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Tapiwa Mesah
A flower blossoms
In the midst of muddy swamps
It stands around the algae,
The petals smile even at the bees.

The grin of the little seeds
That the wind blows effortlessly,
Is sprayed to places and places
And preaches love and nothing else.
Samantha Cunha
stars dizzy my
melting mind as
the ground fails
to tether me
to the earth

Half in the earth
half in the ethers
never quite
here nor there
nor anywhere
Tonight we fell
with our legs
around each other;
didn't toss and
in bed all
Traci Sims
God, where's the duct tape?
Our leader just won't shut up.
His lies burn my ears.
So what?
If you don't like me
I like myself just alright,
Just alright to go on.

So what?
If you turn me down
I will go on living,
Writing more stories.

I just wanna be more.
I wanna live a little more.
I wanna explore a bit more.
I'll love myself a little more
To make it all fine for me.
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
Keara Marie
2 in the morning my mind is on you.
4 in the morning and it still hasn't moved.
Sammy Fowler
My life changed
Just 'cause of
One accident
Your sense of sorrow
twists my gut
welling up
springing out my side
Your anger
A breathless moment
My muscles shrinking
Pushing apart my arms
This is an attempt to picture feelings
Karly Codr
I'm tired.
Tired of the arguing
Tired of being stuck inside
Tired of being bored
Tired of online schooling
Tired of not seeing my friends
Tired of feeling alone
Tired of crying myself to sleep
Just tired.
breathing alive
seeing through different windows

all of them
i could die
looking at the reflection
and the height
of the fall
makes me feel
like im not tall

in a world
im so small
im nothing at all

taking my breaths
feels like my life is death
oh no
oh no
irony has filled my head

im not dead
im not dead
i still do all these things
but now i am desperate
i want my wings
Mrs Anybody
is it just me
or does
everything at night
seem more intensive?

the music
hits your feelings
way harder

the thoughts
scream louder
in your head

the world
is almost
completely silent

the world
seems just so
much purer
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Rupert Pippingford
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.
A view obscured in clarity
Overlooked in surety
Determined by a nation
inspired by Mrs Timetable's gem, "Crystal clear"
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
Aryan Sam
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I donโ€™t even know
How to say hi,
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
Regan Wylde
Iโ€™m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I canโ€™t sleep.
Even if I could, Iโ€™d still be tired of living.
Just a quick message, Iโ€™m unsure to who is disliking all the comments of this poem but I can assure you I like every comment, thank you all for such kind words and constructive criticism. #ignorethehate โค๏ธ
Jason James
You were a good friend
To my *****
But you were cruel to my heart.

He misses you
But I don't.
Monsters donโ€™t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters donโ€™t exist.
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
You know
I donโ€™t know
if Iโ€™m just tired
of it all
or getting old
or both
my ribs feel
like a prison
for these feelings
Iโ€™m feeling
and sleep
is a hangman
who ties
a black cloth
over my eyes
so quiet and soft
like around about
Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.
A short poem about something.
What is still not certain. But then again, is anything?
John Destalo
the in between

past and future
are gods

trying to squeeze

into themselves

making the
in between

so small
as to seem


is cannot
forget or

be remembered


is not a god


is what
gods fear
stop it
just stop
please stop talking
i'm tired of talking about this
i'm tired of your excuses
listen to me
listen to me
stop talking
stop talking please
i'm trying so hard
why won't you ever listen to me
you push me this far
you push me so far
you push me
you put me here
and you can't take it back
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
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)
I spilled some blood on the bathroom floor, mama,
But I swear it was an accident.
See, my hand slipped across porcelain, mama;
My skin tore like satin.

The paint flowed like a river then, mama,
And colored me a crimson sunset.
Oh, but it made such a mess, mama,
And I know messes make you upset.

So close your eyes, mama,
'Cause you're weeping red and the tears might stain.
Red for your lost love and red for scarlet fire,
and red for the young rose cut from the briar.

Maybe now I could be poetry, mama
The type you wrote about in your younger days.
Golden sun swallowed in carmine, mama
With its last rays dying in a blaze.
Trigger warning: self harm/suicide implied.
Copyrightย ยฉ 2019ย Aranza V. Soto Torres. All rights reserved.
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
Scarlet McCall
In the last pandemic,
I fell in love with a sick person.
We didnโ€™t stay 6 feet apart.
I pressed my head on his chest
and listened to his beating heart.
We shared our limbs and our breath,
and there was only one part
of him that threatened me with death.
I miss the days when we knew
what risks we were taking.
But we still  measure love thatโ€™s true
by what we are willing
to do and to not do.
Lord heal, our  hurt and deliver Us
For we know not the evil we do here.
By standing up to you forgive Us.
Heal our hearts for it is better to.
Live a life of solitude here God.
And See you O Amazing Savior.
Then to live a life full of people.
Who hate you and want turn us from thee.
i'll always remember
your last goodbye.

and i'll always love you,
after all this time.
Classy J
You can put on your best face,
You can put on your best smile,
You can laugh really hard,
You can tell jokes all day long,
But yet still be broken inside.
But yet still feel lonely.
But yet still be feeling depression.

You can put on all the make up you want.
But unable to fully cover up all the scars or bruises.
You can climb the highest mountains,
Yet your soul can still be trapped in the valley.

The say fake it till you make it.
But you can fake it all your life and never make it.
You can look like your blessed,
Yet feel miserable and cursed.

Never judge books by their covers.
JK Cabresos
if you hate
and ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,
then you are
not ready
to have ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด
in your life
๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต.

Copyright ยฉ๏ธ 2020
Schrodinger and I are good friends
We have tea
Quite frequently
me in my car,
twirling around this place,
a little soul here,
I keep spinning,
I keep looking,
for that road,
where my other life was from--
aren't you in this place?
Empty still, but can't sit still.
Pacing the room just to feel normal,
just to keep myself from going crazy.
I'm blending in with the crowd now
but none of these people know me.
I'm keeping busy, just steadily living,
but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't all alone.
I'm falling down into my shadow
It seems I had no light after all.
So comes the night, enveloping my soul in a cool star kissed breeze
So comes the distant lights, shining comfortably and constant
When all have abandoned...
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
Inner piece.
Many pieces.
Shattered and scattered.
A broken state of mind.
Don't get too close... You won't like what you find.
Pradip singh
Life is a game of fate
But never ever lose faith
These was the two lines extracted from my poem and I hope I would upload the full poem in coming days
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