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I question life
and it's complexities
and it's idiocracy
and you question me.
Somewhere over the horizon
You think of me, as I walk
the path of memories,
each footstep setting one free.
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
when you’re the one
that has done the hurting
it takes time to heal too

it takes time to accept your faults
the pain you contributed to
the ending of it all

even if they hurt you too
even if they forgive you
the guilt inside you lives on

you might spend your life
hoping your sorrow
can be felt by them
When it comes to me
There seems to be
No middle ground
Instead of reacting indifferently
People either love me
Or can't stand having me around
I try to be
Less vocally
But I just seem to make too much sound
Look up to the sky
And close your eyes

Bring your feet together
In the snowing weather

Hold the gold dust tight
As it lights up bright

Blow it into the wind
And make a wish
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
There is an emptiness beside me
A numbness I can’t shake
It tries to envelop my limp body
Embracing my heart until it breaks
Darkness swallows everything
I feel my soul begin to ache
I am cold but feel the heat
Was there never a time when I was safe
is a second lockdown

day one

though day 226 since we first

isolated here

tomorrow they say the clocks change
yet they don’t do it on their own

it comes manual unless it is computerised

even so some live natural
not caring about the time of day

in numbers

while others are particular

here we do not mind these things

we do mind not going to lampeter

this year so

I buy walnuts online
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
Sing me a song to ease my pain ,
Gently stroke my hair.
Wipe my tears that fall like rain ,
Let me know your there.

Smile a goofy smile today.
Like you did when you were young.
Chase all the blues away ,
Before the day is done.

I hope this isn't to much a burden ,
For you to bare.
For at times like this my friend,
It helps to have you near.
you should have waited a little longer
just a little longer
my day was bad not my heart
I pen a poem
a beautiful
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.
in a lawless loveland
bickering over the tempo
my darling -
am i going too slow?

- - -

pastel sunsets
shaping the sihlouette
that is you.

am i someone
you outgrew?
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
Vanessa Johnston
Iron deficiency and an unbeknownst need to empty
Dig back into the shell,
Flesh form of multicolored spite

I live an all-over-the-place life,
Tumbling and splaying onto the kitchen floor
But I love that of myself,
For I shall always be happy
Even in dismay and catastrophe

An idealist floating in a sea of imperfections
It is my shelter,
By means of harm for comfort
Imprisoned in a loop of false awakenings,
It is only when the sun plays with my fingertips that I know

Sweet symphony of lights and green,
Soil of my existence in an ever-dim frequency
I could sit in its touch endlessly
But would heat still kiss my surface

Open up the blinds,
Open up my legs
And frost will clear all that is bruised
Forever imprinted as a reminder of the river
That overflowed far past the meadows

In shades of white and painted tears
I will bleed
Leaving nothing behind but cold sunlight
Written while sitting next to a window, with brightness keeping me company
if i could wander across the universe
& explore every natural wonder
without need of sustenance
that would be eternal bliss
Imara Vaglez
never have i loved anybody the way i had loved you
A jest’s a jest, but then it has the gall to take credit for the fall on top of the score
Or some chest rising and falling,
heaving it last rites upon me,
Like a widened bend into the dark, it just breathes and breathes.

The petrichor in the morning, we play;
Then it’s noon, we pray;
Then the night falls then we’re gone
To a pasture the lightening has yet to strike upon;
I love you now because it disproves
((finish line here))
Snowy sunrise
So beautiful and cold

Morning surprise
Your smile never gets old

Foggy daylight
It's hard to see the end

With some foresight
I see our love ascends

Purple Sunset
The shadows dark and deep

A kiss on my forehead
One day I'll never leave
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
David P Carroll
I'm writing this poem

Specially for you

Because sweetheart

You mean everything to me

Always and forever

You mean everything to me and

You'll be my beautiful sweetheart in life

And I dream of holding you

In my arms so tight

And every night I softly kiss you

Good night.
My Poem About You ❤️❤️❤️
nadia yahya
The stars shine, the sun rises.
The moon lights and the sky cries.
Even in dream, even in real life.
Even when the living is full of lies.
As day goes by.

You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
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.
The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Oh how I wish...
I had been a longer chapter in the story of your life.
Place your hands over my body
Let your touch get me high
Man this feels just like heaven
The best time of my life
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
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
Poetic T
Never be what some one
             wishes you

To be.

Be the genie,
and show
    Them your wishes.

Trust, friendship & empathy.
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.
Habiba Herisha
I feel like this is the end.
I’m standing in the middle of the street while it’s raining. I’m cold,probably freezing.
But,all I can feel is the pain in my heart.
The voices in my head telling me to give up.
I feel like this is the end.
I’m down on my knees,I’m screaming.
I can’t survive.
I won’t survive.
I just wanna give up.
Is it worth it?
Am I worth it?
I feel like this is the end.
I can’t keep on having this facade of normalcy and strength.
I’m under a lot of stress.
It’s not worth the fight.
I’m not worth it.
Maybe this is the end.
Maybe this is how it ends,me giving up.
Me not survive.
Falling apart under this pouring rain,with tears streaming down my face and my palm on my chest,I can feel the pain.
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
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 like *******.
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.
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
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