Tag: Poem
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Gigging for Flounder
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I used to watch The lights on the river In the dark of night. From my bed, I’d watch them Float through the air. So far from Town, the bodies that carried Those lights were mostly hidden in the Darkest blue of night. The Disembodied lights swayed Through the muddy,…
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The Scent of a Campfire – A poem
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Mountain morning, briskAir chills me – I pull my sweatshirt closer.The fog’s wispyfingers cling to the day,Despite the suns attempt to warm us. The stillness has cleared my mind.In the quiet, he starts a fire.In the routine moments of a quiet morning – I am new again.I am new. I’ve…
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Demons
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The words she hasn’t heard,Beautiful. The words she has,Haunt. The arms that comfort,Longing. The focus ahead,Regardless. Nights still try toUnravel all that she’s fought for.Some nights her demons nearly win.– E.M. Morgan
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Come Closer, Come Near
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I am hungry, growlingfor a tasteand I cannot bedistracted.Come closer,Come near,I am starvingfor you.– Tyler Knott Gregson This gets harder every day. The only thingbetween us…this unbearabledistancethis unspeakablecraving-N.R. Hart
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Darling, Whenever I Think of You
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Darling,whenever I think of you,I start writinginvisible love lettersto your heart.– Alexandra Vasiliu My heart, my entire body is tortured.Not touching you,Not having you; It gnaws,It aches.I adore you most ardently.I covet you most earnestly.– Natalie Jensen