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A SHIP LOG, Poetry by Hilde Susan Jaegtnes

Genre: Shitty love story, sugar breasts, erotic, obsession wit Danish assholes, dark love letter

6:20 pm. Arrival in Viborg, Denmark. He offers to carry my backpack and kicks up a piece of shiny quartz from the gravel. Lots of those around here, he says indifferently. He doesn’t notice me slipping the quartz into my pocket, the closest we’ll ever get to exchanging jewellery.

4:01 pm. I lie under the comforter, fall asleep while he is watching Brideshead Revisited and calling out the lines. I wake up as he pulls me out of my comforter cave. He sniffs my shoulder. No kissing. His face twists with seriousness, purgatory. He doesn’t take his glasses off when he goes to sleep. He turns me around, and back, can’t make up his mind, looks into my eyes by mistake. I face his wrath, obediently turn away, push back. The light from the laptop screen…

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Unforgettable. . ., Poetry by Prateek (Pappee) Pandya

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Love, Rhyme, Relationship

My love, you swear on me
Please return me,
The love and care of your enticing eyes
Please return me my lost galas to precise

My mind can never forget that blissful moment
When your youth glimpsed my love,
And there were emotions and grace all around
I gifted all those emotions to your voice
Please return me back those songs and emotions
Please return me my lost celebrations

I still remember that moment of my life
I got drunk through your serving eyes
And felt goose sperms through every pore of my body ,
When my hands touched your tender and soft skin
Please return me back that protent grace
Please return me my lost space

I have seen your glimpse once
My heart desires to see you again
And love you in the full moon night ,
By considering your shadow as white lotus…

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not me, Poetry by Jose Carlos Peliano

don’t say no, not to me
but what you mirror on me

don’t pick me up, not me
but the sky that shines in me

don’t kiss me, not me
but the flower that blossoms in me

don’t leave me, not me
but what you expects from me

don’t mourn, not me
but what you looses in me

Genre: Love and/or Compassion

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Spirit of a Stallion, Poetry by James Williamson

A wandering spirit lives inside me,
no board or brick may be my home.
With a roving planetary soul so free,
through this world I will forever roam.

Consisting of a two stallion band,
with only me and my lack of trust.
Remaining free from tag or brand,
I’m followed only by clouds of dust.

My shadow is my jealous mistress,
yet this world is my silent wife.
When the time comes in this abyss,
she will take my lonesome life.

Until then I will drink from the sea,
upon the moons reflective shore,
and gaze into oceans of black.
The world my heart broke free,
and when it beats for her no more,
she will come submerge it back.

Between belonging and freedom,
It seems I chose the latter.
With a restless soul within me,
forever running until I ache.
A thousand times in this life,
my brittle heart shall shatter.
Yet solid remains my spirit,
that no one can ever break.

©James Williamson 2016

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

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Release, Poetry by Morgan Amos

Writing is my therapeutic release

Expression through my pen

I can tell my true feelings or mask them into a story

A story of someone who is internally broken

Who hides behind a smile

Who’s careful not to let a tear fall

Writing is my therapeutic release

I can bare my soul

I can write what I am feeling when I cannot physically speak the words

Writing is my therapeutic release where I can invite you into my world whether I am feeling low or the happiest person in the world

Writing is my therapeutic release

Unleashing pent up aggression, bottled up emotions, the realization and truth regarding certain situations

Writing is my therapeutic release and forever will be, because even when I may not be able to speak, I can write down how I feel, and in doing that, find some sort of peace

Genre: Freedom

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Traveling Heart, Poetry by Demarco Singleton

I can’t stop what has already taken flight.

I’d be killing the dream of one, but slowing down the dream of ton.
Let me explain

If a heart is already gone, how can you get it back?

It is not the fact of getting it back, but trying to jump in front of its path without turning a good heart bad.

If you continue to try to stop this heart, you are stopping its travel to happiness.

Stopping this mission will lead to a life of no forgiveness and a heart with bad intentions.

Don’t slow down the dream of ton just because this heart lose one.

Genre: Love, Romantic, Life, Rhyme

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A Bomb, Poetry by F. Suci Safitri

There is a bomb

that keep ticking

The wires,

start from A to Z

If I cut the wrong one,

will you explode?

(F. Suci Safitri, Indonesia-2016)

Genre: Life, War

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A Poem to a Child, Poetry by Kriz Rogers

On the day you were born the sky was so blue,
The trees, oh, so gorgeous – each limb of them too.
Each grain of the sand felt pure joy over you:
May of all of this love your soul always be true.
Amen.

Categories: Family, Inspirational, Children, Wishes, Life, Love, Nature

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The Light of Life, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

A world filled with danger and darkness demolishing everything in its path
Happiness fleeting as time marches on destroying memories like common trash
People grow and open their eyes and see nothing but a black abyss of loneliness
A small globe of light can be seen if you look as innocent laughter fills every crack and nook
Never give up hope and open your mind for the light still shines brightly when you look in there eyes
A tidbit of evil is soon placed as they open there heart and there suffering soon behind to start
Never forget the balance of life as the forces of nature are neutral we decide our path and choose the side we believe shall suffice and hopefully we will all choose the same conclusion the path that is the glowing light

Genre: life, love, darkness, family, Hope, and fear

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