free verse
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Write me lines like Neruda Write about an invincible love that all of nature knows, how it conspires to help us blossom Write your lines on my body Do to me what spring does with the cherry trees my bones will store our secrets Write 100 sonnets inspired by our mornings afternoons nights Write odes…
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The struggle is real but I refuse to accept that fates are sealed. when reality is harsh it becomes surreal. Violence and poverty are steel like chains causing inequality to remain. Shootings on street corners believed to be the hood’s epidemic but history proves it’s a repetitive pandemic. Death left to rot in the streets…
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Poetry brings clarity in a world filled with insanity Long time ago a friendship was born with a pen whispered words from worlds not seen or heard, truth Masked in metaphors but it shines bright blue Pen weaved words bringing comfort to the soul Because it will get beaten…
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I speak with a stare can leave your body feeling lighter than air Serenade your skin with kisses velvet soft Convert fantasies into realities Navigate my way north west east south. you’ll feel my power in your mouth feel like the luckiest man alive. I’ll warn just once Don’t fuck with me. I’ll leave you…
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A harp grows wings Kind words to speak Faith like blanket. Trust in the good and take a leap space It’s yours Silent sage rule the thoughts in your heart. Peace to everyone and everything let happiness reign pour blessings of joy every day. Patience It’ll come. Close your eyes count to three Breathe and…
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Did you make a pact with heaven, to borrow melodies harmonies? bated breathe Hold that note Captivating Let passion play sending shivers down my spine sweet surrender to your sound. Thinking of possibilities if it was only me and you around. Make my body your guitar Allow me to show you how to sing a…
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Two pennies copper core different destinies unravel as their stories unfold Green and worn she was unfraid to grab life’s reins and travel explore He was cautious Terrified to be tails up, took pride in being shiny and pristine Same source paths diverge start is different from where you go…
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I dreamed of Machu Picchu the voices of my ancestors calling to my soul evoking past life memories. Royalty, daughter of the sky standing by mama ocllo’s side. Constructed our masterpieces in stone Regal and adorned in gold. Our empire vast and wide We lived on top of the mountains civilization on the rise Inti…
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Neruda the narcasstic fish, that fell in love now stuck in the tank Staring at his reflection peck, peck, peck Loner, electric green eyes brooding in a corner no surprises just sulky
