Posts tagged ‘real’

June 11, 2018

Fears

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

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May 7, 2017

Real

by John S

A real poem may awaken you before dawn
as you watch the shadows scrape away the dark

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October 29, 2015

Digital Hearts

by Venkat

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Ah, these buttons
Upon nimble fingers
In a speed smart, it runs
Proud, as time surrenders

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October 27, 2015

Thorns

by Venkat

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Every rose has its thorn
So they said

I felt those roses so
Bloom my love
Held on roots, of fears

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April 17, 2015

Fires

by Venkat

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fires beget fires
and we melt as poles
of wax

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October 16, 2014

Breathless

by Lenanoid

You make me breathless
With your caress
You left me powerless
No more, no less

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August 29, 2014

A Seed Unknown

by Venkat

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are we not fruits, dear
graced under one branch
perched high by birth
blessed with a vision

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July 5, 2014

Lanturne Poem: Self

by Venkat

Poetry challenge: Lanturne poem.

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self
shadows
long or short
misfit ever
self

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March 26, 2014

Where Education Fails

by Venkat

Another rumination…on true education

A wound never soothed
By speculating cause or effect
Or by measuring right from wrong
All it needs is a healing touch

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September 18, 2013

I Dance

by willowmarie

New York, New York, 1997- I’d chosen to travel that summer, to be alone. I thought I didn’t know why. I was wrong. Sometimes we just don’t want to listen to what we need to know, to what we need to do next. It’s only when we push ourselves till we’re exhausted we hear- then we’re finally ready.

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July 15, 2013

Sister “C”

by willowmarie

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Sister Claire

She was a nun,

And she was my teacher.

She had the most beautiful hands I’d ever seen,

Loved to play skipping,

Chewed gum

And wore a girdle.

When ever it bunched up,

 She’d go into the art supplies closet

And close the door-

The whole class could hear her

Tugging, adjusting

And muttering “For the love of god.”

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