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Poem of the Week 9.5 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 9.5

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an extension of last week's post. Due to an error on the part of the Editor, crits written by Poem-of-the-Week staffer bloodwitness were omitted from the original publication. Your Refrigerator's Running written by s0lidsn4k3 "Maybe truth is only perception- like dreams and ghosts." & some peoples' perceptions are more fucked up than most if you can think for a single second that this vast plain of reality is constructed out of every single thing that your eyes can see, nothing more or less. The refrigerator light doesn't exist when the door's shut, and neither does my starry night? You've closed your

Poem of the Week 9 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 9

Your Refrigerator's Running written by s0lidsn4k3 "Maybe truth is only perception- like dreams and ghosts." & some peoples' perceptions are more fucked up than most if you can think for a single second that this vast plain of reality is constructed out of every single thing that your eyes can see, nothing more or less. The refrigerator light doesn't exist when the door's shut, and neither does my starry night? You've closed your eyes when the visions got too bad; I suppose your tries to end them ended in a drag race of fate that saw you take home last place, I can tell- from my position, I can't make out your face- it's all gloo

Poem of the Week 8 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 8

The Insomnia in Delivery written by: Scorned-Expiation Amethyst blood, suspended in teardrops Above our bodies looking higher for stars And is there a reason To view omnipotence through discolored glass? You once spoke to me, gossamer light Streaking your features in threaded shadow The difference between love And lust is only the refrain: Are you afraid? And I showed you how little I was never bound Within silver-traced jesses Fallen away from divination Lucifer knows its umber lashes A cadenced series of clippings all the same: I am more than free Never less, by policy Bite deep, rend velvet flesh Mayhap

Poem of the Week 7 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 7

By Request: Haul written by: morocco The chances have wasted time. I tried and can't face the Summer. We have the words written on cobwebs. We haul oxygen and drag it under. Still photographs of a youth without a name. They ride the tag on your complexion. 1337M457312 said: short, yes, short is pretty. however I just didn't find the meanings in this very well. the first two lines of every stanza are what grab my attention, I find the 'The chances have/ wasted time.' very beautiful, but I have trouble understanding the deeper meaning. :applause: very beautiful...and too deep for me. :P dreamersrapture said: This poem is

Poem of the Week 6 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 6

Due to unfortunate events, the first poem and its critiques are no longer available. Shattered Tides, Broken Dreams written by: life-and-death By Request The broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream. I sit here, on the edge, listening to the waves, watching just over the horizon. My hopes diffused, lost in the watersseeming never to come back. Tears from my own eyes, streak down the beach sands adding to the oceanic waters. As time passes, I keep within my mind the solitary thought The broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream. Psytatious said: Y'know, this p

Poem of the Week 5 by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week 5

Morning Glory written by: pennylanelives By Request Walking barefoot, As though entranced, Through thickets Of swollen memories. Twirling slowly, As if dreaming, Through air Thickly humid. I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive, In ever-thirsty meadows. Smoke weaves, As though living, Through flora Gently swaying. Passion streams, As if water,Through hair Thoroughly blended. I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive,In ever-thirsty meadows. Lovers part, As though blessed, Through strings Of softly woven light. Loganforever said: This po

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Poem Of The Week - June by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem Of The Week - June

Author/link JenniferStarling - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17519206/ Life Is Life is complex; Life is in flux. Life is a gift. Life's frickin' rough. Humans are cruel; people are kind. Both true and false, this is mankind. Confusion is truth; honesty, pain. Virtue on trial- found guilty again. Safety exists in immature minds. Intelligence hurts. Nature's unkind. Transition is all an ending can be; the world's full of ends and justified means. Let it be kind, let it be true. Let it be safe, let it be through. t-e-o-d said; Here's my first thoughts as I look over this I see on thing that's would already get o

Poem Of The Week - July by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem Of The Week - July

