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 Nov 2016 kristina
Lottie
When do you believe life begins?
Feel free to answer in the comments or message me privately :3
 Nov 2016 kristina
Jim Timonere
The sun will come up tomorrow,
the flowers will grow in the spring,
May love abound in your life and
peace to your soul may it bring.
 Nov 2016 kristina
Michelle
"It's not you, it's me.
If I could, you know I'd stay.
We're young,
I'm dumb.
You deserve so much more"
And then you walked out the door.

"Let's give each other space
And then maybe be friends"
But we both already know
how that's going to end.

"Promise you'll be okay,
I know that you will,
It just doesn't seem it today"
You fed me every cliche that you thought I deserved,
But *"I don't love you anymore"
was all that I heard.
 Oct 2016 kristina
Rapunzoll
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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NOTE: i've noticed people sharing this to other sites without having spoken to me about it beforehand, I do not give permission for this and all poems are copyright, keep this in mind.

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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
I searched
the deepest depths
of the vastest oceans,
I searched way up high,
past the clouds,
in the bluest of blue skies,

I searched
deep in the hearts
of nature's greenest forests...
It turns out,
that I was carrying it within me
all along - only now, do I realise.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Such a lovely surprise to receive the daily
for my first poem upon returning to HP.
Two dailys in total in my time here...I'm blown away! Thank you all soooooo much!
Such an honor and a privilege

I'm so glad to be back home, here at HP!
I missed this site and everyone soooo much!
I'm sorry I left unexpectedly,
I really missed you guys!
Rosalie ***
 Oct 2016 kristina
Chelsea Doyal
Many nights ago we chewed over the saddest words we knew:

                                   almost and maybe.


We almost made it work,
   but maybe it's best left at just that.


You were the best almost I  maybe ever had.
 Oct 2016 kristina
elle
cowards
 Oct 2016 kristina
elle
never did the people forget
about that little light
in the midst of darkness
never did the people forget
about that remaining drop of hope
in the midst of suffocating sufferings
but then, never did the people forget
about the pain, the risks
they may be partnered with, too
hence never did the people try,
never did the people want
and never did the people intend
to fight

it was never pointless to fight
we were never hopeless
never optionless
never in the check mate position
were we?
 Oct 2016 kristina
Lexie
Some darks
Are to deep
For even
The brightest of lights
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