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  Jun 2020 Eli
Son of golden soil
Life is meant for
Finding solutions of
Remoteness
Helplessness
And
Loneliness
Eli Jun 2020
This vast sea,
Of good genuine dirt,
Is now poisoned:
A surface littered with unhealthy objects.

Ashy cigarette butts and minty gum wrappers.
Plastic bags and bottles.
Fast food wrappers and soft drink cups.
Soda pop cans too.

Work boots filthy and battered,
Work jeans worn and tattered,
A flannel shirt and old baseball cap:
Oh, how they scan the damage.

So, it’s off to work,
Cleaning up all the poisonous objects.
Uncovering the dirt that shall serve as a home,
For all the little seeds to come.

They pray that the crops grow strong,
So that they may feed mankind.
So that they may feed the animals.
So that they may feed everybody upon this planet.
  Mar 2020 Eli
SerenaDuru
I like
Who I am
When I’m with
Her
  Mar 2020 Eli
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
  Mar 2020 Eli
Karisa Brown
Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle
  Mar 2020 Eli
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
  Mar 2020 Eli
Justyn Huang
Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.
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