Author/link: bandanaonyourwrist - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15439726/ Everything and Anything Not all angels have wings She cries, As he sings Everything and anything, Is what you may have Whatever you want, I'd be glad Are you sure? said the girl, Pondering her thoughts Yes said the boy, I'll give you all I've got Well... said the girl There's only one thing in this world, That I really want from you Oh? said the boy, And what might that be? Nothing, never mind, really No, tell me I want to know I can't said the girl Please? the boy asked No, I'm truly sorry, I really can't It was then that the boy realized,

Poem of the Week - February by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - February

Author: KurenaiYashin Link: http://www.deviantart.com/view/19815147/ My Own One weak-willed step at a time, Each shuffle falling in line To an unfaltering rhythm, A steadfast rhyme. I have my own desert, A place of truthful "lies", My own sands of delusion, I alone made the sky. Where isolation lives, And solitude thrives; No one can reach me, No one would try. Another vagrant With no tears to cry; Another tattered cloak, But underneath is no life. For the first time in ages I stop my slow pace. I fall to the sand And let my mind race. What have I done; How far have I come? Have I gone anywhere, Or was this step one?

Poem of the Week - March by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - March

Author: skiein Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27195152/ Sheltered world ceases to breathe sweet skin warming intoxication like heady smoke rings spiral down from lavender oil burning spinning world stop spinning and start burning slashing angry not blue tinged veins fuck no the world never felt so good to fuck adrenaline pumping down my thighs hot throbbing down there pulsating life to give life death stops silence and is noisy and still at the same time exact moment arched back in perfect height mouth parted moist and red slightly hot bed before the beginning better not get up, snatch at thin a

Poem of the Week - April by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - April

Author: TayaRavena Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/28220955/ An Angel's Paradise I walk where no feet have tresspassed the land Where voices aren't hollow, meaningless and bland I walk through the meadows no mortal eye dare see Where toxins are abolished and the innocent run free I run through the night and beckon forth the day Where my heart will grow stronger with naught barring the way I run where my wings are ensnared by no thorn Where love lies unspoiled and the hatred's not born I race where the air contains sweet perfumes Where roses grow wild and butterflies hatch from cocoons I race where the Earth fades into

Poem of the Week - May Part I by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - May Part I

Author: AriusEx Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/30755183/ American Boy When I was growing up my Dad got me into one of those Little Leagues. I was an American boy, so it was only natural that I play. Babe Ruth Ken Griffey Junior the smell of freshly cut grass grilled green into your off-white uniform. Lawn chairs and chanting team moms, ripe oranges and all around the year that glove that became more like a hand. And from Tee Ball to the B-Leagues, in my dresser behind my jersey tucked away next to the old, sweaty ballcap was a ball tip pen and a simple pad of paper. American boys they play baseball.

Poem of the Week - May Part II by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - May Part II

Author: BurnedBonemeal Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/30759162/ Anomaly Relevance binds itself with logic and reason, So feeling illogically irrelevant must definitely be considered treason. The actions we choose, are they correct to do or refuse when we expire to aspire?; and die to get high and viewed? Burnt offerings, placed upon the tongue within the Godhead's maw Stare in awe, your meat is raw and untendered Experience a lifetime's intense intents within the confines of a mere year's relents, And find your soma is rendered To feel truely alive is to dance with death, Laugh monotony in the face, and let Him sm

Poem of the Week - June Part I by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - June Part I

Author: Dessdemona Link: http://www.deviantart.com/view/32125928/ You, past, present, future. Innocent gaze, flashing smile, self confidence, But I'd seen your raging fire in the distance So I wished to be your passion, craved to be your sin I hoped you, little angel, would find me through the night And show me love was still worth the fight... Tender touch, cool kiss, soft skin, But now I'm sure deep down there is madness Who's gaining my trust, easing my sadness And the little angel by my side Takes me on a devil's ride... Raven black hair, cherry lips, long lashes, Oh please don't let that fire burn to ashes To stay yours

Poem of the Week - June PartII by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week - June PartII

Author: HorseWithWings Link: http://www.deviantart.com/view/30365533/ It's March It's March in Michigan The weather likes to tease It jumps from 50 to 20, First it's raining, Now it's snowing It's March in Michigan The snow has melted, But the trees are yet to bud. The grass is still dry from it's winter nap The birds at the feeder have thinned. It's March in Michigan My moods seem to fluctuate with the temperature I'm happy one second, then sighing the next. I know spring is coming, I'm eager for the last biting cold wind to pass It's March in Michigan I feel spring close by. The most innocent and happy of the seasons.

