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No gods, no fate,
not even yielding to chance
To live this one life
in full acceptance:

This will only happen once!

A stubborn strength
born of a conviction
That there is no soul
in need of absolution

That life is not made meaningful
by abstract metaphysical contortions
in favor of a jealous,
angry, cruel
Purportedly in love with creation

Such is the choice of the humanist
in staunch opposition
to the zealot, the spiritualist
To stand on one's own feet
Acknowledging the grand mystery
Not willing to submit.
I'm falling again
But no one's there
To catch me
Bob B
(This poem can be sung to the melody of "Strangers in the Night," by Bert Kaempfert, Charles Singleton, and Eddie Snyder)

COVID'S in the air.
It's so distressing.
Though we know it's there,
It keeps us guessing.
Keep avoiding crowds.
That's what is best to do.

Don't let down your guard.
Just keep on trying.
It is not that hard.
(And it beats dying.)
We must do our part;
The country counts on you.

We know droplets fall
When we talk and yell--
Especially aerosol--
When we laugh as well.
We have learned so much.
Safety is--as many say--
A scarf or simple mask away.

And since it's in the air
When we are talking,
And maybe lingers there
When we are walking,
We must all beware,
For COVID's in the air.

Safety is--as many say--
A scarf or simple mask away.

Since it's in the air
When we are talking,
And maybe lingers there
When we are walking,
We must all beware,
For COVID's in the air.

-by Bob B (7-12-20)
Wish I knew, your love
was a sweet poison.
All the moments we spent, honey,
were just some mere illusion!
Yacov Mitchenko
A man laughs for a while,
a child of drunkenness.
A man with a complacent smile
given over to desire,
to immoderation
becomes like pork in fire.
He tends to see
acting immoderately
as being free.
He doesn't see
even the faint
freedom may lie within restraint.
How does he even know
he's the one desiring
Could some other
inhabiting him,
some parasite maybe
possessing him,
painting an idea
of freedom and joy
hate his glory,
desiring to destroy?
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
The Ink Well
Ive burnt inside at least a dozen times
And tonight i feel like rekindling.

I long to pierce that static curtain that has fallen around me -

And I want to suffer in vibrant hues.

I still yearn for opening old wounds,
Will I ever learn to leave well enough alone?
Chandler M
Mind made out of the horizon
Both sides harmonize
Always agree to decide
Act like a bipartisan
Yet the fact engraved into my cries:
I'm a falsified artisan
Torn up on both sides!
Its all in the name of emptiness
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile

gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
I gave you my mind
Left as never mind.
I lived my life for you
Found no value
I took you as my world
Never observed it
I had You  in my dreams
Dismissed as crazy
I mended my ways for you
Discovered unwanted
I tried to read your heart
But then  realized its absence there..
I searched for your heart everywhere
But found it somewhere
With someone else .....
I loved you so much
But you gave me pain that much
Still love you
Bearing all the pain without you ..
For my love is unconditional......
Yvonne Canio
I look up the skies,
And I saw the clouds.
I look at your eyes,
It's not me you want around.

I felt the urge to apologize,
Cause its only now that I realized.
I'm sorry for the times you wasted on me,
Instead with the girl you like to be with.

As I walk away from you,
Please take it as goodbye...
I'm letting my love go,
to chase the girl he likes.
Raj Bhandari
People always said i hated them,
But the truth is...
They're the ones who hated me,
I loved them with all of my heart,
Until they decided not to be my friend anymore...
It is my dear calling
To bury his pain
For Pluto
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Maria Hernandez
tu étais toi et j'étais moi

nous étions deux avant notre temps

J'étais à toi avant de savoir

et tu as toujours été à moi aussi
C'est mon poème préféré traduit de l'anglais
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
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
The sadness settled on my skin
Like a warm fluffy blanket
Now all I do is cry
callie joseph
black and bold
worms that flash from my eyes
and run down my boiling
cheeks and raw throat
to keep the roaring tempest in
i say something
whipping off my tongue
that i will regret
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
ghost queen
last soldier of a forgotten war
exiled from returning home
fading into the cold ether
cultural jetsam of national guilt
Turned to nothing
By just a phrase
Spoken from anger
When deep in rage
Told I was nothing
By my own blood
It hurts a little
But not too much
Shortened with a different title
you just
dont know
what to
your mind
will just be blank.
your words
will just fade.
your heart
will just tighten.

but even then
you will be

《ignore tags》
Kyle Dal Santo
We are two different worlds
And it *****
I wish I wasn’t
Wish I was better suited
We both deserve better
But the world plays games
I can’t tell if she knows
or if she's even into me
Or if she’s just creeped out
Because, different worlds
But I want her… badly
and I'm afraid she knows
not that it stops me
a boy still dreams
I want to ravage her like there’s no tomorrow
I imagine her whispering my name in the dark
Her blonde hair dangling over my face
Her eyes trapping mine
her smiling shining in the darkness
She smells like a garden in my dreams
She always wears black
But I see her in a white dress
Her hands soft against my face
They melt me with her heat
I swear…
I’m afraid she’d be worth every consequence
I’m scared because I wouldn’t regret her
She paints her lips in a glossy pink
Reminds me of donut frosting
But they’re probably sweeter
And in a more natural
Addicting way
Not that it would stop me otherwise
I’d wanna kiss her
Even if she made my teeth hurt
She paints her nails blood red
I pretend it’s my blood
From digging them into my back
****, she caught me
I’ve been staring at her nonstop
“What you thinking about?” She asks
And I shrug her off
“Just thinking about something…
You know...”
She laughs, and I laugh
And we pretend it’s not weird
But you know
ज़िन्दगी के दौड़ मे, छूट गए वह लम्हे
मैं उन लम्हो को अब, फिर जीना चाहता हूँ

लब्बो तक आकर न जाने कितने पियले  छूट गए
आज मैं उन पियालो से पीना चाहता हूँ

बातिन क्या है , मख़फ़ी क्या है
हर ज़ख्म को अब मैं सीना चहता हूँ

ज़िन्दगी मैं तुझ से अब क्या मांगू
मैं मौत से चन्द पल छीनना चहता हूँ

अब ज़िन्दगी के हर शै का मतलब समझ गया
इस लिए चुपके से सब कुछ पीना चहता हूँ

पता न चले कब सुबह हो कब शाम ढले
हर दिन ऐसा हो मैं वह महीना चहता हूँ

कितने भी रंजीशे हों , इस दुनिया में
सिर्फ मुस्कुराता चैहरा नज़र आए , ऐसा आईना चहता हूँ
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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.
Well, time to get up…
Back to dreary reality,
I wonder what would happen if I just stayed in bed all day.
Would anyone really notice?
Would anyone even care?

Got up. Not paying attention to anything really.
I just want to go back to bed.
When i’m dreaming, i don't have to do the same thing over and over.
I’m just going through the motions in real life.

Almost time for bed, but i'm too overwhelmed to even go upstairs.
That’s it. I give up.
I’m Tired.
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
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.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
Tea Bland
Summer clings to her skin and
drips from her lips like a lovesong.

Each freckle that dusts her
face is a blessing from the
blazing sun.

Her hair falls down her back
in strawberry colored waves, each
gentle curl enticingly lovely.

She is beautiful as her skin grows
golden after every lick of heat—
blossoming in the Summer sun.

She grows steady and strong
like an oak tree, living every day
like she'll never have it again.
Summer is my favorite time of the year.
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