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JANUARY BIRTHDAY POETRY
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Jan 14
Farewell to Grandma - by ciele79
Scraggy limbs
Trembling on the white sheet.
Void look
Having no focus.
Apparitional figures
Scattered in the bed.
Faint sobbing
From the emptiness
Fagged desire
From the earth
Feeble whisper
From a little grand daughter
Toot-Toot Toot-toot
Only a breathing apparatus
Answers my voiceless throes
"She's gone."
Only a Dispassionate nurse
Answers my mournful regret.
a future poetess from South Korea who love the
world and existences in the Earth
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Jan 17
Parasites - by Ronvir Bilkhu
Sometimes,
sick thoughts creep into my mind I cannot stop them,
Like weeds on a lawn they infest me
Really frightening images
dark and taboo
sometimes,
I get scared of where my imagination could lead me
I walk alone at midnight in a park
I stay close to the centre - the norm
But sometimes,
they flash in and out in split seconds -
explicit and violent pictures projected on my eyelids
Even when I am asleep they pester me,
prodding me with burning black spears
covered in blood and hot magma
Like spiders
they've built a nest deep in my subconscious
cancerous
like shadows they loom over me
like leeches they cling on to my brain, sucking my cells
a deadly virus, no vaccination
I close my eyes
and try to fight them
only when I am dead
they'll find somewhere else, someone else
meanwhile I wait and think happy thoughts -
what the people on TV would think about...
I am 15, live in London, England I want to know if
my poems are any good.
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Jan 20
Father - by sean
Open your eyes to the lonely night,
do you not see that which haunts?
Your soul resides within the shadows of your mind.
Are you asleep tonight,
wake up and look inside,
fear not what your father tells you,
fear only what hides under your breath,
there under your breath lies the truth.
You hide behind the words
that were given to you by that son of bitch
who never really knew your name.
With each word he brings you closer to the edge,
with each look from his empty eyes
he drains your life-blood.
You sleep quietly hoping he will pass you by,
never realizing that within your silence
he finds a new home to breed his thoughts in.
Wake up you coward,
do not give shelter to his thoughts and feelings,
do not mistake his misfortunate donation of sperm to be worthy of respect.
Once again he sees you in the darkness of night,
the yellow skin on your back gives you away,
one swift blow and you are defeated.
Wake up you coward,
rise up from that hole you have created,
the grave you dig belongs to him.
The night belongs to you
the words you hide under your breath will become the sword
from which you will take his life.
He is not worthy of life,
he knows not of the common grounds,
he knows nothing of the flowers you stand amongst.
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Jan 21
"sister" - by Lynette
there she stands
against all odds
but you say she's not entitled
perseverance and fortitude
qualities you laud
qualities embodied
throughout her lineage
that redefine bravery
but, still, no allowances given
this unsettling truth
awakens her peaceful mind
threatens her benevolent spirit
somehow widening
her capacity to love
intensifying her wish
that others are haunted
just the same
I am a counselor and graduate student. Poetic
expression is my newly discovered passion.
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Jan 22
Perfect Stranger - by Angela
Strong arms holding me down,
Enclosing warmth
Dizzing sensations cast round.
When I met you
So Charming and smooth
Were the words my inner being longed to hear
Fell so sweetly upon me.
Theses things from you
Assertive and sure making
My weakness obsolete
Making me completely
At your will and call.
To please you be called
Baby please and you asked
Swallow me deep
Into your world of
Laughter exiting the darkness
That's held me for so long.
This feels so true
After ONE night of you.
My soul yearns for more
Just to be near you
To sense your stregnth
All knowing passions
Wrapped up in what
I see as your desire
Stokes my fire
Will this ever rest
And leave me be
Just to let me keep
These precious memories....Perfect Stranger.
Currently living in New Jersey and working as a
secretary.
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Jan 22
Cigarette Kiss - by Esteban Rios
she
pasted my mouth's roof
last night after all
tension coffee whispers soothed
two a.m. sheet romp
and momentary passive facts
about small talk innuendoes
in new ends, does she feel
nicotine discomfort on my tongue?
does she spoil penchant regard
in virgin fabricate?
dwelling docile whispers
at 98.6 hot 180 degree my head
to wafting soft clean smell
of her over charm and under
brushing volumes of lies
about how she has quit,
quit me
quit habit,
quit sneaking in to sooth
quiting sensations of love and
momentary addiction.
Resident of Denver, Colorado with city passions and quickly moving
feet. I am a writer, a poet, a self proclaimed dogmatist, and a misbeliever in estabished motives...
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