What it feels

fuzzy food in fridge
flushed today
smell lingers
can it be washed away?

desperate house plants
bought with good intentions
gave up ghosts through kitchen window
carcasses remain

breakfasts of cold toast and peanut butter

outside, a sanctuary of thistles

inside, the dark imbues the body bones
absorbed in daily doses
just enough to quell
thoughts that foment rebellion

these I gave to you, I think.
my remembered lover
my old optimist
my partner of journey
my willing prisoner

spurn me now
for I have killed you
the worst of all crimes
a spirit stilled

melancholic

Hello, I am Lee Dunn. Working stiff (retired).  Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. I write some eclectic poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction. Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press And Spillwords Press. I blog on WordPress at https://secret-lifeof.com/

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A Reverse Poem 3.0

Nothing is worth feeling anymore
Don’t ever think that
You deserve the things you loved
Because you know
Only the fog is left to fill you
And you no longer believe
Magic and Miracles
Because your soul contains
Emptiness,
You do not live on
Ambition and hopefulness
Because you have found
Only disappointed
You are not destined to
Find your joy
PS – Now read from bottom to top

Blog: https://amankumar001.wordpress.com/

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A summer day

My fingers’ grip on the pen loosens,
as i write,
fighting against the heat on a hot summer day.
Drops of sweat, trickling down my forehead, tempting me to put the pen down and wipe them off.
A sudden, short lived gush of wind brushes past my sweaty face,
as if teasing me,
forcing me to reminisce about chilly winter mornings.
Heat radiating off my body, getting trapped within my clothes.
I feel the roof of my mouth drying up but the words on the page are all I care about.
It’s a raging battle between the forces of nature and the force of the words being formed in front of me.
I continue fighting, as the intensity of the heat slowly starts decreasing,
the sun starts moving down,
it’s light less blinding, as if retreating from the fight and soon enough, my old friend, the moon shows
up.
The scorching heat, long gone.
I look up, smiling triumphantly,
as the cool wind blows over the pages of my book,
as if greeting me.
And thus another day has passed by,
when my own alternate universe,
made up of something much deeper than words, has taken over.
Hey, I am Aarya Kale. I write about small, insignificant things that we all go through in everyday life and
put them in the mind of the reader from a different perspective.
Link to my blog:
Instagram username:
@_aaryakale

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You’re Not the Dragon

As she looks in the mirror at the bruise under her right eye
Her eyes thoroughly scan the room
As if the emptiness of it could give her away
And when she sits on the cold floor
Covered with towels that blush
Tired, in a hushed voice
She aimlessly repeats
You’re not the dragon
You’re not the dragon
For the dragon is defeated
But you’re not. “
Hi, I’m Nadia and I am a new writer here on wordpress. I love writing poems and traveling. I hope you like my work and if you don’t forget to check out my blog.”
Blog:
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The Story of our Souls

I dreamt our souls
were ancient celestial beings
–fused together–
by rhythmic vibrations.
We existed in another realm of living
deep within the
heart of the universe.
We traveled across
the heavens
dancing in the moonlight
so completely connected
that Time
became jealous
of our blissfulness.
He separated us
and gave us life sentences.
We spent our days
roaming the Earth
searching for one another.
The yearning for each other’s beat
drove us mad with
insufficiency.
A deficiency
of the most human kind:
a heart that longs to bind
to another’s soul.
In every person that wasn’t you
my soul called out to yours
singing and ringing
our vibration
hoping
to bring you closer to me.
The years I’ve spent waiting for you
felt like a penance
for loving you.
The tears I’ve spent wishing it was you
drowned me in loneliness.
The fears that I would never
get to be with you again
crushed my hopefulness.
On the day I thought
I felt your beat stop
–I panicked–
I sent out a beacon of light
in desperate need to find you
immediately.
Time was playing tricks on us
and speeding up our mortality.
So I closed my eyes
and willed you back to me
with every ember of my being.
I finally found you
just as I was shifting into sleep,
and you whispered:
“Time will come searching for us
no matter where we go.
So look for me here,
in between your dreams and wakeful things.
We’ll live a thousand lifetimes
together in one night.
We’ll dance and dance and dance
in the moonlight.
Our bodies will collide like planets
bound for one another
bursting into
a billion stars
that will brighten
even the darkest of nights.
I am forever yours
and you are forever mine.
Time stands still while we dream and live in between the wakeful things.
He cannot find us here.”
And so
when I know
that I can no longer escape
the need for the beat of you:
I close my eyes.
I let my heart vibrate
and find your being
and begin singing our song.
When you hear me calling for you
–please come–
run
run
run away with me
as we fuse together our souls
for all eternity.

