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elle Apr 20
there had always been this stillness that the dark blues and sparkling lights brought when the day was no longer bright.

the comfort of the stagnant hours were cherished and perennial,
until the comfort of loneliness began to sting.

recollections of warm blankets and disney movies are now relics of a distant memory.

and now possessed by exile.
the beginning of where's my love by syml gives this writing it's true glory...
Maria Etre Mar 10
I felt the sting of adulthood
tattoo my skin
with colors
S R Mats Dec 2020
In the garden of delight
At the eve of dusky-night
-Twilight holds no grudge

The brush had been light
You had seen him in his flight
-Lights dimmed, everything buzzed

Hoping that he'd soon light
You hoped he'd light on you
-Before a shark bite you get a nudge

Ah, tender kisses on the skin
Are just a prelude to the sting.
-Blood smudged
Maruko San Jul 2020
Cutting my own arm
every other night
cause of what I am hearing
from the ones I trust
Meysa May 2020
you keep rubbing your thumb over the same old wound
and you wonder why it stings?
silly girl
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
by michael r. burch

love was a little treble thing—
prone to sing
and (sometimes) to sting

Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison
N Aug 2019
is the glowing flame,
and you melt
as it approaches

be careful
with that flame,
or it’ll burn you
when that love
starts to sting

They’ll decide to leave you,
and you’ll remain with nothing,
but the fading ashes of that love  

You’ll lose the passing-by warmth
that once visited your frigid heart

So light up a cigarette,
and put out the ongoing fire
inside your chest with smoke
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Winter Winds stinging
bringing hot tears to my eyes
pleasantly painful?
Written November 9th 2018 inspired by the cold wind blowing through the wind tunnel alley that I used to have to walk through to get to work. The building that formed one side of the alley isn't there anymore oh well...
Sally A Bayan Feb 2020
Don’t be mad...hate not,
when works are badly thought of;
you have your own mind,

diff’rent...from the rest;
you think, you create diff’rent
as diff’rent...

your style manifests
your values and opinions,
your words mirror them...

your free verses and
haikus...earn their own sparkle,
draw their own audience...

tinged with black humor,
or mild's YOU!
your style defines.....YOU!

we’re a world of poets
diff’rent folks with diff’rent strokes
we sting......stoke..........we touch...


Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Decmber 12, 2019
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