Here there be poems

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[breecolors]

Hi

My lovely followers ..I am back.

[spitblossoms]

[aoya]

[breecolors]

Dream.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Ophelia Drowning by Paul Albert Steck (1895)

[ends-2-beginnings]

patricksvisuals

The field wasn't silent — it leaned in, as a lone poppy bloomed like the final lyric of a song, the sun was still humming.

[frofc]

Sometimes I find

the very act of breathing

tiresome

but somehow

I manage

to tolerate it

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

I want to exist

Just not in this space

In this time

In this world

Today

Where everything

Is Falling down

Around me

And we're all

Just waiting

For the world

To burn.

[thecollectibles]

Last Will by Nikolay Kurganov

[thecollectibles]

Mermaid by Svetaa Pikul

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

Ghost

Breath air,

Into my lungs.

Help me feel,

Like I once did.

See me as I wish to be,

Not as I am.

Talk to me,

Don’t be silent.

Lie,

And tell me,

That I am not a ghost,

Of what I was.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Odalisque au Bassin by Léon-François Comerre (19th Century)

[byzantiumhollow]

A cloud of emotion chokes my thought.

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

I prefer not to process sometimes,

It's much easier,

To tuck away my thoughts and feelings on certain matters,

To deal with another day.

Or never, 

That works too.

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

I wonder,

If the rain has thoughts.

Does it think about the dead,

As it weeps upon their graves?

Does it contemplate,

It’s purpose,

As it falls down to the earth?

Does it ever wish,

To be something else?

I just wonder sometimes,

If the rain,

Has thoughts of its own.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Sleeping Bacchant by Károly Lotz (19th Century)