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sunrain afternoon
where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019
Climactic Poet
Why come now?
When the show is over?
When the curtains are closed?

My love, it’s too late.
I don’t feel anything for you anymore
In fact
I don’t feel anymore
Star BG
I million heartbeats I present you,
so our hearts merge as one.

A million hugs I give graciously,
so you feel my affection.

I million smiles I give freely,
so my love can lift you up.

A million songs I sing gracefully
so ears are hugged with adoration.

I million kisses I release gently,
so you float inside our intimacy.

A million gratitude whispers I give,
so your anointed by my devotion.

I million dancing steps we share,
for the orchestration of dreams.

A million memories we experience,
so our lives become a journey
filled with love.
Inspired by Semi-literate Poet thanks.
Francie Lynch
A person's perceived stature
Should never be measured
By height.
You were there
for me
to teach me
to guide me
to help me
to listen to me

Are you here now
for me
to hug me
to kiss me
to hold me
to love me

Because I was there then and I am here now
Semi-literate Poet
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Cydney Something
"I just want to kneel at his altar every night of my life."
you always make me happy when ever im with you
make me feel alive make me feel brand new
the smile you always wear all across your face
sends the soul in me to a different place

with your loving way that you give to me
you brighten up my life set my spirit free
everthing i dreamed of you just have it all
deep in love with you i began to fall

i just want to be with you for now and evermore
the feelings that you give me i never had before
you are everthing  your my dreams come true
for the rest of my life i want to be with you
atticus wilson
Here I am
For the second time this week
Wishing I could get a good nights sleep
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Raj Bhandari
When you feel sick,
the world looks sad,
so, no one here, cares,
the world is really bad!
N̵o̵,̵ ̵I̵ ̵d̵o̵n̵'̵t̵ ̵w̵a̵n̵t̵ ̵i̵t̵,̵
̵I̵ ̵d̵o̵n̵'̵t̵ ̵w̵a̵n̵t̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̵s̵e̵e̵ ̵y̵o̵u̵ ̵h̵a̵p̵p̵y̵ ̵o̵n̵l̵y̵ ̵f̵o̵r̵ ̵a̵ ̵m̵o̵m̵e̵n̵t̵,̵
̵ ̵b̵u̵t̵ ̵a̵l̵w̵a̵y̵s̵,̵
̵ ̵I̵ ̵n̵e̵v̵e̵r̵ ̵w̵a̵n̵t̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̵s̵e̵e̵ ̵y̵o̵u̵ ̵c̵r̵y̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵e̵v̵e̵n̵ ̵f̵o̵r̵ ̵j̵u̵s̵t̵ ̵a̵ ̵s̵e̵c̵o̵n̵d̵,̵
̵ ̵B̵u̵t̵ ̵i̵f̵ ̵c̵r̵y̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵i̵s̵ ̵t̵h̵e̵ ̵o̵n̵l̵y̵ ̵w̵a̵y̵,̵
̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̵e̵a̵s̵e̵ ̵t̵h̵e̵ ̵p̵a̵i̵n̵ ̵i̵n̵ ̵y̵o̵u̵r̵ ̵h̵e̵a̵r̵t̵,̵
̵ ̵d̵o̵n̵'̵t̵ ̵c̵r̵y̵ ̵a̵n̵y̵m̵o̵r̵e̵,̵
̵ ̵f̵o̵r̵ ̵I̵'̵d̵ ̵b̵e̵ ̵w̵i̵l̵l̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̵s̵h̵e̵d̵ ̵t̵h̵i̵s̵ ̵t̵e̵a̵r̵s̵ ̵o̵f̵ ̵m̵i̵n̵e̵,̵
̵s̵o̵ ̵t̵h̵a̵t̵ ̵y̵o̵u̵ ̵c̵o̵u̵l̵d̵ ̵b̵e̵ ̵j̵u̵s̵t̵,̵
̵H̵ ̵A̵ ̵P̵ ̵P̵ ̵Y̵ ̵ ̵ ̵A̵ ̵L̵ ̵W̵ ̵A̵ ̵Y̵ ̵S̵.̵
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Leila The Kiwi
You have always
Been a ray of sunshine

While they were
A frosty blizzard
At least once.

