Tag: Poetry community
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the glass translucent
Poetry wise, I’d never want the glass too clear, So obviously, so much so you’d easily know, What I’m saying.
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the sin of empathy
Do not be taken in by the devil’s ministrations,He wants you to feel sorrow for their sorrows,He wants you to bend the knee in forgiveness,And if you stray, if you yield, you will have sinned.Do not commit the sin of empathy my brethren,Do not fall by that wayside as so many have done before,For once…
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only you are there
I know. I know. I know you know. What you’ve done to call to and kindle your sadness.
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too late
When the cold came I cowered in fear When the sun shone I hid my eyes When the wind blew I plugged my ears When the rain flew I shielded my face.
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ink blots
Words penned as if from drops of rain, clouds whispering their misty motes of pain, dissipating through my inspiration. Ink blots on the tear dripped paper.
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time’s ink
Writing the past backwards, I should’ve marked down my spite better. Used a darker deeper lower case. Or sourced a gentler less intrusive font.
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The second time was poetry
The first time I met her, I lost her, In between I wandered a forgotten route. The second time I again found her, In between the poetry I wrote.
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when did the patriarchy start working for you?
So when did the patriarchy start working for you? Was it about that time when you chose to fake being tough?