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Ann Pedone Jul 2020
When you face the sun too long
You start to think this way
Ann Pedone Jul 2020
it could almost be music this excess of heat
and yes spring is gathering (a promise)
the moisture of my body up into the clouds
could this be what makes the plum tree blossom
Ann Pedone Jul 2020
We have survived the
Storm of falling
In love the smell
Of apple and lilies and
Brown sugar fresh
On your mouth and you
Half
Asleep there is
Something blooming in the
Sweet moss of your hips
Wet with patience and wild
Joy that is your body
Made new in love the last
Of night’s
Milky fingers I pull the sheets
Up to your shoulders
And dream
We are
Young again
Stars
Just a little before dusk
Ann Pedone Jul 2020
there are
times when
the world insists on
making meaning don’t
turn this
into an abstraction
my hand
down
here between your
legs covered
with moss (I can almost
feel your milky roots)
watch my fingers
as I touch you there is
electricity
can you
see it
watch me get on my
knees this is
the sky flowing out
of your hips can you
see it this is
what gives (milk)
to all of my
hungers don’t
stop
let me
make you flesh
into blossom let me
take you down
into me
like the rain
Ann Pedone Jul 2020
What am I in your arms/when the night is everything/the stars agree in their ascent/and I feel something rise in me/to love/is to live with the/unknown in front of you/to recognize that the sky is/written in the light of/earliest birds/a text/over water/over time/love me/love me before I come undone
Aparna Jul 2020
and I was sinking
into the fathomless dark gyres
of his coal-black eyes
those gorgonising eyes,
so mysterious...


For BLT's word of the day challenge:
gyre
HeyitsAngel Jul 2020
Oh how my mind wonders
Looks at each corner of the room
Hopes that she can find the answers
Amongst the walls
The light at the corner of the room
Keeps me wondering
How are you feeling
I wish I knew as I talk amongst myself
You must wonder
She is a beauty amongst her quietness
She may not say much
But she thinks a lot
She hesitates to say the words she is thinking
Why you ask
Because her feelings might not make sense to everyone
She proceeds to write her poetry
Quickly while listening to James Arthur
The thoughts
Overthinking
As time goes by
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2014
"All the cokes are the same
and all cokes are good"

"Everybody looks alike and acts alike,
and we're getting more and more that way."*

Andy Warhol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you read and
you are not read

the numbers,
add up or they don't

I will never write a
paint-a-poem-by-the-numbers

here and there
an authentic voice,
amidst all the
paint-a-poem-by-the-numbers,
mass produced in "The Factory"

I get it, Andy,
I hate Coke,
I hate cheap and easy writings,
the most assuredly not,
real thing

2:29am
I will never give them what they want,
only what they don't want
to hear

2:32am
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2015
~~~

(This one is for me)

~~~
The hardest thing to do,
being strong,

for everyone else
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