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Four Hundred Miles
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Four Hundred Miles

I woke up in the gray, with the blues inside my head

I called you through the phone, from the hollow of my bed

The distance was a knife, and the silence felt like pain

But you promised you were coming, to wash me in the rain

You're cutting through the state, past the loblolly and the pine

You're racing down the interstate, to cross that border line

The map says four hundred miles, but your heart is moving fast

You're burning up the pavement, to leave the lonely past

From the Ozarks to the lights of the city

You're driving through the fire for me

The shadows are long and the highway is bleeding

But you're exactly where you need to be

I'm waiting in the dark

With a hunger in my skin

Aureli, turn the key

Let the night begin

The sun is dipping low, in the Texas western sky

I'm watching every road, with a fever in my eye

I know you're tired of the wheel, and the blur of golden light

But I'm the only destination, at the end of your long night

Unsaid and unspoken, a beautiful sin

Your hair is a mess, and your breath is wearing thin

You're finally at my door, in the heat of the humid air

I'm pulling you inside, with my hands tangled in your hair

From the Ozarks to the lights of the city

You're driving through the fire for me

The shadows are long and the highway is bleeding

But you're exactly where you need to be

I'm waiting in the dark

With a hunger in my skin

Aureli, turn the key

Let the night begin

The drive is finally over, the engine's cooling down

You're the only thing that matters, in this entire town

Aureli

You're finally here

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u/Talk-N-Toast — 1 day ago
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Hey you!

Things take time, but Im more than grateful to God that I at least get to interact with u when the opportunity presents itself. Patience is a virtue.

Missing you. Take care hun… pls reach out! Give me a sign through the ether! 💙🙏

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u/LetterheadTotal5643 — 1 day ago
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[poem] I Will Follow(Wherever You Go]

Our love is divine,heart and soul,body And mind,you are the music to my rhythm, I am the poet to your rhyme,no place is

Too far as long as we are together don't you know,take it to

Sweden with the winter rose or on over to Siberia with the ice

And snow,well, I'd follow you wherever you go,even in the

Shadow of the pyramids down in Cairo or down off the shores

Of Rio de janario where the warm,warm winds blow,well,I love

You with all my heart and soul and so where you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hail or high water our aim is true, passion like an ocean

Crashing,Venus in pieces and love everlasting,could be we

Were written in the stars and destined to be,maybe but all I

Know for sure is that I love you and you love me and

Wherever you go I will follow,right up the edge of the wide

Cliffs of dover,then over to the congo for wild hot summer,oh

Well I'd follow you wherever you go,up this road and down

That road,all the way from kilamounjara to Timbuktu because

I love you with all my heart and soul so wherever you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hurricanes or blizzards with gale force winds,we are in

This together through thick and thin,love of my life and my best

Friend,here we go again, watching the sunrise over a snow

Covered mountain in the Himalayan outback,high above the

City below,well, I'd follow you up this road and down that road,

Don't you know because I love you with all my heart and soul

And so, wherever you go I will follow,I will follow,I will follow,

Wherever you go!

14 from the songbook collection "Eyes Of Love"

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u/BoLanier — 1 day ago
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NOT (Inauguration Day)

The great Nina Malkin recited a slightly different version of this poem every time she performed it! Great for artistic exploration. Scary for editing!

Luckily we had the idea to get a shot of her walking away, her back to the camera, so that we could cover any discrepancies in the editing room! As you could see, it became a saving grace! 

Movie magic! And it turned out great! 

-Gregory Cioffi- Director
“Poetry In Motion II”
W/ Nina Malkin
A G&E Production

u/Impressive-Word-7317 — 3 days ago

My wound

You are the wound I still worship.

Even now,
I feel the thread of you
stitched beneath my ribs,
pulling softly whenever the night grows quiet enough
for me to hear my own ruin.
I saw you whole.

Not the face turned toward the world,
not the armor,
not the practiced silence —
you.

And I loved you there.
You should know that.
You should know you mattered
like scripture matters to the dying.

Something in me collapsed
trying to carry the weight of it.
My mind became a house with the lights blown out,
rooms flooding one by one
while I stood inside
pretending not to drown.

I do not know what broke me.
Only that grief has lived in my throat for days now,
aching,
burning,
asking for you in every language my body knows.

And still —
I believe every feeling was real.
Even if they only belonged to me.

Sometimes I think I was merely borrowing a future
that was never mine to keep.
An imposter standing in the doorway of something holy,
waiting for someone to realize
I did not belong there beside you.

But God,
what I would have given
to sit beside you on that porch
beneath the open night sky,
shoulder to shoulder in the cold,
saying nothing at all
while the stars swallowed the dark above us.

I think somewhere deep within myself
I already know:
there is no “us” in this lifetime.
Only echoes.
Only almosts.

But if souls survive the body,
if longing survives death,
then mine will search for yours
through every next life
until the universe finally grows tired of separating us.

