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Red Lips & Rosy Cheeks

Hey! Check out today's poem from #suparhythm. **Red Lips & Rosy Cheeks** Enjoy!

She moves with the languid grace of the river Nile, a sun-kissed bronze goddess with eyes the color of rich, dark Ethiopian coffee.Laughter lines crinkle at the corners, stories etched in the warmth of her smile. Her smile, oh, that smile – it bursts forth like a sunrise, accompanied by playful shadows that dance across her cheekbones, like a delicate flush of roses blooming in the desert…

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Our OWN Paradise?

Do we have our OWN paradise after we die? Here's today's poetry, a sonnet. Enjoy! #suparhythm

No pearly gates, no harps with golden strings,Just what if, after shuffling off this coil,We wake to find our own fantastic things,A personal paradise, in the undiscovered realm?Maybe a beach, the waves a crashing beat,Sun-warmed sand beneath our careless toes,Or crackling fire, friends we loved to meet,Laughter that forever ebbs and flows.Imagine sculpting worlds from heart’s desire,Replaying…

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Up Close with a Crow (Haiku)

Hey! Check out the poem, "Up Close with a Crow," the Haiku version. Enjoy! #suparhythm

Sunset paints the sky,Crow plucks at its evening meal,Cooing pigeons mock.

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Up Close with a Crow (Villanelle)

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The sun, a bleeding ember in the bruised violet sky,Cast long, skeletal shadows, painting peace on weary eyes.A sigh escapes, a melody of burdens gently set aside.The air, crisp with the tang of woodsmoke, murmurs secrets on the tide.Pigeons coo, a lullaby in fading light, serenely multiplied.The sun, a bleeding ember in the bruised violet sky.A flicker of coal black cuts the canvas, a crow dips…

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The Unending Moment!

Hey ROMANCE Fans! Check out this brand new poem, "The Unending Moment" I dedicate it to you. It's a SHORT READ. Check it out. Your comment is also appreciated. Thanks.

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A Taste of Paradise! (Villanelle)

**Poem of the DAY** A Taste of Paradise: My First Villanelle. Check it out.

The air, different here. Crisp, like the bite of a just-ripe apple, a shock to my city lungs. Sunlight, heavy, golden, paints the world warm, makes shadows melt. Never thought I’d see this, this mountain peak I used to climb in daydreams, the one that always seemed to shimmer just out of reach.This feeling, a fizzing in my chest, like the first sip of a right-out-of-the-fridge soda after a long…

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From Oblivion to OBLIVION, Part III (Becoming OBLIVION)

The abyss whispers differently now. No longer a deafening roar, it’s a low rumble, a bassline to the melody of hope that hums within.This sanctuary, fragile as spun glass, allows for exploration. Hesitantly, I reach out, a tendril of awareness brushing the edges.The first touch is a surprise. It’s the scent of worn cardboard, the musty aroma of old photographs tucked away in an attic…

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From Oblivion to OBLIVION, Part II (Hope in the Abyss)

The immensity of the void presses down, a weightless weight. OBLIVION, once a stagnant darkness, now writhes with the phantoms of regret.Their forms, twisted from past missteps, echo the storm within. But amidst the chaos, a flicker catches the eye.Not a monstrous lunge, but a hesitant wisp, a tendril of something unknown.It dances at the periphery, a hesitant ember in the endless night.…

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From Oblivion to OBLIVION

Today's poem is a dark one. I would like to hear your thoughts. Please leave a comment when you read. Thanks.

My heart fails me, the fog in my mind obscures my Vision.In this solitary abyss, Oblivion, darkness has overwhelmed me.In a constant loop which seems to mock me, my thoughts line up against me.They crush every impulse of positivity, they paralyze my action.They have become giants whose breath flows into the peaceful canvas of the heavens, forming violent storms and a thick fog which obscures the…

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C'est La Vie

Hey my poetry community, and poetry lovers, here's the poetry of the day. Please leave a comment if you liked it (or didn't). Thanks

The wind whispers secrets through fractured branches, a language understood only by the moon and the mourning doves. Tonight, the city sprawls beneath a canopy of bruised velvet, a million tiny lights flickering like fallen stars struggling to ignite.“C’est la vie,” I murmur, the words catching in my throat like dust motes in a forgotten attic. A phrase tossed around like a worn coin, yet its…

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Family, Finding Magic in the Mundane

"Family, Finding Magic in the Mundane!" You've Got to read this; worth your while, I promise. More Blessings To You! Like, Share, Comment if you can. Thanks.

Life is a banquet to the senses. Every sunrise a promise whispered on the wind. The air is crisp with the kiss of dawn and carries the smell of damp earth and blooming honeysuckle. A treat for the nose, a prelude to the day’s unfolding.The sun; a warm hand touching my face. It lights up with fiery orange the dewdrops on the field lilies, which turn into tiny suns. The world begins to awaken in…

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The gilded cage of triumph

The gilded cage of triumph, a paradox it seems,Sun-drenched with victories, yet haunted by unseen extremes.The laurels wreath upon my brow, though heavy with acclaim,Whispers doubt’s insidious song, a flickering, restless flame.Is this the path I craved, this summit hard-won and vast?Where the air grows thin with privilege, a chilling, lonely blast.The cheering crowds, a distant roar, their faces…

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Whispers of Purpose

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The mid-afternoon sun, a molten river breaching the horizon, spilled onto my bare chest, warming the goosebumps raised by the sudden memory.A phantom touch lingered – the press of cool fingers against sun-baked skin, a laugh that chimed like how the wind chimes in a summer breeze.I sank deeper into the plush embrace of the recliner, the worn leather sighing beneath my weight.The remnants of the…

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Beyond Anxiey and Self-Isolation

The ceiling fan creaks a monotonous lullaby, a mocking counterpoint to the symphony of anxieties swirling inside my head.Sunlight bleeds weakly through the dusty blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing a chaotic ballet in the air; each particle a tiny reflection of the disarray that is my life.My reflection in the mirror across the room mocks me,dark circles under bloodshot eyes, hair a…

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The Aftertaste of Success, Sweetened by Scars [Sonnet of the Day]

The sweetness of success still linger in my mouth,A saccharine serenade on victory’s tongue.Years of work tattooed on rough hands – a portrait of perseverance,The battles fought, the weary nights outrun.The list, a tattered map, once held so dear,With dreams engraved in ink, ambitious lines.Each check, a conquered peak, a banished fear,The manifestation of a spirit that entwinesWith perseverance,…

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*****Nyota*****

***Nyota***The sun in Paradise Lost, Nairobi, dips low, painting the distant bamboos in hues of burnt umber and wildfire-orange.The air is thick with the scent of acacia and dust, something that normally calms my restless soul.Every element under her control, this woman who shouldn’t exist outside the pages of some celestial travelogue.They call her Nyota – Swahili for “star.” But Nyota isn’t a…

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A drop in the Ocean (Haiku)

Vastness holds a tear,One life, a ripple unseen,Yet the tide rolls on.