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Mandy Turner
Your friendship
has calmed the storm that ravaged inside.
Your love
has extinguished the fire in my head.
Your laughter
has evaporated the tears in my eyes.
All that remains is calmness
Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.
Nargis Parveen
It's not cold.
Defeating winter,
Spring sends me love-letter.
Don't I need blue bird any more?
No, no, this heart he tore.
O poet, you are a liar,
You are a self-admirer.
You only like to hurt,
That's a long chart.
You are playing love-game,
Constantly hankering after fame.
Oh no! Hear me,
All the time I feel it's he.
Then, why are you away?
It's my strategy not to say.
doodle poodle
Little by little the raindrops fall
little by little you see me.

Underneath the sheer
veil of doubt

I watch as my dreams fall
Abby Kernoghan
I want to get lost somewhere other then my own head
You’ll be fine  driving away with the words you should have said
While I’m under the moon wishing I was dead
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
Random Guy
dinadama ang malakas na ihip ng hangin
sa akin
ano nga bang dapat gawin
sa tuwing
binabalot na ng dilim
Today I want to be free from him
I don't want to be with him
Share my good luck with him
I don't wish him hell
But wishing him well
Is imagining I'm not here anymore
We get on very well
He makes me laugh and smile
He touches me like electricity
I love him like my first love
Yet here I am unhappy
Maybe I need to not be with him
Maybe I want to now walk away
I don't think I will
But if you're reading this future self
Just know I want to
Terry Collett
Half the night awake
half the day asleep

and that human
dread of dying
or not waking up dead
but wishing it so

and you ponder
on the human
fear of dying
and whether it was
the dying that was feared
or the nothingness
beyond the grave
or as when a child
being dead and there being
no god to save

you take in
the silence
of the room
the scent of dying flowers
the dullness
of an October day
the cup of tea
getting cold
in the saucer
by the bed

and you remember Juliet
saying when you spoke
of her beauty
My beauty is like the lilly's
and just as swiftly gone
and then the scent
of dying will remain

you never see her now
nor for forty years or more

you light a cigarette
and watch the smoke
and try to forget.
when i spoke
your words covered mine

when I speak
your words slip out

i don’t think I will speak again
i don’t think I can
maybe you can try
if im only speaking your words im not gonna speak at all
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
Gone Lifting
A couple of days ago my sister called
She was crying her dog of 15 years died
We were going to bury him in the woods by a river
But he died with dusk closing in
I told her to bring her dog bullet to my house
When she got there I had a little grave and flowers for him
We buried him and she left, she wanted to be alone
My dog bubba and bullet were best buddies
I told her it was better we buried him here
He was with family, bubba and I would watch over him
Bullet was a small dog but full of love
A heart with four legs
I was happy to do this for her
And for him
My sister has children who are grown and on their own. Bullet was like having another child to care for. He will be missed, he came over all the time.
A Poet's Voice
the pen is my needle
the words are my drug
the parchment, my vein
my name is bill hughes
and i am a poetry addict
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
Julian Valentin
The stem between us is cut off
And roots won’t grow
I guess every flower must fade
Even gold doesn’t shine in the shade
Knees buckling are just a phase
And now you’re just my bus stop mate
But I missed it along your side
The door shut on an open pipe
The water won’t flow and fishes count themselves
If February 4th was a myth
Then melting hearts are left in the sun
And let me proceed to February 5th
Where yesterday’s love can be in the recycling junk
Hands are tied
Let the rain unlock my string and rebuild my roots
So let me sigh
While I wave a Golden Goodbye
Antino Art
Fall was the season of detachment,
where she learned to kiss
past loves goodbye

and December was chapped lips,
a burning desire to stay warm

As changes happen overnight,
she holds onto a fever dream
where a kiss was simply
a sweet word
left behind by the wind
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Music is the sound that fills the gaps in my knowledge with beautiful lullabies to lull me into ignorance.
Sometimes I just want to ignore everything and pretend everything is okay because I’ve learned that ignorance truly is bliss.
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
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.
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
I love you
With all my heart-
my broken

I miss you
With all my tears-
waves of

there is nothing more tragic
than the souls falling in love
simply at the wrong time


as she trudged up the mountain
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
Take my hand
Come explore the world with me
Let me bring you to the deep thoughts
And the vivid memories
Carefully placed on the timeline
Of me
Just so you can clearly see
Why I am the way that I am
And you can understand
What to do with me
So take my hand
And let's travel
This complex world
This unknown land
And learn together
Because I'm still trying to understand me too.

- 04/21/19
if i gave myself
even half of the love i give you
i would be so happy
and confident too
The things you’ve said
The things that happened
Burned in my memories
I close my eyes
It all plays on repeat
Like a broken record
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
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.
she’s everything i am,
and everything i could be
she gets tired and lonesome,
and she’s suffered for me

she’s strong and capable,
and someone i look up to
her unconditional love is powerful,
and she’s lessened every pain i’ve gone through

time after time again,
she’s forgiven my selfish ways
because she has always been a part of me,
and she’s always here to stay
a letter to myself
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 shall cease to be
If I keep up with your pace
Open up and do you hear me
Shallow graceless race.

Finish line is blury
I'm standing here nor there
I wave my arms for help my dear
Your gaze is unaware.
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.
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!
“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.
I hate waking up,
                                   I hate falling asleep
And I hate
             everything in between.
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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