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RootsSinking my veins deep through the earth, / My roots hold the black abyss in place. / Centuries have flown by, like the breath

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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—

EyesEndless depths in a naked reality / Crafted from the glass of the Milky Way / So that a brush of sunlight could sweep them away

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

The Woman I Buried In MarbleWhen you died by your hand / I carried you into the mountains of my mind / and buried you there in marble.

durmitor fever nightthe road dissolved into mist / and something in my mouth / tasted like stone

@RastislavKnezi157

Soup, Silence, BatteriesMy father believes / all problems can be solved / by either:

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A Streaming: From the prevailing wind of deepest dream to the firingof the mind’s procreation of a birthing poem, / he crosses with no border guards attempting to / cease his stone skipping, mental skipping, poet,

@nat-lipstadt99

How I Got This WayUneasy in the company of friends, / I felt no better sitting by myself; / Improving means had not improved the ends.

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Miles ApartDarling, if there was a way / That I could be with you tonight / I would do everything that I could

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Biology of a BlushSomething is out of place. / Something inherently / molecular within her

@Carlo-C-Gomez23

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Spirits and Souls👇 / Spirits descend / .

@South-by-Southwest19

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Master Lawrence Hall**** fine poet.** / **M.** aster of the delicate observations of every human foible / **A.** sks the questions philosophically~lesser men dare not

Ample Wish III wish to be the flying speck of the dandelion whole / That curves the fabric of the divine wind. / I wish to be the ripples

Sweat (blood and tears)Sweat receives not its due. / accolades to blood and tears, / abound, multiply daily,

@nat-lipstadt55

No. 2291 what is (the hard rock of) modern writing?modern is determined / by the ability to look backwards and forwards at the same time / but write it now!

@nat-lipstadt16

the words don’t come easy (Poet’s Nook)the words don’t come easy (Poet’s Nook) / ~*for the postman who always rings twice~* / <>

@whereshelter28

A perfect poem (upon reading Hazel_Dusk-s Sticky Notes on a Fridge)indeed it lingers, / after its first stinging, / compact and perfect,

@nat-lipstadt32

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Paula from the SixtiesAt work one day a guy wrote in looking for Clearance / I was answering his email but I misspelled the word Clearance / I put down Clarence instead

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Poets, let us examine this friendship thing, again.<***for my friends***> / <pre-bot-era> / Poets, let us examine this friendship thing, again.

@nat-lipstadt21

10:00am. Cohen on Dylan. Dylan on Cohen. A tribute to the notebook-and-pen warriors."Bob doesn't do emotions," Leonard had once told an interviewer who asked about their relationship. "He does songs. That's his language." / <><> / "You write better than me," Dylan had said without preamble, without introduction. Leonard had laughed, thinking it was a joke, but Dylan's expression hadn't changed.

@nat-lipstadt64

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