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Willard Jun 2018
The sun is beautiful
and I am a raisin;
dirt sundresses my thighs
fetal position in a soccer field.

It's a beautiful day to swim
or play leapfrog on the playground
or, better yet, let people know
I find them beautiful.
MikeTheVike Jan 2018
rusty petals on
a withered vine
the summer birds
left an egg behind

healing rose with
wicked thorn
but the wind blew
down the devil's door

I'm begging you
to drop the gun
a single grape
beneath the sun
A few thoughts on hurt and abuse. thank you for reading

© Mike Mortensen
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
I'd rather be a raisin than a grape
With no juice or sweetness
Desolate of hydration
Dried via sun
Wrinkled and battered
Has endured strife
Became bitter over time

But I'd rather be wine than a raisin
Potent and strong
Powerful in simplistic form
Living only to intoxicate those who consume me

For so naturally time absorbs life
Making one **** with age
Dry from existence
Then robust through struggle

I'd rather be a raisin than a grape, but I'd rather be wine than a raisin.
Ezra Nov 2014
Dry
A pipe -- deferred
The American Dream
Shrivels
Raisin in the
Sun

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