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Poetry library from Anthony Blackshaw.

I want to wake up
cold and teetering on the edge of the bed
You are stretched out
with the blanket tangled
around your bare skin,
your motionless body.

I want to reach for you
in a drowsy daydream in which I'll remain,
I'll pull you in
to feel your heart beat
like tiny butterflies
against my ribcage.

I want...

125 words by C Williams

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Published 8 years ago

What good is a heart if one does not
Utilize its chambers
And vaults
And valves
And hallways,
To hold stories,
To hide secrets,
To invite friends in
When they have nowhere else to go ...?

What good is the human brain
If one does not
Exercise its muscle
By solving problems,
By fixing hearts that have become...

154 words by R Anderson

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Published 9 years ago

I fashion a cocoon of steel to shield
my weary, fragile bones.
I operate with silent certainty
that perpetrates my soul.
I tread with careful purpose, and though always still
I never sleep.
I grow steadily and surely and soon
no one even knows me.

They need not know of my transformation
where I’ve sprouted...

153 words by C Williams

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Published 9 years ago

Where a leaf falls to its resting place when its mother sheds her Autumn brown.
How dice reveal each dotted face in any game in any town.

It’s random, my friend.

When a rainbow strikes its peacock pose with shades of blue and green and red.
Where a bee will greet a perfumed rose out of all the blooms in a flower...

208 words by M Jackson

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Published 9 years ago

Ode to Billie Joe

I keep telling myself I shouldn’t oughta come up here, but somehow all the roads in this town just end up here anyhow.
The water that flows under the bridge is new every day. It don’t come back to the same old place – not like me.
Never the same since the old bridge broke up. Always looked kinda...

254 words by N Johns

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14 Likes

Published 9 years ago

Winner of the Untold Tales Competition

Presses of lips, soft and crisp
Like freshly fallen leaves
Your laughter quickly bubbles
In my tired memory
As my thoughts come alive
With flashes of your smile
Unhurried, unburdened.

Wild and impassioned
You devour me
Teasingly, deliberately
And oh-so-gently
Your whispered touches
Across the heat of my...

125 words by K C.

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Published 9 years ago

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