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Mary Anne Norton
I thought you were
A contradiction
Tearing me apart
Piece by piece
From your ego
Driven heart
Nothing sustained you
Happily bruising
My soul
Leaving me unmercifully
Ready to fight back
You expected war
But I came
To bring peace
The jungle quiets
Eyes of the sky looking down
Her tears start to fall
Broke my wings
So I couldnโ€™t


So I stole his soul
So he couldnโ€™t

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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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!
There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.
I'll love you forever,
Will you wait for me?

From someday
I'll need you for forever,
For that someday
Will you wait for me?

I'll loose my path,
I'll loose you too,
Will you still wait for me?

I'll be taken away by my dreams,
But one day I'll come back to you
For that one day,
Will you wait for me?

In the lapse of time
I'll run around in circle,
Will you be in that original place
Waiting for me?
In the lapse of time we run around in circles, will that person, will he/she be in that original place waiting for you?

What do you think?
Snow Selmon
silk through my hands
life running through my veins
tongues of fish flying past
small rocks off the river bed
and feeling worries run of to the sea
feeling fish worry free
feeling burden rub off on rocks
and the water crystal clear with pure truth
clear like the sky
without a worry I run like a river
running rivers run through the ground so calm
What you want
The wealth of worth
Your health, take care of your self
Love that can glow for ourselves
High measures for your dreams
May they act clean
Following through harmonies
Singing Soul is what I dream
But Iโ€™m aiming too close @ the Saran Wrap
All around us
People are dying
They say "Wear a mask"
Though half aren't trying

Our fallen comrades
Are put in the ground
We barely have coins
Guys look around

We're told to quarantine
To just stay inside
It's hard to keep living
But at least we're alive

Maybe you have it
And maybe you don't
But if you took some precautions
You definitely won't.

Covid-19 has brought
Pain and death
Most of us are either
Sick or dead.
Rain drops trickling down my face,
as they wash away the tears.
I'll never forget that horrible place,
revolving around my fears.

Seeing your coffin,
as white as snow.
You were only young,
it was to early to go!

A weary day for,
a bad occasion.
Crying and weeping,
brings a bad revelation.

I run to your coffin,
falling down to my knees.
Why did you take him!?!
Bring him back please!!!

As they lowered your coffin,
I screamed out with hate.
Three words I've never said,
which was my biggest mistake!

"I love him!",
the first time I realized.
But death is unfair,
and there's no compromise.

We spread flowers upon your,
coffin as dark as death.
But just like you,
I'm now out of breath
I say "check out my poetry"
"Tell me what you think?
They wave me away, uninterested
I ask, "help me with words, ideas to add"
They nod off, into a short nap
I continue to write, with all of my might
Hoping to gain more insight, on why these words won't stop flowing
Giving me life, they keep growing
Like the buds from fresh dirt
I will continue to push thru, all of my pain and hurt
My eyes see the words, but my heart knows their beat
Humming like a bird, looking for that sweet nectar to eat
I gather my thoughts, write them down
I say the words in my head and pronounce them out loud
Dictionary is my friend, helps with understanding
Guidance from my mother, of ways to use my poetry as a branding
Introducing a new business, one not thought out very clearly
I fell into poetry by accident, now it's using me sincerely
All of my hopes and dreams are now of ink
They don't wash away, not matter how hard I blink
My mind races, to catch up to the journey
Ink over matter, the facts makes ink worthy
The words have won, and I am their pawn
Forward I write, my ink lives on
I often wish things were different
as if a wish does anything but make me dream
I used to have dreams
but now I live in one
The fog fills my world everyday
Iโ€™m on autopilot.
Beyond the known into the unknown.
We aim for the Stars that don't twinkle.
Trajectory, to infinity and beyond.
Light-years of light-years, the destination we seek.
Jessica Patrick
I watched the moon,
last night,
it danced through,
the tree limbs,
onto my,
bare skin.
I pondered,
if maybe,
you too held,
across your chest.
Not everything needs a poem
itโ€™s already

good enough.
A friend of mine told me
I write when Iโ€™m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
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
เคคเฅ‚ เคนเฅ‹เคคเฅ€ เคกเคพเคฏเคฐเฅ€
เคฎเฅˆเค‚ เคนเฅ‹เคคเคพ เค…เคฒเฅเคซเคพเคœ
เคคเฅ‚ เค–เฅเคฒเคคเฅ€
เคฎเฅˆเค‚ เคฒเคฟเค–เคพ เคœเคพเคคเคพ
เคนเฅ‹เคคเคพ เคฒเฅ‡เค–เคจ
เคชเคฐ เคจเคพเคœ
เคจเคพ เคฆเฅ‚เคฐ เคนเฅ‹เคจเฅ‡
เค•เคพ เคกเคฐ เคนเฅ‹เคคเคพ
เคธเคพเคฅ- เคธเคพเคฅ เคนเฅ€
เคฆเฅ‡เคคเฅ‡ เคนเคธเฅ€เคจ เค–เฅเคตเคพเคฌเฅ‹เค‚
เค•เฅ‹ เคชเคฐเคตเคพเคœ
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
Anthony Pierre
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
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.
what it feels like to find
the One
โ€œSocial media is taking over our lives,โ€
she tweeted angrily.
Ashley Rowan
Donโ€™t touch my heart
With your bare hands
You will burn you fingers
Because all my love
Has been bottled up
Since the day I was born
So my heart turned from yellow
To red
To blue
The warmest bit
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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 never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..
Jacob Lyons
The moon is always around at night
When your darkness canโ€™t be more bright
Feel the echo attack the silent
It will haunt you, leave you violent
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
I see you. The real you.
And I think itโ€™s brave and beautiful the way you love despite all the ways life tried to destroy you
she always smelled like oranges
now i stay away from citrus
distance is
but you see trust
is miles away
Clenched fist holds my heart
to keep it from bleeding
unto the dirt that bares all roots
of a forgotten Earth, once bursting
With the gift of vibrant fruits.
Caleb John
You whispered

And the Stars came into existence

It's beautiful
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)
The poetry isnโ€™t in all these words โ€”
Itโ€™s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I donโ€™t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise โ™ฅ๏ธ
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