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I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
You said I amuse you
Ok I'll be your clown

I could do worse
Than turning frowns
Upside down

Cast your eyes upon me
From your golden throne

I'll play the jester
Sing tales of the unknown
xavier thomas
When I wake up in the morning, you’re the first thing that’s on my mind.
I get out of bed, stretch real good, & yawn real loud so that you can hear me breathing.
I rush to the bathroom, quickly brush my teeth, wash my face, & run straight for you.
Running down the hallway, staring at your door, only to open it slowly to see if you’re awake.
I peek my head around the corner...
You’re eyes open as they lock onto mines with such joy.
Happiness appears on your face, reaching out for me.
Happiness upon my face, as my heart skips a beat.
Amazed with such excitement, I run as fast as I can screaming out a laugher.
We hug & kiss knowing that’s one of my favorite things.
When I wake up in the morning, our first words are:
—“I love you mommy”
—“I love baby”
Your beautiful brown eyes
A window to your soul
I can tell you everything
My mommy, my friend

I know you love me, unconditionally
It is the one certainty
I have always known
Your love for me never questioned

Mommy, you are my anchor
In my happy days
And my darkest days
My mommy, I love you unconditionally
where does this anger come from?
Beautiful alabaster covers the ground
It sparkles in the sun like a million tiny diamonds
It adds an unexplainable beauty to nature in the form of a blanket
It covers trees and leaves and makes everything seem so still
It causes joyful, childish, glee as you hurl snow at people and slide down hills
It’s a time of year about family, wherever that may be, and peace.
Thomas James Hogan
Mother Goose in Athens Greece
Plato plucks the underneath
Many mostly disagree
More if by a few degrees
Two empty bottles make belief
We haven't learned to light or leave
Random Guy
don't know where to go
yet i'm here in this journey
haikus are hard, *****
Chris Saitta
Death has one gleaming eye transfixed to the comings of fathers,
The second one to mothers is bound.
Make no suture or stitch to its blood-seeing.
Death, when you took the first mother,
The last son your undoing avows.
Dada Olowo Eyo
I'm gonna remain like this,
Rooted in this magic space,
Life has happened, once more,
A total gift wrapped in sweetness.
Welcome, son.
Vin DeStefano
You fear you've lost,
Your love at last.
That your full heart,
has come to pass.
The time well spent,
Was not in vain.
The memories made,
Will now sustain.
Hearts will heal,
Mend and restore.
In God, at last,
Do not ignore.
I don’t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I don’t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
I could’ve never imagined
je t'aime.
tu es mon monde,
est-ce que tu m'amour?
je sais que tu le fais.
un jour, j'aurai votre nom de famille.
We must not give up
when the road has become rugged
there is so much more
to see
to feel
to taste
to hear
to smell
there is so much magic
waiting to be found
and troavaille.
The elegance of this world
is so much more
than the pain
that we feel within
Piyush jha
आज कागज़-कलम लेके बैठा ये सोच कर कि कुछ ऐसा लिखुंगा  जिससे दास्तां बन जाएं या जो खुद दास्तां बन जाए।
तो शुरुआत क्यों न जुल्फ़ों से की जाए और होंठों तक पहुंचा जाए।
तो दिल ने कहा क्यों न जुल्फ़ों तक ही सिमट के रहा जाए।
खुदा को फलक से उतार के इश्क के दरबार में पेश किया जाए।
फरमान सजा-ए-मौत की सुनाया जाए।
हिमाकत कैसे हुई उसकी यह सोचने की,कि एक हसीन रूप बनाया जाए।
जिसकी जुल्फ़ों में ही उलझ कर हमने ये भी ना सोचा कि,जान दे दी जाए।
DM Jones
Etched forever in this darkened heart
is the day I woke up to a

All sorrow and destruction hit me
like a wild untamed stallion in an uncontrollable

Dragged through broken glass as I
Stare wide eyed in terror and sad solitude,

Send help...
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
idk something that just popped into my head
Ashlyn Rimsky
In the night
When eyes do not shut
She rides ships
That no longer sail
Explores waters
Unknown or Forgotten
Remembers that the moon
Is a reflection of the Sun
Rises oceans
Always waving
When you seek to hijack a royal brain

make sure you know the size of the royal crown

if you do not know the size you will not have the Royal brain

and then you will will discover  a very important secret

there is no size to a royal crown
Francisco A Ojeda
The same as the name
Add ten to four and two score
Is all and never more
Haiku riddle. You can comment your solution.
ok okay
Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier
3am thoughts
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
But yet it’s
Into place
Patricia Carro
Realizing you’ve grown so much that the things that consumed your thoughts then are just a fleeting laugh now
Her scent in the air
Let the wind blow
Her face in the river
Let the water flow
Her eye in the moon
Let the sun glow
Her memories in the warm
Let the cloud snow
Her in the heart
Let the girl know
Carlo C Gomez
the best things in life are free tax
...and recycling fee
M e l l o
we were sitting silently
on a dim lit park
and you kept on glancing
on your phone
"it's just a text, chill" i joked
but you answered way seriously
"im waiting for her to reply,
for me it was much more than
just a text from the screen"
that moment i know
ill no longer sit with you in the park
Nov. 15
Radhika Krishna
I'm thankful
for the
second person
living inside of me,
because i'm lonely
Who would I tell
all my troubles to?
Wrap my throat with barbed wire
clip my tongue and yank it out
sew my lips and make me
i like sleeves with thumb holes at the bottom
they cover up my hands
and wrists
and arms
they cover up seven years of scars
is it really self harm
ive never been able to tell
She's an unknown girl
Puts a smile on when she's ready
Walks past you fierce and steady
And you will never know what's going on
She's the one with broken limbs
Scratches and scars cover her skin
And she still remains an unknown girl
That's all she is to the world
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
Manan sheel
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
I truly don't want
to someday look back
and realize that my present
which will then be my past
was spent with my mind in the future
waiting for you
when all I really need
is Me, not you
Don't miss out on your present.
and i miss that feeling,
i miss that time,
i miss my love,
and i miss those eyes.
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!
Explanation 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 explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Jordan Norwood
Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.
melanie jackson
i sit alone
in a room full of people
i observe the groups
they laugh, they talk
i sit silently trapped
inside a cell i made myself
inside my head
i scream wanting to leave
wanting someone to save me
but lower i fall
i can fake a smile
fake a laugh but
what no one sees is the girl inside
but still i say i'm living
i can say i'm fine
but one day
when im older
i will defeat depression

The writings say that you are coming soon.

The writings say that you haven't forgotten.

The writings say that I'll have to wait a little longer.

The writings say that you need a little more time.

My writings say that you're not coming.

My writings say that you've forgotten me.

My writings say that I'm done waiting.

My writings say that you're time's up.

The writings were written only to be washed away.
I've washed yours away.

You can't wash away mine.

They're there forever.

And so am I.

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