Poem of the Week: July-August by Poem-of-the-week, literature

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Poem of the Week: July-August

Author: Searaven Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32734382/ Impatiently Forgotten I hold no place in all that Love hath writ. Each ravaged volume's strewn across the floor With no return; For what unearthly wit Can come if each shelf turned brings nigh two more? When Genesis--foremost--does fail to see The offering I hold within my breast, And fails to make complete the prophecy Which--by the rib of Adam--does suggest, Where then am I to look! What have I missed? My o'erworked eyes are apt to skip a word. Hence, destiny and I--alike--persist On faith: Not God-Forgotten, Not absurd. Whilst I have yet to gaze u

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Shattered Tides, Broken Dreams by life-and-death, literature

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Shattered Tides, Broken Dreams

The broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream. I sit here, on the edge, listening to the waves, watching just over the horizon. My hopes diffused, lost in the waters seeming never to come back. Tears from my own eyes, streak down the beach sands adding to the oceanic waters. As time passes, I keep within my mind the solitary thought The broken tides flow washing in the shattered hopes back to those who dream.

morning glory by pennylanelives, literature

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morning glory

Walking barefoot, As though entranced, Through thickets Of swollen memories. Twirling slowly, As if dreaming, Through air Thickly humid. I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive, In ever-thirsty meadows. Smoke weaves, As though living, Through flora Gently swaying. Passion streams, As if water, Through hair Thoroughly blended. I hear you; stop and turn, Hair brushing my shoulders. I lay back; submissive, In ever-thirsty meadows. Lovers part, As though blessed, Through strings Of softly woven light.

The Wind by DeathstrikeShdwkilr, literature

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The Wind

A rose rests softly on the soil A cold wind comes with icy hands of frost Wringing the life from the flower Wringing the color from the day A man died that day A chilling breeze sweeps through Whisking his soul to the depths of hell Whisking her future into the jowls of pain A child stands there in the cold A cool blast robs her of her warmth Wallowing in pain she dies Wallowing there, they do not care, stealing all the same A Junkie dies in a pool of blood A freezing grasp wraps his mind Warped and wicked he died Warped from the addiction he killed and stole for A city died that day A billion cries the cold wind carries Wit

Cafe Scenes by snowlotus, literature

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Cafe Scenes

Autumn chills scatter The red gold shadows of the season, and Makes the heated interior of the Italian café welcoming. A treasure trove of simple delicacies. The air is warmed By the chirpiness of black-aproned staffers, and thick With the sweetness of burnt coconut and cranberries. Today's special – cranberry muffins with dessicated coconut. Should temptation surmount self-reserve? The crisp golden crossaint, The creamy sapphire of a blueberry cheesecake, Maybe some of a luscious sin of a chocolate cake, Or salads of emerald lettuce and ruby tomatoes? The hissing frothers Add clouds of steam to the sweaty heat, As the esp

The Ontology of a Mortal by CrazyVato, literature

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The Ontology of a Mortal

Stay in your cage And don't stray to far Because this world spins around And we are drone soldiers A pounding heart, filled with love and joy Will someday pump one last time And a dying breath will be heard By those listening To the silence This happens, now and again Forgetting are one true goal: love What else is there? What comes before? Death, despair, disappointment And everything else in between But don't forget, my lonely world Who you are And what you mean to someone, somewhere Because nothing else matters Except for you To someone, somewhere My pounding heart is filled with love and joy And someday, it will pu

