Stories tagged “POETRY”
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Every Answer is You
All these questions The answers go straight to you Raise my hand Who… is? It’s you. It’s you from the darkness of my heart It’s you from the lightness of my soul It’s you with the tear on my face It’s you with the sm...
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Emily Dickinson 2.0
I heard a fly buzz when I died. It was still buzzing, flinging its tiny blue self against the cold window, when I came back the next day. I had signed away what portion of me I could make assignable—namely, that dim and bottled essence some call ...
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Emily Dickinson Comes Back
I heard a fly buzz when I died. It was still buzzing, flinging its tiny blue self against the cold window, when I came back the next day. That strange and corruptive germ that had been robbing Death of his rightful charges had gripped me. I could feel ...
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Drift by
If when you look into the sky And see a bird drift by on high Think of me and my final hour And hope that bird drifting is me
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She Wore The Death Of Me On Her Tongue
She wore the death of me On her tongue Killed me with laughter Killed me with thought Killed me with depth Her vowels she hit soft Her consonants she hit hard People tried to get away from her voice of truth ‘Cause they were always afraid of the ...
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Where the Storm Clouds Part
You were silent Voiceless Yes, voiceless in the wake And another piece of cake Met your plate Weeks kept moving Down the calender You never said a word Not even a whisper Of how you wanted to go To where the storm clouds part Was the rain falling on yo...
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Love After Death (Poem) (Tag Cloud Challenge)
The summer’s light on watery waves Came shining through the sky. Aboard a flawless sailing ship, The guests sat close and sighed, And watched, beneath an arch of wood, The groom stand waiting by. A box was wheeled along the deck As petals led the...
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I Hate Remembering
I hate remembering I want a sharp knife To stab it to death What they don’t tell you About making memories Is that eventually The memories will be the only thing You have left But it’s not just the good memories No, you have to remember the...
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She Recovers
So unsure of what to do with herself It sickens her Nowhere to place her hand Where it stays secure It splinters when it touches any surface Breaks through leaving a hole It becomes just black Endless black She never falls in She promised herself To st...
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Where Poets Come From (part one)
Poets are more than conceived. They are transformed to meet the eye of life. What do I mean by this? A poet has unparalleled depth and passion blazing inside of them throughout time, and they have the remarkable ability to convert that into words. The ...
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Where Poets Come From (part two)
So to conclude this matter, poets come from the deer prancing through the meadow, or the flower blooming in the field. Though many flowers may be blooming with it, there is no telling which of them will be picked. Poets can come from the sky, or even f...
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Memory Eyes
Quite simply Your eyes used to be my life So to the man working At the coat check desk Don’t lose this one Ten thousand faces Till yours meets mine Someone get me a mic You need to know what it’s been like To never have you in my eyesight A...
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The Good Year
Darling, you think you’ve got it all worked out But tell you what, grab your coat I’ll take you out to that year of my life It is the most colorful thing in my head When I look back to the moments That kept me from being dead The ones that ...
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Too Breathtaking
To live against it To live with it No, I would like to live for it. For this thing called ‘life’ Beaten and gray There is a light up ahead It is full of laughter and less self pride So I am following its every way Trailing and scraping The ...
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My Flight
It happened in a hallway or a corridor, Perhaps it was a flight of stairs. On the steps or the landing between them. It was early in the morning after a late night. Between showers, before breakfast After sleep and things that are hidden. Here we inter...
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Phases
It goes through phases The depression The despair The ability to not care But in the moment When something else is learned The pit of it fills up The sickness occurs The ill feeling never backs down It’s the one thing to count on And when it hits...
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Chapters
I can smile about you now. I think subconsciously I always did. It was bittersweet before Now it’s just… it’s joy. My co-character is finding a way A way that is blinding with light A path that was always deserved It’s a beautif...
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Expand Your View
You ever have one of those days? Where it all just falls away? You get down to the basis of it, and realize that you just suck? Now it’s not the end of the world, As your life is being unfurled. You just have to settle down, and step off of your ...
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Between The Trees (Part 2)
Pine trees. A vast forest of Bristle-cones. Seemingly impenetrable without the barbed pines tearing one’s meat from bone. Their height impress that they are old. Born at the dawn of modern man. Beautiful gods. Took their time to tread into splendor. ...
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Orange
Brother Neimus bowed his shaved head to Brother Paulus as he passed him on the way from evening prayers. The scent of citrus blossoms wafted through the stone arch windows. He paused and glanced out at the acres of neatly-tilled fields. Curious, he saw...
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T.S. Eliot It Ain't (Poem Challenge)
I’d like to write a poem With all my shriveled heart But ponies and flowers And ivory towers Just aren’t my kind of start We’ll change the pretty ponies To demonic, Hell-born steeds With tales and manes Of underworld flames Yes, this ...
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Created Hell
They are scientists taking you under their spell Love, they are giving you their created hell Broken hearts dangling on the mantle The only light seems to burn in a dreamland candle You only see it when you are asleep When you aren’t aware of wha...
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Up On That Mast
It’s not so often we express What has become of our past What is to be our future And what we want to make of our present We’re locked down in this sea Tied to a mast of insecurity And it is in these lines We swim to shore So listen to ever...
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And Not Get Washed Away - Poem
And sunken in the cherry sands A sleeping sun awaits, That hiding cannot find it’s soul And drowsing learns to hate. The bloody sands are ripe with dew, The sun in shadow sits It tosses as they lengthen And rots within the pit. And newly washed w...
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War Amongst Impossibles (poetry Challange)
Weaponhadrays cuckooed firedetonrees amongst Liver Bush, and the screams of Liverinians made the entire world go hush. Blood formed clouds weeping for all life in life. The sounds, the hush, the firedetonrees, A chaos of things, brought on by knife an...