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Yanamari Feb 2020
Curving fingers
Tear streaks
Toned words,
Tracing around
The curve of my heart

Seeping words
And the thoughts
Attached...
Tracing the
Unique troughs
And crevices:
Modelling the
Sensation of
Clenching

Swirling..
.

These sensations
Aren't foreign
To my mind
Even if the
Feeling is
Or isn't;
Almost tangible

And
Yet
I
Clench
Stop
Freeze
I am
Stuck in place
Ray Dunn Sep 2019
Me,
Deep through
The brush
The leaves, dust, dirt—
Stains my breath.
The sweetness
Opening arms.
I let out a smile, my body
exhales as well.
Grounds, nature
Buried in
My bones made me
Run and be free,
As long as I wish.
Again
I will never be
So happy,
There with you
And still stuck
Imprisoned
I could never return I am
Free.
reversible poem!!
N Schulte Jan 2019
Life is a story
That may remain untold
My life is a tale
I hope will unfold
A life filled with good
A myth centuries old

Or a fable filled with strife
A life filled with drama
Where nothing is right
A fairytale uncontrolled
Life can be a story
I don't even know what happened. I wanted to write a poem and this flowed from my fingers. Thanks for reading.
I wonder.
if I had a heart
would I know where to find it?
without a heart
who am i?
because I have no heart
instead
there is empty space
where it should be,
but maybe
maybe it's lost
maybe I gave it up
without noticing
or maybe
I never had a heart,
to begin with
but
you complete me.

Now read it from the bottom to the top
you complete me.
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