Inspired by the quote: "I wonder whos arms I would run and fall into if I was in a room with everyone I have ever loved"
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
Riley Ross
Some pull closer to their loves when their heart feels the winter, some pull closer to their friends to not burden their loves with it, some push away completely, in hopes that that bridge isn't covered by the time they come back around.
Maybe I'll make a cabin out of materials that brought the slightest smile to your face, you can stay there and I'll remain on the other side of that bridge so you won't be affected by the way the draft brings in the snow
Winter can be rough on new lovers
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
Ashlyn Rimsky
Sleepy Stupor,
Please stay a while
If you're the only one.
I lay here, still, and smile
At dreams of someone

Sleepy Stupor,
Please stay a while
Please don't let me come to
But folded sheets talk so loud
And him to I so few
Numb like clay,
my hand brushes over the surface,
nothing to feel,
nothing to say.
Numb like the tears that fell that day.
The rain can’t washed away
This pain
And should I
Run away?
Makayla Jane
Why am I so easy to forget like that?
Feel free to share revision ideas (:

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
Ashly Kocher
Don’t just live in the moment but live for the moments that have yet to come
Angelica Liu
Rains of Sacramento
Sunshine of Hangzhou
whispers of two cities
on earth's opposite sides
Eventually, people say
lovebirds look alike
that explains why
I love sunshine
you love rain
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
I clung to you like a lifeline-
A floating buoy in a violent sea
But when I let go of you
Into the deep, deep
I found that I had gills—
And I could breathe.
KMH 12-8-19
Carlo C Gomez
"Every survivor of ****** assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported."

Rainwater of
the Elysian fields,
you assuredly do
like to drown your winged heroines?
You write them as strange
bitter narratives,
spurious to the calling
or as a bit of
bloodletting go.

The history formed around either
her breaking at the seams
upon the witching hour,
and her own home village
pillaging her claims
in the bonfire;
Or the arcane notion
no woman shall give testimony
against a neighbor
on the occasion he's a man.

Yes, she cried no at the temple gate
Yes, she repeated such entreaties
But she'd also been into the ale
and wore an overtly
fetching carousal dress
you incensed.
Let her dam break
Let her try and flood us over
you mocked.
She was only a wayfaring angel
one reckless bird of passage
What type of wounds
could she inflict?

How easily you lost sight
of her will & halo
becoming stronger than fright.
Down she poured in antipathy,
until covering your gaping mouth!
It wasn't rain that killed you,
for you were the rain,
it was her blood calling out
that finally did you in...
When it comes to ****** assault and/or harassment, a woman's voice needs to be listened to and believed.

Inspired by the poem "Dark Sky, One Star," by fellow HP writer Ashly Kocher.
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
Amy Dedman
your cuts heal quickly
but they are so frequent
on and off
on and off
like a persistent, infuriating tap

you’re out to hurt, it’s your guilty pleasure
you’re the predator, I’m your prey
my silence is your measure
my silence makes you stay

you possess the key, the ability to ****
I need, no,
I will take it back
and then when I bleed…

I bleed clarity

not pain
I stand for love
For I believe love
Holds the only remedy
After all everyone deserves
To live their live's in
A state of blissful dignity

My weary pen runs dry
As my word's frantically cry
What if it was you or I
Would a Poet love you
Enough to even try

Try and shed light
On your private hell
Even if it were to mean
This soul I must sell
Real love is where I live
Surely I was put here
To give and give
And give

In my callused hands
I grip the dredge
Of humanity
Like a still born
I cradle calamity
I could never let you fall
With real love
I will carry us all
Traveler Tim
Be the moon
and inspire people
even when you're far from full
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
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 you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
A Benedict
Grateful abundance.
Abundant gluttony.
Cornucopia’s contents spilled,
overflowing like spring-soaked streams.


Stuffed, sweating and stupefied.
Crumbled morsels piling,
higher each November.

A lack of thankfulness.
Abundant gluttony,
And you’re thankful for that?!
A little bit late since the holiday has passed...
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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