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Poetic T Jan 12
Collect me like raindrops,
     For I will always fall to you.

Never shall I dampen your resolve,
    But invigorate you.
Never to see a shower,
      But a moment that never falters

Instead of just a thousand words
                With no voice.
Only A moment
where you are cleansed
                    with a thosand waves
Washing you clean of sorrow.
Desire Dec 2018
Six-word poems for the season
Johnny walker Nov 2018
My times are changing so
fast, how strange my life
does seem, different but
just a short time ago a life
of being a happily a married
man, years ahead still to
come I thought how wrong
I was
Then all gone like washed
away with the evening tide
only our loved ones miss
us left with just our photos
and the memories If not for
those, no one would even
know we'd ever been
Photos memories washed tide gone married
happily wrong
Isaac Nov 2018
Each and every passing day
Will all be washed away.
So live exactly how
You have always wanted to right now.
Be the person you dream of being,
And make the decisions you know are freeing.
Written 10 November 2018
Shadow Dragon Sep 2018
Glaring light
and white
Steam and
high pitched
Running water
spreading warmth
spreading legs.
Silky cloths
for the freshly
bathed human.
Confusion and
worried faces
all washed away
by lukewarm
bathtub water.
Isaac Aug 2018
a trillion years passed
this moment not the last
no human thought this far
the world lost its scar
of death and decay
now washed away
time a river to stay
from ***'s throne to play
love the eternal dawn
a world reborn
Written 8 August 2018
Deep Sangani Jan 2018
I learnt
Every cell in your body
Is replaced
S E V E N years

It relieved me
it satisfied me
to know
In S E V E N years
My body
will be
from your
T O U C H.
Waiting .Waiting.Waiting.
Poetic T Nov 2017
Syllables collect like vacant shells
           on a shore of nonconformity.

Willing the thoughts now washing up
             to be converged vividly.

     We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
                               washed away...

Or will our reflections be that
       which we swim within,
               be that which we heed in word..
A beautiful spring day
Happened a fallen falcon
Left in the wind
To rot
And with it came
The forgotten embers of a
White-washed lion
Ready, waiting, preying
To pounce.
Austin Woodruff Jun 2015
Mono tone
Repeated Humm
Western on the screen
this place is
full of time
so many stories
washed away
by the same machine
over and
and over
It’s amazing to me
The filth in
A place of cleansing
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