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Tag: poet
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Colorful Game Booth
Unrequited love through a poem titled, “Colorful Game Booth.” By Ana Surguladze, a poetry editor with Flora Fiction.
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Dogeared By Basil Humphrey
I am well worn, thumbed through, creased at the edgesAlways stuck on the same page, always mid-sentence,I can neither avert my eyes, turn thoughts, nor paperFor it is my lifeβs work, knowing something of whatβs gone beforeBut no clarity as to what comes nextI live in the now of uncertaintyNo…
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Life By Eva Wal
Smiling into the morningβs faceI lie under a tree Listening to birds With my eyesI kiss the crooked treefull of rounded fruits A happy crowd held in friendly arms I can do what I wantI watch the river flow Donβt be a slave, donβt be a foolshe speaks to mewhile…
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The King’s Pirouette By Jaden Fong
Just to the left of the dying lavender,there is a castle of a web, fit fornothing short of a king. Thatβsjust what I expect the spider is, too: a king.His galt is royal, regal, intentional.He spins crystalline twine day after nightafter day, laying each ivory wing to his thronecarefully, one…
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This Is Within Me By Jack M. Freedman
Inspired by the TV series, This Is Us It startswith anervousbreakdownand endswith across countryroad trip. Do I remain drivento the point ofachieving anunreachableperfectionβ¦ Or do I gorgeon my defenses? Do I holdmyself responsiblefor my lack of security? One that is:lostcharredexhausted. Could I findthat soulconnection? Addictionsmay one dayconsume me,but I willbe…
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Landscape By Rock Martinez
Soft, lazy afternoons in quiet neighborhoods, where childrenPlay innocent games.Mothers watch, contented, idyllic lifeScenic pictures of another day in paradise. Large, comfortable homes perched on lofty hillsidesSit majestically, overlooking a sea of lightsAs late evening sneaks past crystal lakes.Soft light glows from bedroomsWhere children are tucked in to sleep, safe…
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Lady Thunderteeth
I canβt even handle chaos offbeat,coming from the endless loop of uncertaintyI thrive,just by knowing when your time to leave arrives.If others had the hiding spot for their thoughts about me,you wonβt get the chance.I memorized how to calculate feelings from hesitant, completely pale, glance.My teeth barricades thunder that comes…
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The Night That We Were By K.M. Crane
We were there the night the roses exploded. Blood red petals cover city parked cars, showered with confetti failures. Tell me yours and Iβll show you mine. See the concrete lined with trees, see these lists, inked leaves with juices from fallen fruit. Half-moon stains are thoughts unsaid. Do you…
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The Aging Dog By Kelli Lage
Adopted at two monthsold. A mixed dog, they toldme Blue Heeler meetsLabrador. Fur patterns ofbrowns, blacks, and whites. Thirteen lastmonth. We celebrated with cupcakes. Inoticed your eyebrows are gray now.They still look up inquisitively at eachpasserby. You spend your days restingin the porch gazing out the window. Yousettle into your…