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Lonely Grows
As dark colored flowers
Because
She went
Without knowing
Now I must write poetry
Therefore,
Rain and wind
Please Become My friends
written by nuwan
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Streaming River is attractive Identity of that river Is cold.. Blooming flower is pleasant Identity of that ... -
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Star eyes closed, sunglasses Face hidden in black cloth Moons of autumn Sarah .. Spring combing Looking for lovers Smell t... -
Isolated mountain Increase My grief Isolated mountain Reminded me My Lover... Wind left you alone he left me alon... -
Beloved daughter If you eat more My happiness will grow Happiness is food For Your poor father Posted for Midwee... -
Fill one half in passion Sandy The remaining half in Love .... this is coonect to - PoetryPantry #287 of PU photo credit ... -
Although long drought Little plants Will be courageous When the rains came They will be big trees Similarly, My beloved s... -
My dear wild flower School uniform is Not suitable time For love... Before love You have to see Much of things On this... -
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http://www.goodfon.su/download/paren-les-listya-obrabotka/1366x768 Can you swim To Love Island Can you fly To love mountain to...
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Alone - another emergency more sounds of my feet running tiled floors my body trained to move forward while i’m falling apart i carry a shoe i hope never drops...
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What We Planted - source *The patience I gained in school prepared me for these tough times. Now I wonder what we planted in the children we ta...
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Small Mercies - These are the small mercies that tend our lives: spring blossoms, tender cirulean skies, the eternal and yet ever-changing tides, the moments in betwee...
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Pinions - If not for the twig-nest of our twined fingers, and the threefold cord we’ve kept to cup in prayer long midnights— as hope has crashe...
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Talking Monkey - I am a talking monkey-- I know this, wearing the heavy suit of the corporeal. Please, sit on the rocks of the ruin with me. The stones have a warmth left...
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Writers Circle Prompt: How do I experience power and powerlessness? - How do I experience power and powerlessness? I. The first thing that popped into my head is my powerlessness in the face of war with its destruction a...2 days ago
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i think of Love - *~i think of the vastness of 'what is', not just of life and death, time or dimensions, metaphysics, universe or multi-universes, or even the beginning ...3 days ago
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I Leave A Note - some days are heavy staring at the ceiling hours stop how blank a wall can be monotony of a whirring fan let me lend a story of angst and agony of a bre...3 days ago
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Disarray - [image: Free Cupboard Wooden vector and picture] courtesy of Pixabay Opening the door to chaos is not a good way to start the day my closet in total disar...4 days ago
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In April - *source* *April* April is one of those months that can go either way sort of like life these days but we always hope for new life rebirth of hope a n...
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Reading With The Fishes - Reading With The Fishes For many years I lived in a hollowed-out book before I was eaten by fishes. I can't say how they found m...
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punching time - Day in and day out, we punch time Our fists blued, our eyes grimed By smoke, we beat ourselves brain dead Where does this end, this life we dread W...4 weeks ago
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The way of love - 02/23/2025 The way of love A slim line of light swaying slowly as the drapes sway; On my palm, an...
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A Shadow Follows - By Steve King © 2024 All rights reserved There is a shadow close to me, Sometimes in dreams, Sometimes upon broad day. Sometimes it looms i...3 months ago
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The History of One Life - Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy *Come join us!* *Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
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Inspiration - Inspiration Upon a chin of gold you sit, not man, but madonna of twinkling sky, birthplace of dogmas and devotion, of blue-lit nights and silver stars s...
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Split Personality - the 11 of 12 given words: *flesh drifted veiled rose gem pearl * *scarce page sand clay **split * a chunk of flesh separat...
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Tuesday Poem: (Song)"Beverly Penn" by The Waterboys - Girl sleeping on a mansion roof Under a wintry sky Wrapped she is in furs and sable, Starlight in her eye And what is the name of this creature ? Where di...
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About the Poet - Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are existential and she draws inspiration fro...
