#pietry

[highonoverthinking]

Knowing me more leads to loving me less.

[withthoseangeleyes]

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[historybetweenthepages]

1972

[dbaydenny]

White cream on white scales

seeking a healthy red shade

that never itches

or feels like rough sandpaper

like this damn psoriasis.

.

D W Eldred

[sophiechoir]

anger

makes me grin -

eats my bones -

raises the knife -

and there i hold it - back -

the pale hilt

pressed to my head -

the bite - i bite -

the cut - i cut -

the teeth -

i crack

open

[versesforthedew]

TO THE GENTLE HEART

Love always comes back to a noble heart,

Or at least so the poets used to say.

I don't know if my heart is a pure gem

Infused of virtues by the brightest stars,

But love never left its nest between my ribs

If not to whisper poems to those too far

To hear my reverent murmurs.

My love is an unruly bird

That sings without harmony,

Has leaves twined in its feathers

And does not fear being mud-bound,

Nor crucifying itself on a thorn

To make a red rose bloom.

My love lives long after it should have died:

I carry requiems in my chest

And leave flowers on still empty graves.

Love always comes back to a noble heart,

Except for when it never does depart.

F. P

[mywordsarewings]

she's the steam in my coffee cup,

soft pillows full of fluff,

a warm comforter

straight from the dryer

& all the comforts of home

we've yet to discover

[ jsh poetry ]

[taoistoutlaw]

Heart Scrapes

Here are more simple words to ply

My wares with

On the the side of a road

While my thumbs ache

From this pawning that leaves

You students yawning

I grow old and distant

Tired, resisting flow

And current events telling me

“Move on, move on.”

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I would move on but the heart aches

Like a crime of passion beat it

Two by foured to the concrete floor

Scraped up it appeared

On her stainless steel table

Only to be rejected as too alive

Into the biohazard bin with you

Never to be seen again

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Nobody ever told you:

Love is not a biopsy,

Or maybe it is for you?