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Skye Jan 24
a world painted black and white,
                  monochromic, but it's
                      enough. to me, it paints
every colour, and beyond, even if
                       you don't see it, under-
                       stand it. a lyrical poem,
and it becomes alive, with every
exhalation. fingers blurring, you
                   lose grip of reality as
                      it slips away, and then
it's only you and the music. it was
                       the first time in my life
                      I ever knew how to fly.
but now that I'm paralyzed, I fear
                    that I may never free
                 these wings again,
never be able to feel the wind in
these feathers, again.
a sideways keyboard, black and white keys switched
©Skye
Victoria Jul 2020
my laptop                       when i type
clicks
and even when im not quite sure what it is im typing
it still                                               onward
click click clicks
onward as if something important
dancing sporadically over keys
in that heavy
C L I C K CLICK C L I C K
when i look up i see jumbled letters meaningless little black doodles sprawled across
lifeless conglomerations of things i know and (dont)
cl
just wanted to hear the sound
FrankieM Mar 2020
you say
I'm            the
one            who
shut             the
door             but
YOU'RE the one who
locked it? I just didn't
want your key anymore.
There's no room left
in my pockets.
FrankieM Mar 2020
You are a
        steaming  
      cup of coffee
     perched
          between
                   frostbitten
           fingertips

sipped from calloused and busted up
  lips with a permanent blackish-blue hue
You are like taking that very first swig
after nights slow and restless - warmth
flowing down the esophagus to
thaw a heart frigid and askew
You accompany a cigarette
where smoke lingers in a polluted chest -You are a breath of air so soft and fresh - All I crave every morning is you
Mark Toney Mar 2020
Seismic—
                      Shock wave of energy
                    swelling ocean waves,
                  Powerfully driven
                like a freight train
              rolling fast as a jet,
            Open ocean ninja stealthily
          racing toward landfall’s
        most evil betrayal,
      Rip-tide on steroids
    sweeping away
  unsuspecting souls
                                        — Tsunami




© 2020 by Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.

The Japanese word "tsunami" translates as "harbor wave" in English.
2/6/2020 - Poetry form: Shape - The Japanese word "tsunami" translates as "harbor wave" in English. - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Juliana Oct 2019
Storms are hideous.
They are ugly.
They are dangerous.
They are violent.
They can ****.
But even the ugliest storm has a rainbow.
Seven beautiful things about it.
People are like storms.
They are ugly.
They are vicious.
But they are beautiful.
Even after a storm, people are beautiful.
And so is he and she and him and her and it and they are a rainbow.
Just like you or I. Just like us.
We are a rainbow, not a storm.
We need to remember that.
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
Juliana Oct 2019
A
tree
may be
still it may
swing in the wind
it may fall or be cut
down but until it dies it
grows and it grows and it grows
and it
grows
and so
will I.
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
Juliana Oct 2019
An
umbrella
may not stop the
rain from falling but
it at least keeps you from
g
e
t
t
i
n
g .
wet
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
Jayantee Khare Feb 2019
I scream
When broken a dream
In the middle of a darknight
Uncontrollable was the inner fight
Woke up sweating with the heart's race
Walked up to find some solace
What soothed me the best
Made me feel blessed
Put my smile back
Trust this hack
A large scoop
of soft rich
icecream
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A true story..any moment can be turned into happiness by a large scoop of icecream....
ATILA Feb 2019
Take a look at a flower that we adore
And observe this precious creation to the core.

Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud
And bend towards the ray of light
Workshipping sun to stay on sight
Though sunlight is absent at night.

Day by day this flower blooms
Revealing its beauty even in gloom
The production of honey sweet scent
Introduces us of its own patent
Attracting those diligent bees
Flirting with vibrant butterflies
To generously share its honey product
Cause life is all about giving without doubt!

A blooming flower; a genuine wonder
Asking us to thoroughly ponder
How significant its existence in nature
Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future
As this flower will not stop blooming
Until its growth has fully matured.
Has been obligated to write a shape poem that I never tried before. It took me almost two hours to write this simple poem, ISTG it is soooo hard :'( And I can't share the actual result/pic of my shape poem here ><
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