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Katerina Landon
I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says


Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet


The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

show you my mind and my heart
Diya soni
You know what?
He's not just a boy
He's the only evidence of God that I can find on this entire planet!
White, they say
is a mixture of every

but still represents a void

Black, they say
is a mixture of every

and their name is nothing.
lost am i
on a season of
tried and true
the billowy blue
which calls itself
a home.
i see everything
as it comes and goes,
as my coffin lies in wait
for a sordid corpse to pick
its way through the dying
but before my death i must
surrender, this depressive mode
for freedom never came to the weary
only the willing.
and the audience applauds
well done, you sickly being
forever living as an open wound
but little do they know
i've my own audience now.
and i know i stand in hell
with my own mind.
Lee Carter
If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.
my heart does not beat
and I only dream of what it'd be
like to touch you and be warmed up
simply because of human desires

your hands can be replaced by anyone
you wander my daydreams
but never my slumber
you enter my thoughts
you leave just as easily
rewritten poem
Tashenia Haughton
She had a smile.
Bright enough.
To hide.
A million scars.
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
I love being distracted.
It is the only bubble of feeling in which I can't focus on my imperfections.
It's the only time where I can forget about life's lemons, and forget that I have to labor to make lemonade out of them.
But from my living room, every 15 minutes I can hear the clock chime.
It reminds me that everything comes to an end.
In a way, this makes me feel good. It reminds me that eventually all of the work I have to do will be done. It reminds me that all of my worries will eventually conclude.
But it also reminds me that everything good ends. It reminds me that strong connections to other people could eventually break. It reminds me that I may have to see the day where pets and loved ones cease to exist.
It reminds me that one day I will cease to exist.
If you say that one short story's name, I swear to god, Karen.
Poetry claimed as freedom
But with words imprisoned
Ariana Solo
My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

Delton Peele
Undaunted ever over and over
Dont please tell me what
I cant do
K9 tendencies to become obsessed or
Not 2b....... ..its not a question 4 me
What i will do is go untill my lungs pop ........... .
Regretted sometimes yes
I rue the phrase
"Thats good enough"
Doin the same thing relentlessly
Expecting different results isnt considered insanity to me
Its loyalty and dedication.
Is saying i give up !
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.

Anti- anti- social I cry,
Don’t even try,
Scream my nights by
Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
Love is a tragedy!
Oskar Erikson
he who reaches into
the core of a heart
and makes
its cavities

Carmen Jane
You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.
This is a repost of a dear poem of mine, it has a message that comes from the bottom of my heart, for the ones who feel lost from time to time. Also, this poem is the first one to feature in my first book of poetry, that you can find it on Amazon
You Are Not Lost: Poems of hope, love, haikus and more

Thank you for all the support I've gotten here! ❤️
I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
Jeremy Stacy
Bewildered on what may briskly appear
mistily on the river I veer
moonlit with drear
leaves fallen here

I steer unclear a pioneer on new frontier
suspicion and fear with timber fallen near
trodden I hear,
the rustling of deer?

I peek to my rear until my neck becomes blear wicked thoughts interfere will my mind persevere?
she showed up at my doorstep last night.

granted, she was higher than a kite and
only wanted to give me money.

but then she told me he wasnt doing too well.

and that he missed me.

and that she was "hurt"by my actions.

and everything
In their eyes
she, is the holy river
and I, am a doubtful sinner.

I drowned myself
deep in Ganges.

now she, is a holier-than-thou
and I, am a confessed sinner.
Ghats of Banaras, in India, is a holy place where Ganga river is washing sins of many from thousands of year.
Dreamer in Hell
"I am so sick of escaping from reality!" he screamed loudly and went to take a nap.
Taken by surprise
I just couldn’t believe my eyes
A Steinway and Sons Piano felt from the Heavenly skies
The Piano began to play
You are playing my song
The Keyboard Ivories played notes by themselves
All familiar tunes
The melody ever so sweet
The musical vibes
The Piano was bringing inspiration
But had everyone’s attention
The music had hope
Blessed is the name
Being doubtful having shame
The Grand Piano simply wanted to recognize
People walking the streets felt energized
Rhythm be blessed in your steps
The power of music from fallen skies can have that effect
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Maybe if a lemon was red.
It wouldn't have such a sour dread.

Maybe if flowers were green.
They wouldn't have been seen.

Maybe if the sun was black.
It would have the bitterness it lacked.

Maybe if things were never grey.
The world would have had less dismay.

Maybe if I had no clue.
My life wouldn't have been so blue.

Maybe if my heart was yellow.
I would never have been sorrow.

Maybe if I’ve seen the colors.
I would have been less blind.

Maybe if the world isn’t drenched in the color of despair.
It would be better.
𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂,𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾,𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮...?

sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as the bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their hollow secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
amid the coagulating darkness
having long forgotten
the radiant life of today
and the promise of tomorrow
written for the beautifully empty sunset of 9/27/2020
Commuter Poet
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not…
I am…





Un control
Un comfortable
Controlled by
Con Troll

29th September 2020
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
When your light shines pure. You will not be born, you will not die.
To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
Leila The Kiwi
I might sing off tune
I might stumble on words
I might forget lyrics

I'm trying
My best

It's touching
That you're
Still listening
To me.

Whit Howland
I  ponder

about the purpose
of dreams

and why the mind
isn't merely wiped clean

and reprogrammed
every night

when moonbeams
breach our windowpanes

kiss the skin

whit howland © 2020
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that

waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love

Mike Hauser
have you yet guessed that
everything is pointless
from the way we've done this
to the way we do that
deep in conversations
secrets that we've all kept
waving of the hands and
blowing of the kisses

from the thoughts that we have
to the ones we're making
all are pointless at best
hear now what i'm saying
with no more and no less
in the things we're craving
from the spreading of lies
to the days behaving

making less than sense is
senseless don't you know
all of it is pointless
trading needs for wants
when we do what we do
far more oft than not
until the day that we're through
do you get my point
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
Sj Aquarius
This angel played F
Then D minor came and A
Minor sea has left
An out of tune harp the string told the next a story, now they all play devil chords of rumors. But when they unite they play beautiful unisons and harmonies of melodies, music !
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
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