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The here and now
A place in time
The world feels so soft
and open

Fulfilling my wish
A three part kiss
where time stands still
and I seize the moment

On the brink of lust
With each healing touch
And suddenly the world
appears less broken

The here and now
A place in time
Our soft worlds collided
and wide open
13 October 2020
Samara Reddy
it's a cosmic correction
     to live a little slower-
        be a little closer,
           live where you are,
              take care of your home-
                  and your home's home.

      To look into each others' eyes-
         no need to fake a smile
           can't see it anyway.
              You can't mask the tears
                      or the smize

           what if it's a hyper alteration
                       to change course
Reminder to heed the lessons of 2020 and Covid-19.
We both agreed,
We are only
On Tuesday.

I miss your voice.

You're actually straight,
just entertaining me,
I wish you were gay.

Then I'd know why you refuse me.
I miss his laugh :-(

I need a girlfriend
Round and round,
we go around,
on the carousel of love,
we'll never hit the ground.

Chasing a goal,
I know I'll never make.
Leading me 'round the nose,
but it's fine, I don't mind,
'cause it's you who's doing so.

Hey boy,
I'll be the jester,
entertain you,
just don't leave.

I don't care if you hate me,
just let me love you,
I'll beg on the ground for you,
just give me attention,
and you won't regret it.

But when I fall off the ride,
and bleed from my knee,
the hand that helps me,
why is it yours?
based off a ship very important to me.
Commuter Poet
It is said we face
The worst economic decline
In 300 years

So be it

Would we prefer
An economic acceleration?
Has our economic activity created
The world we really desire?

Perhaps we should slow down
And let the environment

After all
Economic prosperity
Does not equal happiness
25th Nov 2020
charles bateman
We're like dog's in a corner itching to bite , when push come's to shove we are in for a fight . This is the way I feel it need's to be , we have to throw punches if we want to be free . When the fighting is over , it's time for peace , it's the way I prefer to say the least . It's been said love thy neighbor as we want to be loved , my friend's we can do this with help from above . Please know as you read this it's a good way to live , dont be a taker and learn how to give . In all of my years I've come to believe , it's better to give than it is to receive . I'll leave this impression and you can be the judge , how much should we give ? what we have is enough .
Satsih Verma
I cannot catch your smell.
Time stands in my hands. There
was a question to kiss jasmine.

Did you send me a farewell
address? A quiet warrant? No
I cannot sleep on your tongue.

Why life leaves a bitter
taste daily. When I salute the
setting sun, it rains.
Diksha Dhiman
You don't always have to show your love. Sometimes just say it. They not only need this...they deserve this.
David Hilburn
Timely joke
About the tears of the sky
Sweet ingenue, and the irony we poke
Is a crusades of sorts, to make all of a nigh

What if a justice took it that seriously?
A chance meeting with argument's shadow
And a wish in the breeze, the tale to earn a lead
Of symmetry and its advance, a place of gladness to owe

Sincerity is such a rascal, looking for ideas
That provoke rest and relaxation, to become alive
The taint and the wonder of same, so much time to free
With a recourse in cares, with opportune sight, to give

Pence, and labor of a summation kind
The treasured glance of another to find liberty
In the course and candor we eschew is long in mind
And few in through guarantee, looking for possible anarchy

Thus the joke, heard once in a presumed ideology, the toil of senses
We have worked with, even know in careful charisma
What has a day with the likes of you, but does not want it to end?
Having only ourselves to blame, is decency such a lousy dilemma?
ramon mojica
This year I’m going to build a fence
Roll it far and wide
Hemming in the trees

Skirting stone and dog
And where the ground rises

Going up to meet it
Your love
has dried up the ocean
in my eyes,
so when the pain
seeps in,
I pour the wine
of your thoughts
in my pen
and let the words
(I write to you)
get high
and cry...
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
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!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Anne M
There once was a city with too many rats
The townspeople gathered and brought out the cats.
Disappointed they were
In their best friends with fur
For the felines caught nothing but naps from their mats.
Laura Trueman
And some things a single man says no to deny you everything and makes everyone helpless
I wish there is someone
that will stay by my side
And will never leave me behind
Understand me, for all I have

