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Medical history
( Nicole Sealey )
I've been pregnant. I've had sex with a man
who's had sex with men. I can't sleep.
My mother has, my mother's mother had,
asthma. My father had a stroke. My father's
mother has high blood pressure.
Both grandfathers died from diabetes.
I drink. I don't smoke. Xanax for flying.
Propanolol for anxiety. My eyes are bad.
I'm spooked by wind. Cousin Lilly died
from an aneurysm. Aunt Hilda, a heart attack.
Uncle Ken, wise as he was, was hit
by a car as if to disprove whatever theory
toward which I write. And, I understand,
the stars in the sky are already dead.
Loveless
( by Kemo779, Poem💞Lover member )
You were the holy spirit, you were my guide to utopia.
You were why I even tried, you were behind every insomnia.
Your smile was the braveheart that conquered every phobia.
Your laugh echoed through the hallways of my poetry, yet your words pulled me back to earth like gravity.
I was hopeful yet incurable and you refused to put me out of my misery.
You just slipped through my fingers, I should have expected the wizardry.
I thought I had you all along, yet I guess I was obliviously wrong.
For what am I but the ghost everyone sees through, what could I ever do to deserve you?
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I miss you
( by Vicky, Poem💞Lover member )
My heart aches when I don't talk to you
My heart aches when I don’t hear from you
My heart aches when I long for you
I hate this feelings that you gave me
Why you made me craze over you
I don’t know why
You’ve taken over my thoughts
I can’t explain
You’re still a stranger
Far away
I want you close by
I miss your embrace
Holding you close
My heart aches
I miss you the way you don't know
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Blue Whale
( by Rajesh Chakravarthy, Poem💞Lover member )
The Blue Whale that wants
Your pain.suffering.death
Is not a natural.beautiful
Life form born out of love
It's a hell-hound conceived
In the volcanic breaths of
A lunatic that seeks the
Attention of the inattentive
Young One! It's beautiful
This life is! ripe.bent.plush
With enough adventure
And fun.laughter.love.joy
You don't need to suffer
To be a hero or a martyr
You don't need to be anyone
But your beautiful self
Come! Let's seek the real
Blue Whale that swims
Unafraid of the ebb and tide
Of the ocean blue!
Come! Let me show you
The colossality that dwarfs
The human body, but bows
In reverence to the spirit in you
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Name
( Carol Ann Duffy )
When did your name
change from a proper noun
to a charm ?
Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.
Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.
I love your name.
I say it again and again
in this summer rain.
I see it,
discreet in the alphabet,
like a wish.
I pray for it
into the night
till its letters are light.
I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.
And On What
( Dennis O'Driscoll )
and on what
presumption
parents
may one ask
do you blithely
give life
act as a catalyst
for future
generations
grant your
bodily urgings
precedence
over mind
blind impulse
sweeping
reason away
in a surge
of preconceptions
your creative juices
frustrating inhibition
obscuring
the margin
of error
between
your instinct
for survival
and your
perpetuation
of death's
lineage
My life
( Mark Strand )
The huge doll of my body
refuses to rise.
I am the toy of women.
My mother
would prop me up for her friends.
“Talk, talk,” she would beg.
I moved my mouth
but words did not come.
My wife took me down from the shelf.
I lay in her arms. “We suffer
the sickness of self,” she would whisper.
And I lay there dumb.
Now my daughter
gives me a plastic nurser
filled with water.
“You are my real baby,” she says.
Poor child!
I look into the brown
mirrors of her eyes
and see myself
diminishing, sinking down
to a depth she does not know is there.
Out of breath,
I will not rise again.
I grow into my death.
My life is small
and getting smaller. The world is green.
Nothing is all.
The Cosmic Drama In a September Sky
( by Rajesh Chakravarthy, Poem💞Lover member )
The dusk came on pushing
The brilliant sun away, in a
Clear September Sky
Twilight looked like the
Last stand of the golden
Globe in a losing battle
I stare at the moon,
She has bloomed in full
And is beaming with pride
As she envelops the Earth
With her bright grey echoes
I wonder how the earth feels
With the sun burning her back
And the moon hugging her cold
Perhaps that's why she turns
Her each side longing. envying
the hug of the other
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