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World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

Hello everyone, and happy World Poetry Day!

I wanted to say thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my writing (and possibly left feedback along the way). I hope you can find the time to read something you like today.

Happy reading,

j.p

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6 years ago

Poem: Chime

The chime above the door sings

as you come gliding through,

bringing along the velvet breeze

of the autumn winds outside.

Your hands cradle your cheeks

as your arms rest on the counter,

and your coffee breath wafts

to me like a whispered secret.

The chime above the door sings

as you float away through it,

my heartbeat carried on the wind

to you like a whispered secret.

j.p


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6 years ago

Poem: Solo

She danced around the room,

looking people in the eyes

as she twirled past them,

never meeting the same gaze

twice. In the flashing lights,

spinning late into the night,

she was untouchable,

her tears dripping like sweat,

catching light like diamonds,

slipping, unseen, to the ground

as she kept gliding forward,

spinning late into the night.

j.p


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6 years ago

Poem: Coffee Date

For once, I’d like to love you

in a typical way, weekends

with planned coffee dates

in picture-perfect cafes,

where the pink walls match

the rosy tint of my view

of you, leaning forward

from your pillowed rattan chair,

beige as the pastries we share

to indulge in the sweetness 

of pastry scents filling the air

between us, the mood pink

and soft and pure like you

with those three packets

of sugar you always stir

into your lattes, welcomingly

warm like your laughter,

carried by the breeze as it floats

through the open windows,

gently welcomed by our lungs.

j.p 

//“Colors” #1


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