Discover Waves Communities

Topics

steemitschoolofpoetry

#steemitschoolofpoetry
Global

Trending
Hot
New
Payout
Muted
Promoted

Discover communities

Explore communities

Create your community

latest #steemitschoolofpoetry created topics | Ecency

#steemitschoolofpoetry

Follow to get notified about new posts with this tag

diabeticsurfista

8y

Untethered Part IV

Untethered Part IV

Potential’s Conjecture Love How to know When it is real Or when It is just Potential’s conjecture Because judgement Stems From assumption Of intention Because jealousy Stems From assumption Of possession

$ 0.000

4

mamadini

8y

The haze I see (Day 88 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

The haze I see (Day 88 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

There is a shadow and it’s all I see, your darkened steps are all that’s left. A sooty film, a smokey haze, a blaze from your fiery gaze. A burnt-out hole in the ground where you laid your burden down.

$ 0.787

15

mamadini

8y

A broken vase (Day 87 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

A broken vase (Day 87 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

What a glorious thing to see on a table, Or the sill of a window; Flowers severed and displayed for their beauty, A transient pleasure, Indeed. A vase finely blown From layers of colour Curved just so

mamadini

8y

solemn amusements (Day 86 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

solemn amusements (Day 86 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

A thin tin milagro heart, pressed and put to use, prayed over and smoked; worn out in task and time. A silly sentiment strewn about, pushed and pulled, stretched to meaninglessness. A gilded ideal, blinding

poetafranko

6d

Desfilibrando el alma ❤️
| Defibrillating the Soul (es|en)

Desfilibrando el alma ❤️ | Defibrillating the Soul (es|en)

C Fuente ¡Hola, Hivers! Cordialmente les saludo. Gracias por estar leyendo mi post. Amada mujer este poema es para ti. ⚘️🌈✒️ Mujer: córtame el helecho del alma llévalo a la luz, que salga por tu herida

mamadini

8y

When I became difficult (Day 85 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

When I became difficult (Day 85 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Somewhere along the line, the same line everyone is in I fell behind. I fell to the ground and became dirt from the grinding steps of billions of feet. And my tears and my bodily fluids created a strange

mamadini

8y

I am silver in a blue room (Day 84 of 100 -- Poetry Challenge)

I am silver in a blue room (Day 84 of 100 -- Poetry Challenge)

moonlight filters in through cherry trees over a locked trunk onto the plank floor pushing toward me I lie on silk cushions in a room without fire it finds my toes first All pieces are newly crafted and

mamadini

8y

A serrated resurrection from a gloomy action (Day 83 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

A serrated resurrection from a gloomy action (Day 83 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

There is nothing left but a silhouette, the fringe from an old drape, an empty house — a thin line. I plucked thoughts of you as they crept in until I forgot the memories of you. A tattered ribbon bleached

mamadini

8y

The Ghost you live with (Day 81 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

The Ghost you live with (Day 81 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

There are days when your words are salted earth— I cannot clean myself of them. There are weeks when your cold bitterness blackens my extremities— I cannot feel. There are months when your thundering silence

no-advice

1d

Reading the Fine Print: Why the New U.S. Crypto Framework Matters More Than Bitcoin's Price

Reading the Fine Print: Why the New U.S. Crypto Framework Matters More Than Bitcoin's Price

While most of the attention this week has been on Bitcoin hovering around $80,000 and the liquidation of $278 million in derivatives positions over a single afternoon, the more consequential development

mamadini

8y

I Soar (Day 80 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

I Soar (Day 80 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

I buried my burdens in the earth. I am the earth. I let myself sink in the water. I am the water. I walked into the fire. I am the fire. I stand at the precipice. I step forward, and become air as I fall.

mamadini

8y

The Stars, They Shine For You. (Day 79 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

The Stars, They Shine For You. (Day 79 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Sit beneath the firmament. Revel in the blackness, the roundness of your shimmering bits. A spiral of a shell twinkles as it turns in on itself as it turns the cosmos inside out. You are the glistening

mamadini

8y

Fissure (Day 78 of 100 --Poetry challenge)

Fissure (Day 78 of 100 --Poetry challenge)

Click the video for the spoken word as this piece is done in that style. I’ve got a rage in me A lava-fire and it’s growing I'm sick of their shit The dick-headed men that paw paw pawed at me when I was

mamadini

8y

The way to my door (Day 77 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

The way to my door (Day 77 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

When you come to my door, come cautiously, steady of step, and clear of mind. Sometimes there is no answer, just an echoing of the bell, then silence. Silence Echoing Other times, you may hear footsteps

ibarra95

9h

Cacti 🌵 in pots decorated with love messages and adorable Florks, carefully handcrafted to celebrate a couple's passion. (Tutorial) [ENG] [ESP]

Cacti 🌵 in pots decorated with love messages and adorable Florks, carefully handcrafted to celebrate a couple's passion. (Tutorial) [ENG] [ESP]

Did you know? Cacti have very special meanings. They are associated with resilience, protection, strength, and lasting love—they thrive in harsh conditions with lots of sun and survive with very little

mamadini

8y

Wash-day (Day 76 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Wash-day (Day 76 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

There is danger lurking ahead, perhaps you should not go any further. I’ve seen your plate— I would suggest cleaning it, it seems wasteful of you. Is there a timepiece in your pocket that you must rush

mamadini

8y

V Haiku (Day 75 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

V Haiku (Day 75 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

I an empty circle a simple dot on a map a floating ballon II Us, falling apart, me, watching you fade away. You, asleep in bed. III Heavy in the heart, fire on the horizon — raining down ash-haze. IV A

mamadini

8y

The circle glen (Day 74 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

The circle glen (Day 74 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Mama went to see the devil at night way out in the woods in the circle glen with crossed ways in and out. I know ‘cus I showed her. She said she had to think about things where she could hear her thoughts,

mamadini

8y

Forever You (Day 73 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Forever You (Day 73 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

I’m trying to recall you and all I can see is an old-man-form in old-man-clothing, like Mister Rogers, safe and warm, and an antiseptic smell. Your energy though, has never left me; You hang in the corners

marabuzal

3d

🎼 Diálogo (ES/EN)

🎼 Diálogo (ES/EN)

Fuente Alguien dice por ahí que los trovadores como Joaquín Sabina y Pedro Guerra se inspiran en textos de poetas españoles y de otras latitudes.... Puede que tengan razón... o puede que no... Pero si

xplore

8y

Blessings and curses

Blessings and curses

There were tears in her eyes And her heart felt so heavy Her flesh burning from her sins The blood on her hand flowing steady She has broken hearts in the past Everyone has at least once before But she's

mamadini

8y

When she drips pink (Day 72 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

When she drips pink (Day 72 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Pink is the colour of control and pussy parlors of sweet smelling flowers and candy He hangs his clothing on her rack without thought and meanders about. Whose voice comes out today Whose eyes shall create

mamadini

8y

I want to roll you up like a precious textile (Day 71 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

I want to roll you up like a precious textile (Day 71 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

I want to preserve your radiance and savor your intricate weave, and colours: That I may run my fingers softly over your pattern. That I may lie nude upon your length. That I may cover myself

mamadini

8y

away. (Day 70 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

away. (Day 70 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

Click the video to hear (and see) the spoken word: Every morning she rises and sits on the edge of her bed thinking about the day ahead as her dreams slowly fade away. Every night as she folds back into