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u/oceaninbetween — 3 days ago
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First time writing poems.

Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.

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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.

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u/WearyTwist2273 — 4 days ago

My shrine

I wake reluctantly now.
Like something dragged back from the depths before it was ready to surface.
The morning light feels invasive.
Cruel, almost.
It spills across the room as though it expects something living to greet it.
But there is only this hollow thing wearing my shape.
I move through the hours like a ghost haunting its own body,
feeding routines to a machine that no longer remembers why it continues.
And underneath it all,
this unbearable ache.
You exist somewhere beyond my reach
and still my mind builds shrines to you from fragments —
songs, colours, passing words,
the silence between midnight and dawn.
Everything bleeds back to you eventually.
I fear the emptiness almost as much as I worship it.
Because at least inside the dark
there is quiet.
At least there,
I do not have to pretend I am healing.
Some nights I close my eyes and wish only for absence.
Not violence.
Not destruction.
Just stillness vast enough to swallow thought whole.
Because I am tired of carrying this heart
like a wound that refuses to become a scar.

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u/oceaninbetween — 4 days ago

Dead man walking

I don’t remember

the day it all changed.

Only that since then

I have been fighting

a battle I cannot win.

Every day

I fight the urge

to end it all.

Not because my life is hard,

I know there are others

who carry heavier burdens,

but because I am tired.

Tired of the sadness.

Tired of the loneliness.

Tired of myself.

For years now

I have delayed the inevitable.

Not because I want to live,

but because I cannot bear

to pass this pain

to those who love me.

They did not cause it,

so why should they carry it?

So I stay.

I stay alive

and bear the weight alone.

For how long,

I do not know.

But if the day comes

when I grow too weak,

I hope they can forgive me.

Forgive my weakness.

Forgive the way

I disappeared into myself.

Forgive me

for no longer being there.

Just know,

I tried.

I truly did my best.

I died a long time ago,

so long ago

that I can no longer remember when.

Since then

I have only been

a dead man walking.

And if one day

I take that final step,

know that I was already gone.

That step

would only be the undoing

of a wound

made long before.

Maybe in the end

I simply was not meant

for this world.

And somehow,

that is okay.

I have made my peace.

I only hope

you can understand.

And when I am gone,

please remember:

I love you.

I care for you.

I will never forget you.

I’m sorry

I could not give more.

Maybe in another life

we will meet again.

And maybe then

I will not be such a mess.

Maybe then

you will see my smile

and feel my love

the way I always wished you could.

I wish I could stay.

I really do.

But my mind

has always been in the way.

And so for now

the dead man

keeps walking.

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u/n1k1745 — 4 days ago
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a dream

I'll straighten out the collar of your shirt while we talk

Will you then know the love I hold for you

I might put my head on your shoulder

And yours slowly shifting on top of mine

Your hand will hold my waist

In that moment I'd swirl with emotions

In the concave of love

Both sure of eachother

As if time waited for them

The wind shy

The sky in awe

Guys don't just read and go tell me what it made you feel and give feedbacks or atleast an upvote so the post can reach others too

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u/just__existinghere — 5 days ago

My Blighted Crown

(TW). Would appreciate feedback on the pacing/syllables. This is only like my 2nd poem and Ive never been a creative soul. Thanks.

forged in the heart of stars

designed by mighty Mars

in His divine image

or so say the village

 

flayed bare while fires hot

know oneself I shall not

woe bade me by that knife

bear the scars for my life

 

unmade by those whose love

knew more than He above

ward from ill I would not get

maiden's gaze lest be upset

 

don't dare complain

is the refrain

best pure and frail than late

why have say in your fate

 

every smile brings pain

quite hard to explain

punished for pleasure

the harshest measure

 

won't find relief

source of my grief

my body but your choice

leave myself with no voice

 

left nought but one option

the final concoction

may you cast your dry eyes down

and behold my blighted crown

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u/Nilahit — 4 days ago
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From the Movie “Poetry In Motion II”

A G&E Productions flick

Tana Forte- thrashing…

Gregory Cioffi- Director

u/Impressive-Word-7317 — 6 days ago
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Haunting recollection -Alan Walowitz
From the Movie “Poetry In Motion II”
A G&E Production
Gregory Gioffi- Director

u/Impressive-Word-7317 — 7 days ago
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Poem about Ophelia for a short story I’m writing

Any feedback is appreciated! Story is about a failed author infatuated with a poet

u/zackashton — 5 days ago
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Drifting On our Own Routes

Drifting On Our Own Routes

I came upon you as I cycle down the road.
At first an image in the distance.
When I caught up I slowed.
Asking if you needed assistance.

We cycled together for miles that day.
Grinding, discussing, sweating, laughing.
As we wound around those roads finding our way.
All the while wondering could this be a befriending.

