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J Lobo May 14
If that gem lay there before you
the one you never knew you needed
if it shimmered
would you not reach to make it your own

If it sparkled, just enough
to lift your heart from where it sank
if it was there
would you turn away for lack of reason

Would you tell yourself it’s not for you
not meant, not earned, not real
that some hands are made to hold beauty
and yours are not among them

Would you fear it might fade in your grasp
or that you would
break it
smear the shine with doubt
taint the treasure by wanting it too much

Or would you kneel
not with greed but with wonder
fingers trembling, heart split open
and take it gently
like it had been waiting
for you
all along
Cadmus Apr 30
There’s something about the way he doesn’t chase…

It’s not the swagger. Not the smirk.
Not the way his shirt clings when he works.
It’s how he doesn’t beg the light
he walks in shadow, and still feels right.

He doesn’t claim me. He just looks
and in that look, he rewrites books.
The kind with knights and velvet beds,
with whispered vows and tangled threads.

He moves like time forgot to rush.
His silence holds a speaking hush.
He doesn’t grab he lets me choose,
And yet I burn if I refuse.

His hands could bruise, but never try.
They trace my skin like lullaby.
He guards, not cages. Leads, not binds
And in his arms, the world unwinds.

He calls me wild. He keeps me free.
He doesn’t need to conquer me.
And still, I’d kneel, I’d bend, I’d melt,
For how his quiet power’s felt.

There’s chivalry in how he waits,
In how he touches no locked gates.
And when he moves, it’s not to own,
But to remind me, I’m not alone.

So here’s to him: the kind of man
Who doesn’t boast, but simply can.
Who wins no throne, but takes command
Just by the way he dares to stand.
Simon Bridges Apr 24
Pulled happiness towards myself
                                       Held tight
                                       Grips loosen
                                       It sways away

Pushed sadness back
                             Beyond reach
                             Kept pushing
                             It recoiled

       Emotion is best left
           As an untouched pendulum
           Moving freely within my experience
Bekah Halle Mar 14
Restraining

There's something
paradoxical
about restraining,
saying no,
when everything in you
wants to say yes,
everything in you wants
to go get,
everything in you wants
to consume
And then you pause and
wait
And it passes.
Is that the power of restraint?
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
Ylzm Mar 10
Peace comes with surrender or destruction
Peace comes with restraint by greater powers
Powers ordained from on high for peace

But cowardly harlots wooing kings for profits
That such powers now impotent and abused
The heavenly decree profaned and corrupted

Peace is at an end, peace no more on earth
So too goodwill and favour abrogated
And judgements come, the book of life closed
Immortality Feb 6
If
If I could reply,
without the pain.

If I were bold,
to break these chains.

It would be as,
If I could fly,
in heaven sky,
to stop time’s sigh.
We all wish heaven, don't we?
Bottle up on me
So my heart fire holed up
Bottle up on me
So the flames never lit
You've always known
My flame is distinct
It burns relentlessly
It shall make you pained
So, bottle up on me
I shall burn for the bushel

Seal up on me
That my words be no dismay
Seal up on me
So the lips made no offense
This drop shall ripple
Should men and ghost unearth
Both shall hold naught up
But an afflict you wish gone
So, seal up on me
I shall hold my peace

Keep me away from here
So a thorn you have none
Keep me away from here
So your shadow never be lit
My heart fire is eternal
So is the lips ceaseless
I sting fiery relentlessly
Iring distress untold
So, keep me away from here
Even gone, my works reign.
I dismay at your rallying melodious goodnesss.
Through centuries of history
The same old money taint
Creeps in with fiat bewitchery
Bitcoin is restraint

Temptation comes to everyone
There is no perfect saint
Though limits may restrict the fun
Bitcoin is restraint

Like Ulysses with the siren’s song
Our resolve will always faint
Again and again we’ve chosen wrong
Bitcoin is restraint

Inflation soars, and nations fall
Our leaders deaf to complaint
21 million - and that is all
Bitcoin is restraint

Learn about the Bitcoin code
And the meaning of constraint
A stable gift to us bestowed
Bitcoin is restraint
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lua May 2022
im tired
of keeping myself on a short leash
and getting disappointed
when i think you would release me
when all you do is make it shorter.
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