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FlavioPAR Apr 2019
A lack of a need
Strikes me like a wave
An overwhelming
Pressure to submit to it
To the soft cotton threads
Another tanka practice, This done after a sleepless night. I need sleep.
FlavioPAR Mar 2019
The hot water drips
Slowly infuses the dust
Brown to a tone darker
The Smell Permeates the room
A modern elixir from Java
Another Practice tanka, this one dealing with a modern necessity
FlavioPAR Mar 2019
When I eat melons
I see an eagle above
It climbs beyond clouds
Such beauty she is, soaring
Such fierce is her snatching prey
A little tanka I wrote to practice
Colm Feb 2019
The sound of thunder
Long since heard
Off the grain of a Louisville slugger
Shakes the sleep from the eyes
The dawn from the air
And puts dangerous respect
Back into these young lives
The January Lasts

I can't write lengthy stuff. Next pitch.
Xaela San Jan 2019
Reminiscing
to the moment
our path intertwined
my heart skip beats
as I vividly picture
our arms brushed
as two strangers
momentarily capture
each others gaze
on the elegantly
curved bridge
above a body of water
swiftly in summer's air
like a beautiful
drawn sketch
in an artist pad

thereupon,
we realized that was
a new beginning,
a new journey
for our story to be
though we were
from across
oceans and lands
our meeting
was predestined
a destiny where
fate brought us
together to that day
in the same blue sky
like a perfectly
fited puzzle pieces
called "you and me"

somewhere
in far-off memory,
even to this day
still this love
I possess is
powerful than
any temptation
then until the sun
cease to shine,
and the time
stopped for me
Let me treasure
this story of
you and me.
A random poem my friend ask me to write so that I can practice more on my writing skills...
Lily Jan 2019
Please practice the art of giving up on giving up.
Yuki Jan 2019
I’ve never loved myself enough
to love another human being.
Love is practice and I’ve
only practiced hate.
I’m a mixture of
fear and boredom.
Never understood what
could make other people
happy.
My favorite hobby
has always been guessing
what could hurt me
the most.
And then do it.
How am I supposed to know
joy and gift it?
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Cause f*cking up takes practice
&
I feel I’m well rehearsed
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