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blood fellows behind me from my knees | L Lawliet - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

blood fellows behind me from my knees | L Lawliet

i one time ponder why i cant stand on my own two legs all the time i often contemplate why my knee’s are so weak that i speak these words for all to be heard.
i look down at my weak knee’s , i say why are you so weak when i have all this power , strength to keep from falling on you my knee’s.
i hear them say its cause you drag us , pull us thru your life walking on us unaware of the blood you trail , leave behind you we are blood soaked knee’s.
i ask them why do you not stand , drip less blood they reply because we cant stand if you don’t walk i reply but walking thru life is the hardest part.
they tell me we are blood soaked knee’s to stop the blood you must stand tall , carry yourself better , be strong for everyone not just you.
i then reply why must i stand if i cant even walk or even find the courage to speak , talk my words of my own mind .
they reply if you don’t stand you cant turn around , see everyone the blood trails of us blood soaked knee’s we cover them in our blood you must turn around , see the blood so you can stand tall , stop the blood.
i reply i don’t know how to stand they then proceed to tell me grab the hands of those we blood soaked knee’s have behind you soaked in our blood , they well help you stand .
i reply but what if my mind body , heart are weaker then me , wanna drop to tho blood soaked knee’s they reply those people behind , in front of you well strengthen those parts of yourself so you can see them , hear them , have the strength to grab there hands , stand tall.
they then reply that’s how you stand tall just don’t try to do it alone i smile some one what , slowly see my friends lovers , family behind me , reach out my long reaching arms to grasp there’s , pull me up , then i know i’m not walking on bloody knee’s but healing knee’s

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Discovery (A Found Poem- Based on a Newspaper Report) | Ananya S. Guha - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Discovery (A Found Poem- Based on a Newspaper Report) | Ananya S. Guha

An artist was murdered together with her lawyer
bargaining for more to sell property. The haves and the have nots, who wanted to be haves, met the bodies were found
when the garbage man spotted a leg. A mere leg jutting across flesh
and bones, life and death. Three are being questioned, or four
including the one who discovered the jutting leg sticking gelatinously out of a bag or box.
This is what he gets for his discovery?

Prod. Tox | Raven Van Blizz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Prod. Tox | Raven Van Blizz

A place filled with toxicity.
Influence speaks with fluency.
Flaws are under scrutiny.
Opinions are mutiny.

Gossiping is trendy
and always up to date.
Colleagues are user-friendly,
greedy and full of hate.

If only I could stay at home
with no worries or headache, I would.
But it would be best to stay calm
while in this place, for family’s sake.

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Bad Neighbors | Olga Lundquist - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Bad Neighbors | Olga Lundquist

if there is something
they can do to bother
everyone around
they’ll do it
not caring about anyone
else than themselves
unable to see that they
aren’t the only ones
living in this place

it never ends
consistently and
constantly rude and
obnoxious

it would be great if
they would move somewhere
far away where they
could make all their
noise and be awful
to their heart’s content
bad neighbors

Platonic Love | PYG’s Whisper - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Platonic Love | PYG’s Whisper

True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairy tales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won’t do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you’re ready to fly?
I whined hey wait
But you’re hailing goodbye
I offered you a platonic love
A virgin, a pure an innocent love
I said babe sex got nothing on me
Clog your ears believe what you see
They only gossip about me
They can’t be you and they won’t own me
But you were disgusted with the taste of my kiss
That’s why I hated the scent of my lips
You know… I spent my youth buying time for you
Guess I’ll spend my sunsets waiting here for you
Even though I’m wide aware
That time and tide wait for no man
But I’m prepared to make an exception
‘Cause our romance was perfection
And I’ll rebirth its dead sensation

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