National Poetry Month Feature

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April is finally over, which means it's time to share some amazing poetry in honor of National Poetry Month.

National Poetry Month is celebrated by the United States and Canada in April, while Great Britain celebrates it in October.

Without further ado:


"Minds Content to Rot"
:thumb87321450: by :icongoreblowndeer:

"Before"
BeforeThe morning
            the sky shimmered pink
    And red leaves were melting
                      down
   to preside over black ants passing
                                                       He spoke nostalgia,
                                                  &
by :iconthe-anti-depressants:

"Mistress"
MistressAnd there she was in the garden alone
A shimmering dream where phantoms glow
Her eyes afire for only one moment in time
Her parted lips breathe an excuse for life
She feigns the veil to breed malcontent
Whispers words of disarray
Sows seeds of doubt in the righteous trust
And greets the night without a smile
She croons her sleepless ballad of rebuke
Sings songs that promise the world
Has time enough for every man
But not the pity to spare
She's queen of all her hand can touch
Master of the hopeless few
Beckons for a desperate love
To spurn when the time is right
by :iconoobius-nomadicus:

"Widdendreams"
WiddendreamsFlickering black to white,
I dwell in a widdendream
of stark opportunity.
Lost in a sea supreme
of suppositions
I never quite fulfill;
I walk a razor's edge
in this surreality,
leaving bloody footprints
in my wake.
This winding dream
slices through my vernacular
leaving my tongue bleeding.
A widening dreamscape
painted for posterity;
showcasing a syntax
of sharpened widdendreams.
by :iconpamelaski:

"The giraffes dreams"
The giraffes dreamsDreams give you hope among many things
And the girraffe had dreamed for so many days
So with strong willpower he grew himself wings
That he could fly into space and frolik and play.
Then the girafe flew, with all of his might
Into the darkness away from the sun
And when he found dusk, the beginning of night,
he stopped and he fluttered and looked for some fun.
"Stars stars" he yelled "come out here its true"
"I've grown some wings so I can come play with you"
And one by one the stars they came out
They sparkled and twinkled and hovered about
and they grinned and they laughed and all started to shout
"but a giraffe cannot fly, go away, go on, shooo!
We are wishing stars and can not play with you."
The giraffe felt his heart break his eyes filled with tears.
"But I've been dreaming of playing with you stars for years
I even grew wings just so I could fly,
So couldnt you play, please give it a try."
The stars gathered together and whispered in haste
While the giraffe sat there hovering, s
by :iconikklesammy:

"It's a Duet"
:thumb113578463: by :iconlemonadeandramen:

"I Believe In Me"
I Believe In Me
You say I can’t make it,
You say to give up.
At times your words make me weak.
But I won’t give in.
I know what is best for me,
I’ve worked too hard to give up now.
I believe I can,
I believe I will,
Reach all my dreams.
You can try and stop me,
But you won’t be able to.
Because I believe,
In my hopes,
My dreams,
And me.
by :iconusagiafn:

"Dreams"
Dreams.Dreams.
Dreams are like soap bubbles.
Brightly, like mirrors.
and Transient, Charming.
Aberrant but nevertheless clear.
They seem so close.
However.
If one is next to them.
They burst.
by :iconcutyouinstars:

"I Will Create As I Speak"
:thumb116455193: by :iconlabtrinthine:

"Gray"
Gray
black
          and
                    white
back
         and
                 forth
we stand
                and watch the pendulum sway
while all the while
                                our foolish pride
and unfounded fears
                                       paint the world
by :iconedgpatterson:

"My Broken Heart"
:thumb105010037: by :iconandrearn5278:

"To Central Street"
To Central StreetHe had always known the abstract,
the moral,
was none but a profane
commodity.
The powers of possession
violated through his fingertips,
winding flickers down a trigger, hollowed out and the drippings
clicking like a dizzy liquid--
and the way he curled the glass to its overflow, it pulled him like a
violin string
half-tuned and cocked in its cradle, a dilated smile locked into release and
paling,
so softly
like a tired amphetamine.
And static
is a nectar,
eyes waxed and melted to a pool
of contentment, in the crackling sacrelige
that hums like an empty room.
Control is sweet, for a house
is built to home you-
the bullet languished in his sleeping teeth.
But how it moans,
it stings like obligation
to teeter out to the mouthy streets
when they're just an unfilled prescription spitting back at him.
And he had always known that he was
just another jawline hair fracture rattling one last fleck of affect
out of its casing, afraid
he might take the whole round
if else.
by :iconkonjekto:

"Peering Through"
Peering ThroughIt’s strange to see that wall where you used to stand
I didn’t build it
I didn’t want it
But it’s there, standing thick and tall
With a window veiled by cobwebs
Just to tease me.
I rip the thin lace
But it’s more stubborn than I thought it would be,
Clinging to my hands and clothes and hair,
And it hasn’t really improved the view.
There’s a frosty mist creeping across,
So I get my sleeve and try to wipe it away,
But it seems the glass is cloudy on your side…
Not mine.
I can just make out your figure in the fog
Your back is turned, but by the way your shaking
I can see your laughing – perfectly happy
Whilst I am left on the outskirts
The outside
Of your mind…
by :icon01demai:

"Elegy"
ElegyIt’s hard to write an elegy
For somebody that you like to pretend
Isn’t really dead.
Because death is real.
It’s cold. It’s unforgiving.
It’s a cutting winter air,
In the unsuspecting lungs
Of a carefree summer.
And speaking of summer;
Do you remember the time that we
Ran until there was nowhere left to run to?
And when we were at a place
where there was nothing,
We had everything?
Do you remember
that I spun,
And spun,
And spun,
Until the earth stood still?
And then, do you remember
How I collapsed into the grass?
The grass was green then too.
I was exhausted from performing my magic,
And you kissed my eyes closed.
The way that I say I hate, but secretly love.
And we lay there,
Sprawled against the earth,
And time stood still.
Then, do you remember,
How you took me in your arms,
And how we spun in reverse?
And we undid the magic,
And bit by bit,
All became normal again?
Can you still remember this?
Maybe you can.
Maybe you can’t.
Because who knows if you&
by :iconpisthelimit:

"Beauty in Failure"
:thumb102210311: by :iconkissxclickbang:


A major thanks to everyone who participated. :)
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01demai's avatar
Thank you very much for the feature :D some lovely choices all around ^^