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OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY, Poetry by Caitlin Dwight

Genre: Death, Life

OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unchained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your towers.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many veins have watered your flowers?
How many spirits have you nursed?
How many boys have fertilized your soil?
How many limbs have fallen victim to your thirst?
How many sons have you declined to assoil?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, untamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your breath.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many vessels have you gifted with your theft?
How many phantoms have you betrayed in their slumber?
How many girls have you gathered in sheaves?
How many lungs have you devoured in your hunger?
How many daughters have you had dancing with the leaves?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me wonder

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, will you ever sunder
Oh, me and my weaker breath
Oh, for your sweeter death?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sound and melody.
Written by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unrestrained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your waves.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many shells have you granted deep graves?
How many souls hide between your stones?
How many men give your plants ground to grow?
How many bones give your creatures homes?
How many fathers are you hiding down below?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, inflamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your light.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many hulls have you swallowed in their plight?
How many ghosts have you dressed in your attire?
How many women have you broken with your prongs?
How many hearts have you sacrificed to your desire?
How many mothers are singing your songs?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me fear

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, am I in the clear
Oh, or am I ever required
Oh, to join your deadly choir?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sight and harmony

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Dating Lesson, Poetry by Marcie Tau

Genre:  Love, Relationship

 

Dating Lesson by Marcie Tau

 

It began with a smile and glance

Then he asked me to dance

We walked along the beach

Love seemed within reach

 

Could he be the one

Or were we just having fun

It was official date number four

We kissed at my door

 

Tonight he followed me in

He could tell by my grin

That I would say yes

And he began to undress

 

As he took off his clothes

Major B. O. went up my nose

I thought I would die

From the smell of this guy

 

I needed a plan

To get rid of this man

It was hard to breathe

I prayed he would leave

 

I blurted it out

No it was more like a shout

I didn’t want to be mean

But I was turning green

 

He left angry and sad

I was relieved yet felt bad

I grabbed the Lysol and the Glade

What a mistake I almost made

 

I’ve stopped dating for a while

But all it would take is a smile

To open my heart

And again I would start

 

Men, let this be a lesson to you all

If you want a woman to fall

Before the date, within the hour

Use deodorant and take a shower

 

 

 

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I am, Poetry by Allyson Olivia

Genre: Inspirational

I am
By
Allyson Olivia

Clear droplets falling from a gray sky,
making you beg for the sun.
Pouring hot into fine china, tea bag dipped to sip.
Shooting out of a hose, clearing the cluttered path,
powerful with every spray.
Turned off.
Torrential, ruining parades.
A mist, danced in.
Flowers flourish.
Falling from faces in pain.
Steaming, I whistle.
Ice, I clunk.
Contain, yet contained.
Towels soak me up.
Tongues lift high.
Kool-Aid stirred in, kids gulp.
Buckets of me put out fires.
You swim.
You drown.
I am still, reflecting the sun.

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Ottawa, Poetry by Forrest Jamie

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Genres: Friendship, Hurt, Painful, Sad, Abandoned

Ottawa (10.27.2015) by Forrest Jamie

I can’t make you miss me.
I can’t pull the words from your throat
and I sure as hell can’t make you care.
I can’t sit you down in front of me and beg for honesty
and I can’t make you listen.
That’s the hardest part, I think.
And I was terrified of it – knowing I’d have to
let you go the next time you came around.
But more than that, I think what scared me most
was you never coming back. Finally.
That whatever it was that kept me dear to you
would vanish and you would just stay gone.
Lo and behold,
my nightmare is now my reality.
So why?
Why did you promise and why did you break it?
Why didn’t you call and why haven’t you come back?
You always came back.
And as much as…

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Walls of Flesh, Poetry by Shannon Rohn

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Genre: Society, Inspirational

~ Walls of Flesh ~
by Shannon Rohn

Life isn’t just what is seen in a pretty picture,
But the secrets buried from within the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside,
Intellectually we stand tall, body held strong by the back bone of our pride,
While we battle the constant thoughts of the conscious mind,
Unable to see the whole picture because we are blind.

What if we crossed the wrong bridge, or took the wrong street,
Should we prepare ourselves for lies & deceit?
Instead of what makes our heart beat?

Trying to look prettier everyday, but still perfect in God’s eyes,
Inside we still burn with secrets and lies,
Still trying to control in their heart what lives or dies,
How do you deal with those whose mind has taken over their lives?,
Behind the Walls of Flesh is where they hide.

