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composedbyselma · 1 year
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In the act he found freedom
for the first time
He spread his wings
leaped in the air
Fly boy fly!
Let your worries fade
let creativity flow,
make life your own.
-Selma
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ian-t-sebas · 3 years
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Carmine
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I am sorry that we didn’t make amends
And that in the end we were never friends
I am sorry that the life you had was all you knew
Because there is so much that I wanted to share with you
I am sorry that time never waited
And our acquaintance went unappreciated
I am sorry that we had so much differences
And other people were our better preferences
I am sorry and had been long ashamed
That only in past tense were reference of our names
I am sorry that I missed your last episode
And that all, except me, was a part of the crowd
I am sorry, but I am thankful that we met
Because my knowledge of you isn’t consumed with regret
I am sorry that we chose different sides of the fence
And that you weren’t aware of how often your words were my reference
I am sorry that there’s no second chance
No other moment to tell you thanks
For being you until the end of your time
A shiny bright crimson pigment, my Carmine.
© Ian T. Sebàs 2022
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poeticrae · 4 years
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The forever struggle #itspoetry #stopwomenabuse #stopabuse #keepyourhandstoyourself #poetrycommunity #poemsforher #poemoftheday #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram (at South Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB34JGElXIF/?igshid=1kypk4jgaivpy
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sojc123 · 7 years
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"Note F" is the poem of the day. #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetry #poetryistherepy #poetryisnotdead #literature #literaturelovers❤️ #tolerance #forgiveness #words #poetrycommunity #tumblrpoem #poemsontumblr #poetrygram #wordswork #poetryofig #spillingpoems #thoughts #spillingthoughts💧📄 #poetrylives #poemssavelives #sayit #poetryisnotdead🙈 #itspoetry #livelikeapoet
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berryheartzzz · 6 years
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Poetry was a sanctuary that I could hide away in, safely tucked inside. But age has eroded the walls that were built so firmly & the words are nothing more than wind echoing softly sweet promises of yesterday.
My refuge is fell it is time to rebuild.
-fred
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