We made plans, and we did ride again many times.
Encouraging one another up those real and unreal hills.
Discussing worldly questions of all kinds.
Avoiding dogs, squirrels, snakes and many unsightly spills.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.
Months became many years.
Years rolled by like fast moving weather fronts.
We even shared on long trips some fries, burgers and beers.

Time changes, or we change with time.
Those rides became less frequent.
Then they stopped…to me a crime.
Like so many other things, priorities became inconsistent.

I still cycle, but not as frequently as before.
I still see it as a microcosm of life.
It keeps me grounded even when it seems to be another chore.
I like to think it keeps me as sharp as the sharpest knife.

I’ve met new friends along the road.
Learned that many of us are lone wolfs.
We join groups, then drift along not wanting our inner selves to become too exposed.
Realizing that we are each on our own roads.

Bob Bussey (May 15, 2026)

u/BicycleBobBussey — 6 days ago
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Blue!

Blue is the color that my Heart Beats are felt within.

Blue is the color that my blood runs through my veins.

Blue is the color that My Resting heart will always be in-Indefinitely.

Blue is the color that the ocean reflects within my eyes.

Blue is the color my soul reflects.

Blue is my favorite color 💙

But with….

You……. Boy!

My Heart skips, dances, jumps, breathes in every color imaginable 🌈

You hold the color palette sweetheart!

Luv yah!

🎶Crazy for you by Madonna🎶

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u/LetterheadTotal5643 — 6 days ago

Pieces in the sand (long )

This is the very first poem ever written, it's cool to look back and see the progression in writing and learning . This was way too long and a little choppy . Yet it's still one of my favorite pieces I ever was able to express. I am working on rewriting it , and would love any feedback or tips. Sorry it's so long ..

Sorrow swirled inside the shell I called myself.

I was broken long before we began.

The cracks only showed

if you looked twice.

Pieces of me held together by tape,

hidden behind a flawless facade.

Then one day

I finally opened the gate

I’d locked around myself.

That’s when I found her.

A girl hunched beside a lake,

expressionless,

with pieces of herself scattered in the sand.

I asked,

“How long have you been this way?”

Her voice was small. Shaking.

“As long as I remember.

This lake…

it’s my tears.”

I looked out across the water.

“A lake that size takes years.

You must’ve been a child.

Where was your mother?”

The girl stared at the ground.

“Drinking.

Chasing men.

Most nights she never noticed I was crying.”

Then quieter—

“And it was my fault anyway.

Before me, she was happy.”

I stopped her immediately.

“That’s not true.”

She said nothing.

Just sat there in silence

like someone waiting to disappear.

So I asked again,

“Did you decide that yourself…

or did someone put it inside you?”

Her voice nearly broke.

“One night she came home drunk and alone.

I rubbed her feet until she fell asleep.

I loved nights like that.

It meant I got to stay close to her.”

A pause.

“Then she told me I was the reason her life was ruined.

A burden.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Because while she was taught to hate herself openly,

I hid mine behind pride.

Image was my power.

Pretending I was whole

was easier than facing the truth.

We talked for hours that night.

She carried sadness like it was a responsibility.

Spent her life holding everyone else together

because she believed

that’s what she was made for.

I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore.

So I started gathering her scattered pieces,

trying to tape them back together

with the same tape barely holding me intact.

The more I fixed,

the more parts of myself fell away.

For a moment, I hesitated.

What if she saw

I wasn’t whole either?

But she needed me.

So I shoved my broken pieces into my pockets

and kept going.

Slowly, she began to stand.

Almost complete.

I thought maybe

I could give her a life untouched by pain.

A life where she finally felt peace.

Then I realized one piece was still missing.

I searched desperately through the sand.

Nothing.

Panic settled into my chest.

“How can I keep my promise

if I can’t make you whole?”

She smiled softly.

“It’s okay.

You already did enough.”

But I knew she didn’t mean it.

Then I understood.

The missing piece

was her heart.

And I had nothing left to repair it with.

My tape was gone.

My pockets were already overflowing

with the pieces of myself I couldn’t carry anymore.

But I couldn’t stop there.

She deserved to know life was more than suffering.

More than surviving.

So I made one final request.

“Live fully.

Carry your own happiness for once.

And when the world becomes heavy again…

keep going.”

Then I reached into my chest

and pulled out my heart.

I felt its final beat in my hands

before placing it inside her.

It fit perfectly.

And as her chest began to rise again,

I realized the rhythm inside her

was mine.

For the first time,

she looked whole.

And for the first time,

I smiled.

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u/Major_Field_6170 — 7 days ago
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Vigorous Princess

Vigorous Princess
Your perky smirk
dainty
like pink petals of cosmos

butterflies, bee's
hummingbirds
love you

no one can see the world
the way you do
a protagonist star
expressing femineity

the bright red vinery birthday rose
was missing on your ear

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u/bk_slime — 8 days ago