Tres K. Gould

Every act of courage adds another dimension to who we are.

This week’s Voice of Valo(U)r finalists stepped beyond the familiar plane, daring to reveal new facets of what it truly means to fully be.

Read below, then vote for your fave ⬇️
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I pulled my #dimensions thrice
but only made 1 cut
it'll sure be nice
if I don't build it fucked up
you've rebuilt yours twice
& I refabbed yer parts
lemme give ye some #magnanimous advice
before ye brag on yer smarts
put that shit in a vice
make it square, from the start

#BornBattleReady

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#BornBattleReady #dimension #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sonnet
Quill and Ink

DONNY OCTOPUS/LOVE ME 4 ANOTHER REASON

Every now and again
We hitch a ride 2 a very special place,
Revealing things we cannot usually see
(But surround us anyway).
It teaches us 2 become unbiased wiv the truth,
And #magnanimous in victory, defeat,
And tedious indifference.
#vss365
#BornBattleReady

The Dark Abyss …awaits patiently Image courtesy of Adobe Stock I exist in two different dimensions the harsh world around me and the wilderness of my mind a place where I retreat to maintain my sanity to av…

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Take me to another dimension
Skies a hopeful blue
Where pain is not mentioned
Love is what the world moves

Where alibis aren't needed
Truth is a commodity
Time for closeness heeded
And lies are never told to me

Yes, another dimension please
Where hope and truth doesn't tease

#BornBattleReady

#BornBattleReady #Dimension #poem #writing
@thepoetryarena.bsky.social

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Have I ever told you CCR was my first concert? We sat on a hill and laughed as drunk old hippies fell down it 🤘🤣

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if we're on the same level, us

that's cool

I went to school

on a bus

but if mayhaps

you arrived via foot parent or bike

I'd still give ye a like

unless we're shootin' craps

or ye tell me to take a hike

then

I'm on another dimension

runnin' laps

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#battleborn #dimension
#vss365 #jewels

In the not so distant future,it's closer than you think!

Something different. Hope you enjoy. Please click on the photos, I'm hoping you'll be able to read one of them!

My 📸

a circular perpetual bloom
of innocence
of potential barely realized
when lost
in life’s exacting process
of diminishment
confounds us
this perfect infinity
the human condition
limited captivity
elusive metrics
time, a grand #dimension
adds
subtracts
blends
bears
a grand illusion

#BornBattleReady

There are nights when the world feels too heavy for me to bear and I withdraw into my other dimension not a place of fantasy, nor a fragile illusion but my hidden interior wilderness where my body can finally breathe this is the dimension that saves me that gathers the scattered pieces of my soul here I am reminded that the world is larger than the chaos of human voices that somewhere beyond the shouting a better place survives, its’ beauty woven into forests and oceans and galaxies that the world can still be beautiful and though outside, the world continues its restless descent towards darkness here, inside my quiet dimension my light refuses to go out ©Ann Bagnall

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You’re telling me, the daylight saved this time?

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Sometimes days can feel like pages of a book being scattered to the wind.

When we’re unsure where our story is going, keeping ourselves together is no small feat.

If you’re falling apart, know you’re not alone. Be grateful for friends who stay for the plot.

#ThankfulThursday

Congratulations to The Prophet Poe! You were selected to be this week’s Voice Of Valo(U)r 👑

Our next #BornBattleReady prompt word is: DIMENSION

Do not post your #poetry here. Battle will commence Friday at 9am EST

The only rule is to aim for the heart — and don’t miss! 🖤⚔️🤍

All hail the snail 🐌

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Does it consume too much space,
giving nil to often take?

Will it covet what is craved
just to push wanting away?

Can it not carry this weight?
Can it not withstand the pain?

Then, with loving grace,
let it go.

Endurance is a feat of strength —
performance fit for show.

#poetry

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We are but chattel in this chungus life,
served as tender victuals to elite parasites.

“Requiem” sings of tension between breath and burial. Between grief and grit. Between knowing the ache of loss and having the audacity to love anyway.

This round’s Voice of Valo(U)r finalists stepped into that liminal space, turning mourning into music.

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We Heard The Echoes …of a requiem Image: Public Domain We never knew our destination and the future was unseen our hopes where always built on treacherous sands we drifted aimlessly on the ebb and flow of restle…

#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website:
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humming a tune
in the early dawn
to be sung at the requiem
for the only love
she had ever known

plucking her banjo
in a puddle of sorrow

a cross holding vigil

getting ready
for his coming home

the eulogy moved
through the pews
the story of life
fully bloomed
#BornBattleReady #requiem

Nostalgia Purge We all find ourselves crying in the walk-in freezer at times. Expectations bring distress when not met.

Don't look back when it won't help.

#poetry
#BornBattleReady
#requiem

Drenched in the chill of midnight a requiem is drifting in across the funereal ash of our dreams our days, like leaves fall and fade away into the abyss of silence until the spring awakens our echoes and we flourish once again our endless cycle of connection and loss do you remember? do fragments of us drift in your temporal time? or is it only dreams that awaken another need? do you not see that we have become like branches of a single tree? yet still you remain distant and out of reach until once again, my dreams call to me © Ann Bagnall

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