Poets
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I feel the water above my head, I feel the sensation of my immanent death, as I feel myself drawn under feel myself being pulled down. Suffocating, lungs are filled I dance the dance of my last breath, drowning unable to avoid certain death, I feel the peace of this, I feel every moment in time,…
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I was immersed in you so deep into you, I could hardly find myself so immersed in your emotional, mind, body and soul I loved it so much that it hurt, but I want more of it I want more of you. I want so much to drown in you feel everything that you do so…
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For the record I want to taste you Feel you and drink you in And sample the flavours of your soul As you rise and fall. Via: daily prompt: Record
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Climate change deniers Are like ostriches They have their heads buried in the sand And are not listening Not just to the scientific evidence But the sound the environment And the universe make And if we keep denying this It will be truly our biggest mistake. For if we carry on this destruction and exploitation …
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We have lived with genocide throughout our history The genocide of humankind We have done this with such callousness And have become truly sanitised And while we all accept this there is one genocide we deny The slaughter of animal species And their extinction plight. We torture and kill them in laboratories For drugs and…
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Measured by your wisdom Established by your faith We learn that darkness comes from light And that light guides us through the night. We find beauty in simplicity And in that which is unique We find all the answers within our souls Within the luminosity. We fight for our own voices to be heard among…
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Graciously I met the cosmic universe And caressed the space between the stars Felt the vacuum within black holes I have travel many distances that people do not know I visited many planets savoured their cultures Walked in their shoes I did all this with peace and love and a degree of fortitude I visited…
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I can record a time when they loved each other but that now was long gone and the void that was left was filled with bitterness and the makings of another sad song. Via: Daily Prompt :Record
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