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  • #88017
    Knowledgeful Butterfly
    @e_elaine_soup5

    Hey all ya’ll poets out there! I’m one too, I guess, but I’ve never taken writing them seriously. I love to unwind with one, though, and i’d like some people to see how they like it.

    Speak as wanted or needed, I don’t mind any critiques at all–always want to keep improving–and you can theorize what I say in my poems if you want, but hey, most of these mean nothing more than my passing feelings

    here’s today’s

     

    The Gold Will Fall

    One day, in time

    The gold will fall

    From the sky

     

    Dripping onto roses,

    Making them auric

    Slipping to the ground,

    Gilding the roads,

    then blinding the people

     

    One day, on hand

    The gold will fall

    From a man

     

    Clinking and rolling

    Off and down,

    Greedy hands awaiting

     

    One day, without care

    The gold will fall

    From her hair

     

    The color leaks and fades

    But the same woman stays

    Strong and wise

     

    One day, by the claw

    The gold will fall

    From the straw

     

    Falling, dying

    In the shivering winds

    The yellow oceans

    Shall wither and die,

    Never to begin again

    i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back

    #88033

    @e_elaine_soup5 Wow! What a cool poem! I loved your imagery. 🙂

    Spreading God's love until I can see seven billion smiles. 🙂 https://sevenbillionsmiles.home.blog

    #88120
    Knowledgeful Butterfly
    @e_elaine_soup5

    Today’s post

    I wrote this for an English assignment a few months back, but I liked it, so I kept it 😛

     

    A little pencil 

    The small bits of wood in hands

    smearing lines between

    creating, crafting, learning to make

    or break a word or phrase

     

    break the lead, the wood

    tearing the paper in distress

    No! It’s not perfect

    I’ll do it again. again. again

    until it’s right

     

    but perfection is but a ruse set up by the world

    No things have to be perfect

    not a word nor phrase

    not even

    a little pencil

    i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back

    #88264
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @e_elaine_soup5 Wow, I love that poem.

    #88283
    Knowledgeful Butterfly
    @e_elaine_soup5

    Today’s poem

    This was written a few years back when I was experiencing some bad things in my life. its called “Who would think?”

     

    “Who would think?”

    Who would think?

    Of what? You ask,

    Of that girl in the corner.

    She has a great imagination, you see

    But the only person who sees that is me

     

    Her imagination bubbles with joy

    But not with dolls or a toy.

    Love, love is in that little mind.

    It makes her soar and even fly

     

    But who could think?

    Of what? You ask.

    Of that girl in the corner…

    i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back

    #91095
    Knowledgeful Butterfly
    @e_elaine_soup5

    The thought comes,
    Popping up out of nowhere.
    Dancing and jumping,
    Pushing things out of the way for itself.

    “What if?”

    It consumes the mind,
    Not letting its holder focus on anything else.

    “What if?”

    No action can quell it
    No assurance can defeat it

    “What if?”

    i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back

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