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Tori Schall Oct 2019
synonymous to:

Synonymous to:
My life
My existence
My happiness

The Antonym to:
My brain
my love
my head

Something that I do not feel
Something that I don't remember the warmth of
Something I will never have
F White Jul 2019
I don't write them anymore
I say I've lost my words
But in truth, they never left
Bubbling under the surface of my lips
Like sweet blisters of hope, confusion and rancor
I am really [only] a living dictionary
My thoughts like a river
My mouth like a hose
But you always say stop.
So they just sit, drying up
While I breathe through my nose.
Copyright fhw 2019
Maria Etre Sep 2018
"I saw
in you th(a)t
in h(o)liness"
Hidden Messages
s May 2018
the transitory nature of
your touch

disconcerting emotions sustained
by memories that stick like dust

i can’t get enough of this-
whatever ‘this’ is

my mind harps on about
your warmth, presence, and kiss

your broken hands grasp mine,
my poisoned lips touch yours;

nothing more than a sad race
to see who succumbs first

to the secret silencing both of us:
subdued, i bite my tongue

‘love’s’ just a synonym for ‘guilt’
and guilt’s the only race that i have won.
i wrote this a while ago but realized that i never posted it here proud of this one
Hadiy Syakir Mar 2018
How similar
we are
antonym is
turned into
the antidote
to the decaying

There are only
two outcomes
out of this similarity;

burst of the sun
or a flower off the gun.
Mikayla Smith Feb 2017
Burning―a hot blaze
In the manner of fire.
Flickering in the form
Of ignited passion,
It dwindles in the
Morning sky.

I admire the beauty
From afar, for if I gazed
Straight ahead into the
Magnificent light,
My sight shall be
No more.

Wandering, my thoughts
Haunted me day
And night.
What if the light was
No more
And the world lived
In eternal darkness?

Who would be to save
Our beloved
Skies from going
Utterly blank?

There must be a savior;
Someone with power
And courage willing
To set fire to the
Sun to
Save our souls from
Flickering away
With the
Winds of time.
An aesthetic piece for the soul.
Kenēn Apr 2016
Mountains are not our thing
For beings so small as we are.
But a handful of earth
Really, a pinch of it, our hands can handle.

If cherishing the fading photograph
Of your face and and it's frown
Be the last thing I do
Then I'd do it gladly and with all my might.
Rachel Jan 2016
As it were;

"The difference between music and poetry, is that when you listen to music, you can audibly hear the melodious and harmonious notes behind the lyrics, being instrumental or vocal."

"One cannot acquire the same substance through poetry as music. The two are not interchangeable."

Google, define music for me.

1. Vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty or form, harmony, and expression of emotion.

Google, define poetry for me.

Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.

What's that thing people say?
Beauty in the eye of the beholder?

When I read poetry,
My heart soars through memories; of my own, of others, of dreams and realities just as vividly as when I listen to songs I've heard from the past.
When I write poetry,
My mind is free, yet grounded to travel to someone's hypothetical front door and give them a piece of it-whether good bad or indifferent-in the same sense as a singing a song.
When I listen to music,
My heart's ears are tickled, irritated, caressed and humiliated just as strongly as when I hear spoken word or slam.
When I write music, or give somebody a piece of the deepest part of me by having them listen to a song about them, it's synonymous to the ideals conveyed by my poetry.

Poets are

Poets and Musicians alike paint pictures--aren't they artists? Aren't poetry, music, and art all the same? I'll save the further expounding for another time.

Maybe I can't say for you,
But personally, to me-
Poetry is music,
And music is poetry.
Just a response to those who think music is greater than poetry, or vice versa.
Bruna Werneck May 2015
I was told once
there is a reason why
we have different words
for similar meanings

I wondered
it might be why

we are always seeing but not looking
we are always looking but not watching
we are always hearing but not listening
we are always uttering but not speaking

but I still do not know
if the last one is just
a synonym
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