Christ got
seven last words.
We get eight.
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Christ got
seven last words.
We get eight.
spin me a tale,
weave me your dreams.
This is
a fun
thread
to poke
through
My nerves are a fire
water won't quench.
:) Dear Members,
Here is one from me.
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Do you see this sign ahead waiting ?
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the promise of you
is a lie unfulfilled
Syllables, no.
Count the words!
Did it again!
The bird leaps,
The branch waves,
Goodbye.
stalking me with claws sharpened
little monster cat
now i know
why the rumor
floats about.
Now these three
remain: faith, hope,
and love.
*
And know
the greatest of these
is love
When love fails,
can faith and hope
endure?
Aren't Faith
and Hope
for when Love fails?
Yet without faith,
love may never be enough
Gasping,
anguished,
in love undone,
you sink,
breathless.
Thanks for the warm welcome, CdnReader.
Farewell my language,
left abroad, unlearned---
Cymothoa exigua.
Round inscrutable
furball; Moses gazes
upon us all
Brilliant idea, and you all are wonderfully creative. I've enjoyed reading your poems tremendously.
hope
a faithless lover, ever
leading me on
Beware light sleepers,
whose vigilant minds
harbor cynicism.
In a perfect world,
we wouldn't need hairspray.
alley cat,
what curiousness can
utilitarian
loins beget!
Let's not fight
over words, kids,
get along
We need a place
for the extra words!