My WordPress: https://poetkisses.blog/

A little about me: I am a hopeless romantic. I love all living things. I can fall in love with the way a tree gently sways in the breeze or the timber of someone’s voice. I love to run and bake cookies. And then eat all the cookies. I live in Minnesota and yes, it is VERY VERY cold here.

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L’amour Est Un Oiseau Rebelle

I picture pews all around us
as a spotlight of soft golden light shines on him,
illuminating the bright, rich ringlets of hair
that frame his magnificent eyes.

I hear a chorus of holy hymns
so touching and divine
they could only have been composed by the holy one himself.

Can you hear it?

It intensifies as my eyes trace over every inch of his marble-perfect features.
The sound gradually builds up until it is a deafening echo in my ears.

My soul screams in ecstasy
My heart burns with passion
beating faster
with every divine detail of his face
that I take in
My entire body warms up
as blood races through my veins,
the aftermath of my rapid heartbeat.

He radiates a light so blinding
it’s as if he is standing directly in front of the sun
after stepping right out of heaven

I do not lust after him
I do not love him

I worship him.

I wish to throw myself at his feet
praying he will have mercy on me
and outstretch his radiant hand to me

So I may take his hand
and kiss the shining ring on his finger
like the heavenly king that he is.

 My name is Karen. I do not consider myself a poet but I do have a lot of words taking up space in my head that need to be let out. I encourage you to check this poem out on my blog because there is art and music accompanying it.

My blog is: https://onestarthoughts.wordpress.com/

and my IG handle is @kolivas005 (https://www.instagram.com/kolivas005/)

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Salute

Dear Sub-consciousness
What drives you to whisper
Into my ears
Spying through my thoughts
Flickering my decisions
Of right and wrong
Dear Sub-consciousness
What drives you to bellow
Filling my head with noise
Murdering my conscience
Aligning with my dark storm
Launching your power
Through my worlds
Decaying everything
That had ever lived before
Opening my forbidden doors
So that the demons and fears
Will be unleashed on the low
Land of horrors
That were temporarily forgotten, gore
Filled my islands
Never seen so much violence
But now you did all
Of this so you could be in control
Dear Sub-consciousness
You oscillate my beliefs
Of fake and real
If it’s an ethical oath or a deal
With the devil, meals
Were served on poisoned golden plates
Made of the finest products of venom,
Lies and the Grinch’s sad tears
Feeding them to my thoughts, mere-
Ly a meal, indeed, though it was
A raw material of catastrophe
Greet my wars with killer grins
And insidious hellos
Mixed with undercurrents
Of plans and silent vows
Of revenge and destruction
Say hello
to my sharpest
Weapon, my mind
Alas, it was also
my strongest
Distraction, so many lies
Dear Stranger
Meet my Sub-consciousness
He is in control, I am nothing
But a shell, a martyr, a soldier who’s facing many battles
Yet there’s nothing honorable about my job
My suicidal
Pointless missions
No, this is not addressing depression
This is just a soldier venting
About their scarred memories and hard-earned lessons
So Dear Sub-consciousness
Have we agreed upon
Our limitations
Or will we cross our lines
Like you already have done with mine

Hey there! I’m Nour Lee (obviously) and I’m a writer that passionately writes about problems in general,  but in real life, I can’t take life too seriously. I would appreciate if you stumbled upon my blog at https://nour7.home.blog.

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