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Sienna, poet from the exile

@parnassiansoul

... and /not so/ new girl in town

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Cherie.T.Battiste(@LionessPoet) 's Twitter Profile Photo

we rarely eat together
at r periodic table
u drink wine alone
I ask how
ur spending time
u accuse me of
fire&brimstone
as I enable ur
addiction unearthed
2 vacuum-fill r home
u say u need air
our oil&water shines
u leave ur key
u were nvr there
nvr really mine
🔈

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Sanya(@sanjaraic1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

premature morning
for dreams beating in darkness
night's rope too old now
to protect them as it should
the horses of time run wild


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premature morning for dreams beating in darkness night's rope too old now to protect them as it should the horses of time run wild #NaTankaMo #morning #haikuchallenge #old #tanka 🖼️ Pinterest
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Dawn Serbert(@atreya2112) 's Twitter Profile Photo



I am rectangular,
A simple four point
Elemental soul
Skimming the cosmos,
My breath, stolen~
Spired golden
By the sun's halo
And an ocean that dreamt
Of a blue green enigma,

I began
Shaded three dimensional,

And now
No hour can touch me,
I simply exist,

Because.. I am

#vss365 I am rectangular, A simple four point Elemental soul Skimming the cosmos, My breath, stolen~ Spired golden By the sun's halo And an ocean that dreamt Of a blue green enigma, I began Shaded three dimensional, And now No hour can touch me, I simply exist, Because.. I am
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chandana(@chandanas) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I, in my ,
sit with array of words,
deciding on structure of
my poems.

I, forge one, it has pain
and ache, it has love
and rhythm, I smile without
a reason.

I, enumerate the verses
of unexplained emotion,
and I know it has a hint of you.

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Robert Folkard(@rfolkard1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Even in Hell
People are stuck
Under the ice
Not your brain
Not your house
They are killing you
Don't touch them
Don't listen to them
Cold in darkness
Flesh being taken
They will cut off
Your arms and legs
Get out of there


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Fizzy AllsortsOfAllsorts(@Fizzytwizler) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Shadows descend upon light
Not just another bonfire night

Breezy shudders ascend aflame
-s none can tame

Pot’s stewing
Elemental magick brewing

Rage started it
& rage will finish it

Why don’t U know
This battling globe’s showing us so

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Verde Mar(@Tetrametracall1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Light Under Our Faded Moon

If only I could recall our words that found us
Jewels of approximation that asked for our eyes
On a wave that carries us across this universe
Each pause wonders if it’s time to look around.

Your magic casts our image like a mirrored lens
My light

Light Under Our Faded Moon If only I could recall our words that found us Jewels of approximation that asked for our eyes On a wave that carries us across this universe Each pause wonders if it’s time to look around. Your magic casts our image like a mirrored lens My light
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Flame of Firedrake(@FiredrakeFervid) 's Twitter Profile Photo

A presence
Amid forest deep
Once not
Suddenly appears

A stag
In mist surrounds

He stops,
Looks,
Standing quite still

Then turns
Enveloped by
The thicket

The witch
Inhaling
Feels touched
Accepted

He the hart
Of to this forest
And closing her eyes
She feels its beat

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Sanya(@sanjaraic1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

on a pristine beach
the foam confused
salt with debris
streaking with grooves
the unblemished sand
the waves reconciled
their dissonances
rhythmically
covering the ground
with elements
of seaweed
and slag
longing,
almost there,
on the cusp
of fulfillement

on a pristine beach the foam confused salt with debris streaking with grooves the unblemished sand the waves reconciled their dissonances rhythmically covering the ground with elements of seaweed and slag longing, almost there, on the cusp of fulfillement #vss365 #fairytalepoets
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Gary(@floodland08) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Yearning for
ripples to
trace
Missing
in this
space

Sinking slow
like poetic
stone
Or simply afloat
in a river of
bone

Crystal heart needs
a nurse
To heal what may
immerse

So give what you
keep

Where shallow is
deep

For tides never sleep

(my 📷)

