A fog where a brain used to be
wasting in the sludgeland called youth
well trained by the father
who owes nothing
slivers of truth
lay near
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A fog where a brain used to be
wasting in the sludgeland called youth
well trained by the father
who owes nothing
slivers of truth
lay near
Sleepkess nights
Stole my dreams
All i can see is real
No illusions no fantasies
Nothing to solace the heart
Nothing but roof and walls
Like someone trapped alive
In a grave
with eyes open.
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Originally Posted by kiz_paws
love this, "sludgeland called youth"
there are worse things
than being alone
immersed in a susurrus
solitude is not found
6/22/2019
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7.3.2019
hummingbirds dance upon rose
buds thrust into the sun; sip from
Queen Elizabeth's lips - Pines sway
ever so lazily - a Monarch
butterfly weaves binaural beats
7/3/2019
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parting
parting
fresh sorrow
love, honor, cherish
alas, so bittersweet
torment
5/6/2022
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Pattern
Dreams
Encounters
Smiles
High spirits
Living in the clouds
Love
Bliss!
Bread and butter
Butter and bread
Bit bored
Big boredom
Tiffs
Tears
Tempests
Separation
Reconciliation?
Encounters
Smiles
Dreams.
Nice poem ! Yes, it's all cyclic in nature... I've experienced more than once.
expectations / a tanka 57577
my expectations
bliss - becoming less and less
unrealized dreams
reality settles in
worldliness gets in the way
5/6/2022
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Uni-verse
Uncommon,
Unstable,
Unruly,
Universe
:)
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sleep
I so love my sleep
without so lost and withered
it's such a deep thing
and a short catnap as well
when she cries I feel helpless
5/19/2022
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duplicate
Beautiful but sad!
After a sleepless night
Is
the
world
made
of
cotton?
One wonders.
My poem offering later today at our poetry workshop: (Adult Nursery Rhyme)
If All The World Were Poets
If all the world were poets,
And ink sold by the gallon,
If all the stars were accessible,
Where would we hang our hats ?
If all the world were Legos,
All colors of the rainbow,
If we played as children play,
Would there be any homeless ?
5/19/2022
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If the world was more full:
of colors
of laughter
of games and parties.
If children learnt to gaze
Into each otherīs eyes
And didnīt sit side by side
Each immersed in his own
fra
gi
le
world
If everyone owned all homes
And didnīt have his own
Would there be less homeless?
Itīs one old, old dream.
But where did it go?