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Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
I wonder if our secrets are heard by the trees,
As dancing leaves gently drift to the ground.
Do they share our whispers with the ever-flowing breeze,
Carrying rumours in their soft, rustling sound?

Do sweet-sounding birds catch our secrets on the wind,
Composing their songs as they soar through the sky?
With melodies woven, do they sing what we conceal,
Recalling our secrets and whispers as they fly?

Does the rainfall collect our soft whispers in raindrops,
Telling all as they merge with the vast, rolling sea?
Does the lunar pull send them forth with the tide,
Sharing our secrets with stars that shine eternally?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Kacie Nov 2024
No evil shall enter in sacred space
Powers move, one thread in chase

Hands of creation, electric flow
Held captivated with eternal glow

Luminescent band, another dimension

Binding words weave within
Secrets of past woven in pen

In the shadows, in the light,
Forever hidden in plain sight


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My Dear Poet Oct 2024
If security can be stolen
what is free can be sold
promises will be broken
secrets will be told
Justination Oct 2024
In a quiet town where the rivers run deep
Underneath the willow where secrets do keep
Two hearts found each other, one summer's sweet bloom
There, in the shadows, love danced through the gloom

Her laughter like sunlight, his smile warm as June
They'd trace stars together by the soft light of the moon
Whispers like petals, the world spun away
Each stolen moment, a promise to stay

They'd carve their initials in old oak trees
And dream of forever as easy as breeze
In their cocoon of innocence, they painted the skies
With colors of hope and the bright shining lies

But seasons, they change; summer fades into fall
Leaves turn brittle and shadows grow tall
She felt a cold distance, a chill in his gaze
A heart once so open, now lost in a maze

He spoke with his silence, not knowing why
Words caught in the throat as time slipped by
The laughter grew fainter; the touch lost its spark
In the glow of their fire, his fingers grew dark

One faithful evening, beneath that old tree
With trembling hands, he set her heart free
"I wish you the stars but the ground holds me tight,
My heart wants to wander; I must take my flight."

Tears fell like raindrops, a storm without end
The girl stood there broken, no longer a friend
The echoes of laughter now drowned in the night
And shadows dance cruelly, stealing the light

In time she would heal as all heartaches will fade
Yet the memory lingered, etched deep in the shade
Her first love a compass through sorrow and grace
A bittersweet lesson, time couldn't erase

Years passed like whispers but she'd never forget
The love of her youth and the weight of regret
When spring finally beckoned with blossoms anew
She smiled at the past as the heart learns to bloom

For life is a river that twists and it turns
Through joy and through heartache, the spirit still learns
She carried him with her, a piece of her soul
First love and first heartbreak both made her whole
Magi Candelaria Sep 2024
Did you think that I had
  forgotten and did not know
Did you think I had forgotten
  the knowing in my soul
Was anyone told or was it just
  your secret and mine?

I must believe that you believed
  that you were doing the right thing
But when the truth is buried
  one must dig themselves out of a grave

You then live a lifetime
  deprived of oxygen and light

Others thinking you are strange
  you are different a blight
Not understanding how
but knowing they are right

Was anyone told or was it just
  your secret and mine?

        — Magi
Sixty plus years ago
and the pall that covers us today
takes me there
as if I'd never escaped
the dark secrets are darker
the lies run deeper
and the consequences are greater

'those who fail to learn from the mistakes
of their predecessors
are destined to repeat them'

and here we are
watching helpless as we drown in the muddy waters
of apathy
silent
we are even more unaware
as to what is truth and what is fiction

we will soon pay the price
for not listening
not reacting
to the desperate plea of salvation
and to one man
who knew the consequences

and this time there will be no chance
to find solace in our dreams
peace within our hollow contentment
for we have lost everything
that is sacred
Scarlet McCall Sep 2024
I want to know
your secret corridors,
your room of masks,
your hidden box.
I want to strip your wrappings,
untie the strings,
  learn all the numbers
of your combination locks.
I want to breathe your scent,
taste your bitterness,
feel the electric
of our lips’ touch.
I want to stroke your passion
while you hold my hand.
I  want you, want you…
so much.
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