Yearning for ripples to trace Missing #element in this space Sinking slow like poetic stone Or simply afloat in a river of bone Crystal heart needs a nurse To heal what may immerse So give what you keep Where shallow is deep For tides never sleep #Poetry (my 📷) #vss365
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Spyder Collins(@Spyder_Collins) 's Twitter Profile Photo

hear the hellcniht
tugging at ur ear
whispered words
in the deorcnysse
that is ur heorte
speak not her name
it is the key to dampnen
of fear
anger & pitilessness
u will see a cradle
me in hellia
that knows no light
eat of my flesh
& know the sweetness
of death

hear the hellcniht tugging at ur ear whispered words in the deorcnysse that is ur heorte speak not her name it is the key to dampnen #elements of fear anger & pitilessness u will see a cradle me in hellia that knows no light eat of my flesh & know the sweetness of death #vss365
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Sienna, poet from the exile(@parnassiansoul) 's Twitter Profile Photo

My universe is a rose arbor where butterflies alight as delicate phantoms. Nightingales serenade the twilight with their mournful tunes. When the roses wither and leaves fall, shadows lengthen and the stars remain my solitary .

by Velvet Rain

My universe is a rose arbor where butterflies alight as delicate phantoms. Nightingales serenade the twilight with their mournful tunes. When the roses wither and leaves fall, shadows lengthen and the stars remain my solitary #bower. #vss365 #image by Velvet Rain
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chandana(@chandanas) 's Twitter Profile Photo

A blossoming ,
becomes the bed,
the boughs be the pillow,
there lays the maiden
called love, who spreads
her tresses, and waits
for beau to braid flowers
and tiara of stars.

She is divinely beautiful,
she is yours,
there where heartbeats.

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Lady Sparrow(@LadySparrow252) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Seven Sundays you've been gone
how things have changed,
the dandelions have cast their seed
now my flower beds are full of weeds.
I tried my best to pull them out
but yesterday stole my intent,
grief has a way of getting it wrong,
seven Sundays you've been gone.🖤

Art✍️Lady S

Seven Sundays you've been gone how things have changed, the dandelions have cast their seed now my flower beds are full of weeds. I tried my best to pull them out but yesterday stole my intent, grief has a way of getting it wrong, seven Sundays you've been gone.🖤 Art✍️Lady S
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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝓃𝒶𝒷(@Zaynab71990) 's Twitter Profile Photo

☆ºஇ
While the heart of the ocean pulses
under the midnight sky, the waves
murmur seductively, a soft lullaby.
The ship churns in a sensuous dance
இº☆

*•.¸♪ Bower of passion, moonlit ocean,
seductive night, endless desire *•.¸♪

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☆ºஇ While the heart of the ocean pulses under the midnight sky, the waves murmur seductively, a soft lullaby. The ship churns in a sensuous dance இº☆ *•.¸♪ Bower of passion, moonlit ocean, seductive night, endless desire *•.¸♪ #vss365 (#bower) #WritingCommunity #poetry
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Nacho & Alice(@Nachokeys21) 's Twitter Profile Photo

🎧🔊

“Spending Dollars; Wasting Away”

I dip sand dollars into lapping foam,
Blow bubbles through their bone-white holes,
And honeycombs shimmer as a salt breeze
Freezes them midair, daring me to count.
I pounce, tongue out, to catch the brine.

Each one is

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PS Conway ☘️(@ps_conway) 's Twitter Profile Photo

-
lie with me tonight
'neath this of starlight
where glamours rain
with each refrain
of 'i love you.'

where breezes whisper
blessings of the fae
and we bathe in the grace
of their cooling vespers
safely embraced

within the tickles of grasses
eyelash kisses
like butterfly

- lie with me tonight 'neath this #bower of starlight where glamours rain with each refrain of 'i love you.' where breezes whisper blessings of the fae and we bathe in the grace of their cooling vespers safely embraced within the tickles of grasses eyelash kisses like butterfly
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Sobia(@Sobiafbhatti) 's Twitter Profile Photo

i have been asking myself questions 'why', 'why', 'why'... i dont ask questions anymore now. there are no answers. i have reconciled with my questions.
there isn't always an answer to justify or satisfy a question. there are situations that we have to accept on a 'sold as seen

i have been asking myself questions 'why', 'why', 'why'... i dont ask questions anymore now. there are no answers. i have reconciled with my questions. there isn't always an answer to justify or satisfy a question. there are situations that we have to accept on a 'sold as seen
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