We Thieves

When nature nor nurture provide
When days turn like leaves
Much as the last season died
And a soft caress has all the barbs of a rose
But nothing of love remains
Where absence is felt in a place no one knows
The labour will no longer yield a crop
In earth of barren waste
Proclamations of voices beckoning stop
Time has flitted as those same dead leaves
Swept to frenzy, discarded when they fall
The poison waits, placed deep by we thieves

Murdoch Mouse

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Wait, no waste

The search in these eyes is the same
The one in daydreams can freely claim
After being done with the dishonesty game
Happy to say, I am not ashamed

Heart is palpitating at its regular pace
I am calm and in no haste
The wait, now, no more is a waste
Tested experiments had bad taste

Don’t want to look for you in the moon or stars
I know you will come even if I don’t own a car
Yearning for luxuries only rage wars
This is also why relationships become sour

Have acquired the human recognising skills
After paying lavish restaurant bills
Every year have faced new mock drill
Now I don’t have much time to kill

No wonder I am so chill

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Poetspeak

I realize the error, now.
Feeling flattered to be
The girl let in. Abandoning

The others standing behind,
Waving their rough drafts
And unsharpened pencils.

Boys hold the sharpeners, but
I rode on with them,
Ego bloated. Like a man’s.

Didn’t matter though, right,
When it comes down to it?
All they wanted from me

Was not my art but
My body.

Most days, Heather, AKA Lady Diction, is either agonizing over writing or agonizing over not writing; therefore, she has chosen to live her life in a constant state of revision. She wrote her first poem, about a cat, when she was five years old and has used the genre of poetry as a GPS unit ever since. She also writes fiction, non-fiction and drama. When not writing, she works to help young minds resist the establishment as a teacher and as an activist, most particularly for LGBTQ+ rights.

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Essential Love

I love you,
wait,
I love you again,
hold on,
I love you forever

Someone said one day if you fall in love,
well …
it only means forever.
What sort of person could possibly
believe
otherwise when hearts are touched,
and the ache is near,
is probable,
is only the first evidence
of someone’s state of mind.

Mine,
my existence I suppose
might be
the reality of the world
I know,
the world that taught me the meaning of
compassion,
or
passion,
the two can be similar,
or drawn far apart from one another
with misrepresented context
the willingness of our society
to measure our lives
around simple analogy,
rather than
emotional security.

I love you,
yes,
I will love you forever.

~

©️Scott F Savage 2019
Scott Savage has been writing poetry for as many years as he can recall. In more recent writings he has focused upon love and understanding, trying to write from a perspective of compassion and forgiveness. His hope is that his words speak to the beauty of the human condition.
IG: @elegantmusings

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The lost poem

Soft, warm light by flicking a switch,
carefully removing the delicate glass sphere
when darkness returns for a brief minute
until we replaced that tiny fragile item
we take for granted in self-evidence.
But how shall we replace the sun when
one beautiful day, it won’t rise
in the morning?
How do we return the tide when the tap
serves us merely drops for breakfast?
Where do we stay safe when suddenly,
our homes are made of paper walls?
What will we read, when one night,
the letters in our books turn invisible?
How do we find love when we wake up
and the only love we knew
has walked away?
Who will finish typing out our poetry,
when some day, there’s a power out-

My name is Tony, I’m 25 and I’m from Germany. I recently picked up writing again,
after my fiancée left me after 4 years of relationship.
Writing poetry, short stories and articles helps me to process the loss, especially because
I made mistakes that eventually ruined a perfect relationship with a wonderful person.
I struggle to get over her so I use writing as outlet for my feelings and thoughts.
It’s also supposed to describe my process of transformation and personal development over time
and I include dream analysis and psychological ideas into my writing here and there.
I hope whoever reads my work can take something away from it 🙂 Thanks.

https://www.instagram.com/damnedandhunted/
auroraborealys.wordpress.com

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Selfishly unselfish (King Arthur – The Untold)

– You took your pass card and by-passed us
– You seemed different, kind of cold your gaze alone iced us;
– left us frozen we couldn’t hold you back anymore we let you go.
– Heroes take the place of villains sometimes.
– Friends become foes sometimes – these were the lies we held on to as we watched you go.
– Knowing you would never moonwalk to us.
– Because you set your sight straight, your sight was set straight, sight straightly set.
– Set on the sword set in stone.
– Arthur pulled out his visa to the throne, and guess what?
– He stabbed himself to a cross.
– He got soaked with the cries of his people and thought it wise to drench himself in blood instead.
– When people needed fitting butt cheeks to grace the throne first,
– he chose to rid his pain first and leave the rest – they thought.
– They thought he turned his back leaving their eyes fixed on his shadow.
– Yet today, thrones have been raised everywhere.
– Men are no longer mere.
– Each bears a crown which only surfaces if he believes the tale.
– His tale, his selfless death which needs to be heard first.

I am King David. A young spoken wordist, poet, generally a writer, patriot, lover and member of DOTS Inc who lives in Tema,Ghana. My basic motive for writing lies in my mantra “I write because I want us to live love forever”. I believe love is the most powerful force in the universe that can, if appropriated in all sectors of our lives, yield positive results.
reallykingdavid on IG

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Leaving Ugly

three layers of pain…
the abuse
her denial of the cruelty
society’s expectation of forgiveness

three levels of invalidation
a child struggling
thru the experiences
trying to rise to adulthood

an adult suffering
deep-held self-loathing
destructive behavior
more to overcome

a lifetime to heal
raw old wounds
blood let a minimum
sutured just so

never feeling
quite whole
it’s hard leaving
the ugly inside

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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