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 Feb 2018 YLJ
WJ Thompson
Poetry isn’t only pain
Poetry is a cup
you can fill it
with whatever you like
Did we sleep so long we never saw the sunrise?
 Feb 2018 YLJ
دema flutter
Untitled
 Feb 2018 YLJ
دema flutter
It's okay if the directions
you follow are wrong,
you can always take
a U-turn and home
will always be there.
 Feb 2018 YLJ
Anthony Grant
I'm not a poet.
But if I were, i'd probably be a nocturnal one and i'd write about how on most nights my tongue is a tombstone, my throat a grave filled with regret,
and my voice is each grunt and whine I give my timed reflection as I avoid every mirror because I can't stand looking at myself...i'd tell...
I'd tell people that my depression is an ocean. Within it's waves, high and low...slowly but surely blanketing over me...dragging any broken
and lost pieces of my happiness back into itself, resetting the sand that is my skin so tomorrow you can't see the holes that were there.
Yeah.
I'm not a poet.
But maybe if I were, i'd write a song about her. It would tell a story about how on days when the sun blinks and everything around me is grey; and the
world is stained with my fears...she. is. the honey-warm scent after a summer rain, an evening primose before the tempest, and the quiet cerulean air in an earthquake...
she's...every hue of a pacific sunset.
I'd sing about how she was the moments between each tide that kept me warm; how she was the sun that fed the daisies in my throat reminding me
that life is possible.
I'm no poet.
But if I were then this paper would be the towel I dried my heart with, the words would be all the unspoken dreams of my insomnia, and the pen was the
blade used to cut this heart so I could bleed my everything to you...I swear. If I were a poet, i'd whisper every vowel i've been given that completes me
into stardust. Sprinkled into the cosmos to someday create a world where the ocean never raged. A world where there were just enough clouds and no
earthquakes...then again...where's the poetry in that?
I've gotten so much great feedback/shares/reposts from this, I just wanted to say thank you all truly. This was a piece that I really dug deep for and i'm so glad I found a place to share it. <3
 Feb 2018 YLJ
SE Reimer
epiphany
 Feb 2018 YLJ
SE Reimer
~

had i not known wrong
i had been the lesser man
had i not sung winter’s song
i had known no warmth to gain
had i never tasted blood
i failed to see fragility
and had i not these understood
life’s tenderness was lost to me.

~

*post script.

for Pradip who shared the only muse these words were wanting on this special holy-day. please read SJR's gorgeous post, but then see Pradip’s after-words here: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2246391/gratitude/

Epiphany: January 6th https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(holiday)
 Feb 2018 YLJ
Julian
the first time
 Feb 2018 YLJ
Julian
the first time I ever saw you
I knew
I knew,
I could like you for a long time
and that your face would always be engraved
in my mind,
in my heart.

perhaps, I wasted too many time.
perhaps, I am a little too late.
but I never forget the first time I ever saw you.
I knew,
I knew.
 Feb 2018 YLJ
Ivan Brooks Sr
She was a woman kept out of sight
Her silhouette caught in the twilight
Her body and mind longed for passion
She sat in the confines of her mansion
Alone, wishing for the white horse
and the Prince in possession of the force
To sweep her up her royal feet
And give her a kiss before they even greet.

She faced east against the glowing sun
Her mind told her the time was perfect for a run
She hesitated and contemplated and waited
In her agony, she turns to the mirror and nodded...
Indeed she was very young and beautiful
Why was an opportunity for love not plentiful?
After all, she was a young, and beautiful queen
Smart, charming, gorgeous, that's how it has been
Her eyes were very special, a crystal kinda blue
From early childhood, there were talks about its hue
So people began to call her a new name at nineteen
All because of the color, she became known as Indigo Queen.



IvanBrooksPoetry
The eye color queen for looking for color...

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