At the end of every summer when fall comes, you see the leaves fall and pity my tree. All through winter you doubt what’ll become of me, yet come spring, your eyes gleam green with envy at the harvest summer brings
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Same feet, same road
Yet at the end used to wait
A different world
Seeking own sanity in others
That's the disease
Maybe if we never sold off simplicity
Dethroned ourselves
But that is the cursed 'then'
I can't even outrun the day
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Approach
Through the shadow of the wind
I see you
Drifting slowly through the darkness
gently caressing every surface
Steadfast as you move
with no final destination
I’m in awe of your determination
You approach
A slight touch of coldness
runs through my body
And as brief or as long as it is
you have touched me
Always and forever
28.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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Success is not forever;
Failure is not terminal:
what counts is the willingness
to continue when failure
and the courage to stay creative
when you think you've already tried
everything.
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Free bird, I don’t wanna cage you, just trying to save you from traps, sometimes you have to learn it on your own the hard way, so fly away and I’ll be here if you decide to come back - a caring ornithologist
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I don't want to die I just want to disappear as if I never existed
Fade away from the memories of those who care,
or maybe become particles floating in the air,
or maybe just dissolve in the water floating everywhere and getting nowhere,
or just become something with no existence,
I just want to fade away.
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@wordsofbz
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Poem in Your Pocket Day with Poetry in Motion!
"What Do You Believe A Poem Shd Do?" from Nappy Edges ©1978 by Ntozake Shange. Reprinted with permission of the author. Funktional Vibrations (2015) © Xenobia Bailey, NYCT 34th Street–Hudson Yards Station. Commissioned by MTA Arts & Design.
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III Puñales - El país de las contradicciones largas - En vivo Sesiones d...
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I sing of soft longings
On a local radio
In fog
Love used to unveil
Come back in the afternoon
With the manufactured
Most honest joy
First steps into paradise
Last ones before the world came together
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One way ticket
As the train pulls in
I check I’ve got the right station
for the second or third time
Yup, this is where I get off
No bags, no belongings,
I grab my winter coat
and exit the train.
Surprisingly a lot of people are stepping off onto the platform.
It’s cold, freezing and a bitter wind.
I check the station name again,
there’s a moment of doubt that surfaces
Yup, correct place I whisper to myself
A women, late fifties I imagine, asks me for help with her bags, that seems odd to me.
So much to carry, for what.
I look up and down the platform looking for another sign that I’m I the right place
The station suddenly becomes a hive of activity
I check the sign again.
Nope, all good. You’re in the right place
but why are there so many people here, I ask myself.
I’m confused, dumbfounded even.
Nothing seems right.
I reach inside my coat pocket
Read the ticket, check the sign again.
No mistake.
One way ticket
Loneliness central
@thatpoetrybloke
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Drink water where the horse drinks.
A horse will never drink bad water.
Make your bed where the cat sleeps, you will rest peacefully.
Eat fruit that has been touched by a worm, it is the healthiest.
Fearlessly collect mushrooms where insects land, there is no poison there.
Plant a tree where the mole digs, that is fertile land.
Build a house where the vipers sunbathe, the ice will not come.
Dig a well where birds hide from the heat, you will find water.
Go to sleep and get up at the same time as the birds, you will harvest the golden grains of life.
Eat more green, you will have strong legs and a resistant heart, like the soul of the trees.
Look at the sky more often and talk less, so that silence can enter your heart, your spirit is calm and your life is filled with peace.
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