Valour by infraction, literature

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Valour

And so their swords lay upon the crestfallen, Flesh no longer wounded. The very ash that once formed them floats delicately in the soft air. Vapour engulfing the hills, which they shall now lie upon, for the years to come. The ash settling in time, to become once more apart of the earth. And in their presence, in the centuries to come Life shall begin again; flowers, trees and grass shall grow strong, Empowered by the bravery they sported – only to fall hard upon Their predestined fate. Once they rose, in the presence of greatness, Once they fought for the possibility of freedom. In the falling night they rode to death, Their h

Since We Were Three by keyboi, literature

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Since We Were Three

Since We Were Three This particular family appears to be fine, But your eyes can't see through brick. The mysteries that lay behind the walls are concealed to me. But I don't need x- ray vision to see the trials and tribulations that have come to thee. I notice many things. Most importantly the things that seem to worry me, you: Anxiety and worry blush your face. Tears of depression, sleepless nights, and paranoia fill your eyes. The echoes of fussing and yelling move through your mind. The memories of the past come to life. But as I try to console you, you turn away from me. Me, your friend since we were three. Deafness and igno

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Impatiently Forgotten by Searaven, literature

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Impatiently Forgotten

I hold no place in all that Love hath writ. Each ravaged volume's strewn across the floor With no return; For what unearthly wit Can come if each shelf turned brings nigh two more? When Genesis--foremost--does fail to see The offering I hold within my breast, And fails to make complete the prophecy Which--by the rib of Adam--does suggest, Where then am I to look! What have I missed? My o'erworked eyes are apt to skip a word. Hence, destiny and I--alike--persist On faith: Not God-Forgotten, Not absurd. Whilst I have yet to gaze upon my verse, I hold to time till thou and I immerse.

Bugcathedral by Interpolny, literature

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Bugcathedral

The receptionist stopped me and yelled "What kind of lifestyle d´you live? Because I saw all those situations hung up in your closet, stained with bruises and sweat. Do you really think, when you go out the door?" I dashed into the metal cube with a couple of abnormal beauty. As the floor beneath our feet began to lift, they exchanged their files and lit every button. I stumbled out at the first stop, opened 4-3-7 and burst into a scene of passion In my room she is sulking again, loafing in that armchair of death The walls keep sailing (their way west) the room expands int

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:bulletblue: CONTESTS :bulletblue: The results are in!  Thank you all for your submissions. Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week)'s first contest winner is TheK (https://www.deviantart.com/thek)!!!!  Please stop by TheK (https://www.deviantart.com/thek)'s gallery and spread some contest good cheer. Be on the lookout for further contests from Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week) as we move into this New Year!

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:bulletblue: ANNOUNCEMENTS & NOTICES :bulletblue: :new:Update - willowinsanity (https://www.deviantart.com/willowinsanity) December 21, 2006 Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week)'s first contest has come to a close!  Congratulations to TheK (https://www.deviantart.com/thek) on his winning entry! Gwenyver (https://www.deviantart.com/gwenyver) October 23/2006 ~ November 12/2006 Staff Recruitment is now closed - thanks to everyone who filled out an application, a note will be sent to you shortly. Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week)'s first contest, will end in another month, official date to be announced. Visit here or here for our news article. Notice - Gwenyver (https://www.deviantart.com/gwenyver) September 17/2006 Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week) is currently being updated. Please be advised that there ma

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Announcements & Notices ~ PotW Rules ~ PotW Updates ~ How PotW Works ~ Contests ~ Past Spotlights ~ Staff Application ~ Staff ~ Writers Block ~ Comment Zone :bulletblue: STAFF APPLICATION :bulletblue: Staff Recruitment is now closed. -- :bulletpurple: PotW is constantly searching for NEW STAFF members to help with the spotlighting of our never-ending supply of poetry. If you think you can take on this challenge, fill out the application form and note it to Poem-of-the-week (https://www.deviantart.com/poem-of-the-week) ASAP. Staff Application Form (Answer all of the questions honestly.) 1. How much time do you spend on dA a week and how much of that time do you plan on spending

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