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Dhamma Vicaya f/ Jamadhi VersePrayers leave your feet / With every step in front of you, / A rising sun made kaleidoscope

Re-entryChoosing myself once again / In this life, time and again / Walking this path with humility and grace

@sarita-aditya-verma8

ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FAMOUS CIVIL WAR CONDOLENCE LETTER TO YOUNG ***** MCCULLOUGH ABOUT DEATH, LOSS AND MEMORY**ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FAMOUS CIVIL WAR CONDOLENCE LETTER TO YOUNG ***** MCCULLOUGH ABOUT DEATH, LOSS AND MEMORY** / Executive Mansion, / Washington, December 23, 1862.

doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.“doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.” / Caitlyn Flanagan* / <>

@nat-lipstadt67

Blowing BubblesI remember blowing bubbles, winsome bubbles in the air / Enchanted by their beautiful prismatic hues / As they danced upon the breeze like ballerinas in free flow--

@kim-johanna-baker19

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Cast No ShadowI don’t walk toward death. / I walk toward my fellas' needs, / Toward the kids in their beds,

Palimpsest with Fire-Bombing TeethHe finds her work the way a cut finds salt— / by accident, by hunger, by the old compass that turns toward ache. / He sits with the pixeled book open like a door blown inland by weather,

Where the Faerie FellIn a wood where heather grows high and wide, / And the moon on the bracken makes silver tide, / A mortal walked where none dare stray—

In Another LifeIt was not a meeting... / not in the way the world counts meetings, / with names exchanged

When You Leave Letters For Each Other Inside The Apartment**Dear Taliia,** / Comrades making hundreds of crazy / TikTok dance videos in the forest

Beyond sudden silenceOut of the blue, / an out going tide / drew him out

@harlon-rivers30

The Things I Am NotI am not the things that have happened to me. / Let those words stand like a cup on the table, / plain, chipped, steadfast ...

Beneath the FrostBefore dawn / the sky is the colour / of opened flesh,

MYSTERIOUS DIARYAn empty house. / Open doors. / A broken windowpane.

@Blue-Sapphire13

Empathy's deadLast week I read / A sign that said / "Empathy's dead"

@PeterGerstenmaier15

For Blue SapphireSome poets arrive / wearing crowns. / They bring long words

The Experience MachineThere is, they say, an elixir / small enough to rest on a tongue / like a secret

Cohort*Merriam-Webster Dictionary* / *Word of the Day* / *29/05/2026*

@Geof_Spavins47

Night ShiftAnother night shift from hell loomed heavily in her mind / "How did I become a pimper's paradise?" / Maybe it stemmed from childhood abuse & unworthiness

@kim-johanna-baker24

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Thoughts when the sun setsRemember when / Our laughs of love curled around those swings like / My arms curled around that tree

Silent StormYou’ve grown into me, / with roots in my heart, / each sprout in my veins.

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GRATITUDE: YOU! Clutter my life- please my undying underlying needa poem of gratitude, / the sun has emerged / after a week of

@nat-lipstadt36

Indian SummerThere are summers / that arrive after the harvest. / Not true summers—

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