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Hopefulness - Cynicism is the most unforgiving proof of gravity. I arrive at the pinnacle of the Hill of Hope, and I stayed up there for a minute, catching my...1 year ago
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The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday - peace, barefoot walking slowly toward me floating grey and silver the Holy flashing through peace, a gathering of flickering angels he then she then...2 years ago
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Time For Testing Testing - I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count one b...
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Early morning light - The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep Her own pictures on the walls no...
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she's a grand old flag - happy memorial day weekend thank you to all who have served to all who continue to serve country first!
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A Note from the Poet - Excuse me while I kiss the sky.... *Jimi Hendrix* Dear friends and fellow poets Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
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I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC - https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ *It is mid morning* *and some salesmonkey in Mississippi* *is ringing my number* *ignoring the grave warn...
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For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings #8: Red Fruit Rendition ~ Apple of The Eye ~ - Apples were always favorites pomegranates difficult,expensive though one of the best from the Heavens,rare gems like rubies in riddles commonly sung one ...
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A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual - Morgue File by Ken Brasier I do what I can, whip white horses into froth to line a horizon pull at bone layers to make spit out of fire fill you w...
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For Our Regular Prompts and Features, Fly Over to Poets and Storytellers United - This blog is an archive. Please browse the sidebar, if you wish to access our active Prompts and Features and the ones that have been archived. We hope to...5 years ago
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Everyday Table - This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday Living.” http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...5 years ago
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Poets United - I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing their...
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Zipline - I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular price for y...
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How Did It Feel - How did it feel the breath that you held for heartbeats, four heartbeats, a sway hollow knell. Rattling ribs till they finally fell apart - tell me, how did ...6 years ago
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A MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE... - I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
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Waiting at the port - Sun- burnt skin — gazing with horizon eyes; listlessly the tugboats sigh goodnight. A Tetractys for Marion at toads6 years ago
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Poem: ACCEPT - *This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:* *Dark Moon, New Moon* *I have to accept the hurricanes* *that are happening everywhere* *Look at them l...7 years ago
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A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath) - “You always made the best tea”, I confess. Something in the method: fanning the bag In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
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Lions and Tigers and Bears - Oh my... Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief Circus; the rest from my stash. I love polar bears!
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Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith - *Agnus Dei* I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek. The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles whirled, i...
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My Parents - Courtesy: Poets United When you two fought you never knew how I burnt in your wrath. I was a water body, too brine to taste. But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...8 years ago
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Tick Tock - Tick Tock I hear my Biological clock Ticking away The eggs I have In short supply. “Yuh nuh have A child, yet?” He looks at me Like fertile soil In whi...8 years ago
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Sad Eyes - Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the Autumn m...
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Cuz Culcha - Sista, remember makin cinnamon toast and chewin back bitz of the periodick table like it were vitamins. knowble gases hevvy metals an your luv letters to Jon...9 years ago
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cheers with life - *Fill one half* *in passion* *Sandy * *The remaining half* *in Love ....* *this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU* *photo credit here* *-nuwan-*
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Every Scrap - Life is fragile You, my friend, are not so Such a small creature You have such a presence Such a strong grip on this life- Claws scratching Teeth bared You w...9 years ago
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Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane - At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own changing w...
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faded pages - *in the days of mostly easy time, * *there is the odd reminder of another place.* *fragrant reminiscence in a flash; * *passed - but in its wake - a trace....
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There Comes A Time... - when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven followers ...
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Your poetry comes out as sn entreaty from within. Very well done in so few words. Remarkable.
ReplyDeletethank you very much my dear
Deletehope you come again
good luck!
Fresh and unique...!
ReplyDeletethank you so much
Deletehope you come again
good luck!
Hmmmm, I don't see anything about food (the topic of this week's Midweek Motif) in your poem. Did you post this one here by mistake?
ReplyDeleteSorry about this comment here. It should have been on your later poem which doesn't have to do with food either though. Anyway, be sure to link a specific poem...rather than just your blog...when you post. If you just link your blog, a reader doesn't know which poem you mean them to read. Peace.
DeleteThank you for advice
Deletei'll do correct next time
good luck mary!