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I Want People to Share Their Poetry

.... SW won't let me create a topic, '3 minute poetry'. This was 3 minutes, have your fun, I don't care what you write, but keep things mindful of what people write poetically often reflects how they are feeling

So I'll begin

on a short stutter
with only a moment to look at the gutter
you see a willow weeping

the leaf never erased, yet gone
you build another purpose
this time it might be stonework
or a passion you never got to explore

then in a quick step
without any moment to collapse into yourself
you walk under a blue moon
asking why pillows are so soft
concrete so hard
and everything vast is between

you offer someone a seat
you are only a stranger to them
they accept your kindness
but in time that becomes dull

You look at that willow, while it certainly would be soft
one would never say it senses were.
faith2hope4love56-60, F
Thank you for sharing...very creative three minute poem!!馃槉
faith2hope4love56-60, F
@SW-User Thank you for your kind suggestion!!馃槉 I will need some inspiration so I better sleep on this one!!馃様馃槾
SW-User
@faith2hope4love If you like writing there is no better inspiration than writing.
faith2hope4love56-60, F
@SW-User Very true!!馃槉
Grateful4youM
Motorcycle Man (More prose than poetry)

The biker collided into the stopped SUV, and my heart stopped; Oh God this is happening to me.

The biker bounced backward right into my lane, and horrid sounds as it slammed into my jeep I've no memory of getting out, crawling on my hands and knees, mindless of the broken glass, crawling under the left front, I choked the words "Oh please be alive" H. heard not my cries.

I found him there underneath, supine upon shattered glass and pavement; the blood ran from his eye's...you'll be okay I said lying, but what else to say to a man clearly dying?

I grasped his hand, asked his name, and he gurled through the blood, "Gary", okay Gary, we have help coming, but he started the breathing death stoking, All I knew was to be some comfort, stroking back his hair.

Through the blood, he squinted his eyes, blindly looking for me, then his eye's rolled up. I knew the word, but didn't dare.

In my mind I knew Gary was dead.

The energetic part of him now freed from the mangled body. I knew Gary was gone and off to another journey.

 
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