We…

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Lessons On Throwing Shade, Poetry by Nigel Toussaint Bray

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Genre: Rhyme, Life

Lessons On Throwing Shade
by Nigel Toussaint Bray

Ladies and gentlemen, tramps and thieves
The shade will fall upon us all who deign to deceive

Live your own truth, not a lie
And you will need no alibi

The more you live do trust more in thyself, there’s no need to really fight
As life will teach you soon enough, who and when to cut at will and on sight
All the shady dark souls casting a shadow over your light

As for me, I try my best to be a gentleman so don’t call me shady
Even though once or twice more, I may have dressed like a lady

But go ahead and cast a stone or two, if you are indeed without sin
Most of my battles I now know, to fight from within

If lost, try to find yourself back on a path with…

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Farewells of Mt. Auburn, Poetry by Mark-Curtis Dunn

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Genre: History, Life, War

Farewells of Mt. Auburn

i
Crisp Spring after last snow melt
Greens buds atop a frosty hillock.
Forest branches reach to azure turned golden
Where beneath emerald, secret paths among headstones
Meander up hill and down to strain the breast.
Only intimates would know
Demure scrolled marble weary white by the years
Still to bring gasps and tears for those who rest.

ii
Bonded in serenity as in life
Infant child, doting mother, upright father
Cast into grief so sudden, long sighs to heave
Until joined once more
With mirror grey granite blazoned names.

iii
Hillside helmeted herald
Pearly wings outstretched, spear at the ready,
Proclaims in perpetuity
Such a gift her forbears beneath brought
To span that earthly chasm
Between light and shade, friend and foe,
Before temporal borders close the day.

iv
Maiden sphinx sarcophagus,
Mighty, majestic, martial,
Hosts phalanx ghosts
Lock step, bayonets…

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The Coldest Winter, Poetry by M.S The Secret…

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Genre: Life, Society

The Coldest Winter 
Here comes more snow and its holding at 3 degrees below 0.
No heat, no food, not even a drink.
It’s hard trying to survive living on these cold ass streets.
To strange to believe, I never dreamed this would be the life I would lead.
No one knows who I am.
Their eyes just see another needy, homeless man.
My dreams have long faded away.
Now I struggle to survive on these streets day after day.
I can’t even pray.
I don’t know what to say.
I guess GOD knows I live this way.
I often ask myself how I turned out this way.
Some would be quick to say it’s my lazy trifling ways.
Some would say it’s all of my drinking drugging days.
If I could I would ask GOD will I die this way or is it in His grace…

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In Darkness, Poetry by Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

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Genre:Rhyme, Life

In Darkness

In an impoverished cruel world she walks,

Forcing a moonshine smile that hides stifled searing tears.

Choking back she integrates with a soulless community, Altruism is a myth and disappointment reigns supreme.

In silent moments behind closed doors she lets blood, Beating the walls to release the pain burning inside.

Fighting the two persons struggling in her clouded mind, Both alone even without each-other screaming to belong.

To love, to live, to be loved and escape the desolation, Which stings more each long thunderous day.

Like a poisoned dog she prays the inexplicable pain would stop, As times rolls on so too does her sad swim into despair.

Her cries lost in the darkness until one grim night The numbness sets in, zombiefied the blood flows, And an endless sleep consumes.

Now stands an ironic memorial in her name, It reads beloved wife and daughter,
Yet…

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I LIKE YOU, Poetry by Gabrielle Lanzona

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Genre: Friendzone, Friendship, That’s All It’ll Ever Be, “Love” I Guess, Frustration

I LIKE YOU by Gabrielle Lanzona

I’m not even going to say it explicitly in this passage
because you can’t get any more explicit than a title
Even so, caps lock and in italics
boldfaced and screaming at you across Broadway
a three-story marquee
flashing lights blaring loud noises

you still wouldn’t know it.

That’s alright
It’s a good thing
really.
Who am I kidding
Do you ever wanna slap someone with a fish because dear lord they’re so beautiful and they don’t even know it
because they’re so strange and irreverent and wonderfully bizarre
in a world where everything is flat and grey
and when they laugh it’s with no sense of any self-consciousness whatsoever
too hard and too loud
when they talk about something they really get into it
such passion and such detail
as if…

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