The wrong things I've done
the real me inside
All the lies and secrets I hide
I hope they will not be suprise

I will always be broken
by this cruel world
I just wish someone will understand
This shattered lady in the ground.
An organism is born
Out of laughter then envy then fear
A pattern easily followed
Mean deeds remain and tear
Truth not the subject
Imaginations have the reign
Battle is brewing
Yet there is the laughter
Of conspiracies' fame
A take from before
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
I can't wait to meet you
The one who'll make me whole

But I will sit patiently
And when I know I've found you

I will love you forever

So, to my one future lover
My hand will be waiting for yours.
Leave it to a 5 year old to ask
what everyone is wondering
I miss you today ,
I'll miss you tomorrow.
When you went away ,
I was filled with sorrow.

I miss your smile and your face ,
Long talks at night.
You could never be replaced  ,
Now nothing seems right.

God needed another angel so you had to go ,
Yet tears still flow today.
I just wanted you to know ,
I love you more than words can say,
Give us lot's
You'll get double.
everything you give
will only cause you trouble.

we're stuck in a bubble,
hidden inside of trouble.
keeping us in prison,
can't talk, we're on a mission

hate what I'm doing,
more if it keeps coming.
no time for others,
books are keeping me in wonders.
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
Your noise
It touches ears like no other
Your smell
A scent unique to you
Your lips
Kiss tastes sweeter than blueberry pie
Your caress
Skin grazes
I melt like only you make me do
Everything about you is breathtaking
Mariyam Ridha
The demons are after me,
Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers
Enshrined in my soul.
But I,
I reconcile fragmented pinions
Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope,
Now no malign souls,
Aren't after me,
As I have turned myself into a fire,
My pinions into a universe,
And my soul,
A rebel.
And I have became a girl with wings of fire
i started writing a poem about you
the words were ropes wound tight around my hands
but the ship was sinking.
so i cut the ties
the knife slipping and slicing cuts in my hands
and i let go
before i too became a wreck
Agnis Lynota
When you kissed my neck
You were like karma and prayer
Bound to happen, yet much-awaited
Here’s a small piece of a poem I wrote in 2013
Take a gentle walk today
my little love
there are fall flowers
and purple clover in the fields

Feather clouds, turquoise skies
are medicine bags for the spirit

Listen to the wind chimes
little papoose
and deep breaths from the
evergreen forests

They chant His name
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Green to amber,
And amber to brown;
Reflective blue
To a tumultuous gray.
Glimmering dew
Now a shining frost.

The sun,
Once beaming overhead
Now longingly gazes sideways,
Bestowing a more gentle light
Over the delicate landscape.

The marsh is ever changing,
But I feel the same.
I’ve been here for a year... it went by so quick. I’m amazed. I’ve written over 500 poems and used 11 thousand words. But I have a question: does the word count count how many different words I’ve used, or how many words are in all my poetry? It could go either way with me, so I really don’t know.
Imran Islam
I couldn't tell my minds yet
Maybe I am not perfect,
I keep you in my little heart,
but I am a failed poet!

I have found the moonlight
on your happy face first,
I am always ready to fight
for you my sweetheart.

I would be a romantic cricket
and sing for you tonight
to make your dreams sweet,
Then you will feel me, I bet.
Enjoy reading my books!
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
This phrase is absolutely disgusting
and it is completely crushing.

This phrase is an invasion of privacy
and it constantly gives me anxiety.  

This phrase makes me want to throw up
every time you ask a CHILD before they grow up.

This phrase shouldn't exist
don't you understand the pain it inflicts?

Just leave us alone
to live our life.
Let us live outside of the shadows
and put away that knife.
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
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
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
Aslam M
They keep coming back to me
Just like the Seasons
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