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Suzanna Berlinsky
Is your dog alright?; Sure, he's fully recovered.; What happened?; He was crushed in an avalanche. His hind legs had to be amputated & he lost all sensation in his face.; Good God! The poor, wretched creature!; That ain't all. He must wear a colostomy bag & his eyes are permanently misaligned.; But you said that he's alright.; He is alright.; How can you say he's alright? He's missing 2 legs, his face is paralyzed, he can't take a proper dump & he's ****-eyed.; He's had worse.
if you date the girl
with the pretty green eyes
and the brown braided hair
and the intoxicating smile
keep her close
she'll give you the world

and to my girl
with your pretty green eyes
and your brown braided hair
and your intoxicating smile
im not going anywhere
you're my world
Left To Rot
We're living on borrowed time
so love it and lose it,
doubt it and prove it,
live and die on the road,
I mean, maybe not literally,
or maybe yes, who knows?
What I'm trying to say
is that we're not here to stay
so let's all let it go.
Grace E
If woman was taken from mans rib
I surely must have been taken from yours
inhale it
exhale it
feel it burn your lungs

i'm better now
hopefully someone gets this
joe machetto
the walls were
the length of night
when he heard birds
practicing their songs

from a tree lined street
to the ribs
of his door

there he was
just a man
on a bed
in a room

tied to a space
a decoration of
his own cave

waiting for the eyes
of his window
to open

and life to come
rushing in
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)
What you see is not me
You see what use to be
That outer, now, hollow shell of me
I guess you could call me free
With nothing and nowhere to be
Keiya Tasire
I am?
Be Still.
Be Love.
Be Peace.
Walk with Faith.
I Am  Peace.
I Am  Love.
I Am  Still.
I Am.
Moving through Fear, challenges and pain; to find the connection within.
migayle ocuaman
you are young
you have so much
so much in time given
you have one life
as well as one death
it would be best
to have a purpose
to put meaning in it
as you wander along
alone or with company
do not waste it in the rain
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)
Reverse poems are great my doods
बात यदि गपशप की होती
तुम से बढ़कर कोई नहीं
दिल की लगी कुछ और है
जिसका तोड़ तू‌ कभी नहीं।।
Jonghwan Jeong
you take on the stream as if my window won't get you cover

then i'll fall apart as soon as you recover

and i think you're so stupid to face the water too
yet it's your fight that i need to suffer

cause i love u
Joe Quaale
Every dream needs someone to believe in What it can see. To reach this side of reality.😋😎😁
joe machetto
i keep the path
to Heaven
in my wallet

a photograph of her
decades ago
in Trafalgar Square

i look at it at night
and touch
the lock of hair
she gave

suspended between
dreams and wishes
under her spell

she is the green iris
of my nirvana

the light i seek
on my way home
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
Chrissy Ade
I cherish my dreams
more than I cherish life
My dreams are bursting with color,
the endless sight of a rainbow
Idyllic and innocent
But waking up becomes
a nightmare to return to
a live that is colored with
nothing but greys
that I did not ask for
How I wish for my dreams
to bleed into real life
and transform my perception
of reality
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm

into wondering
if I'm behind in

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
wax candle prose
by plain poet hands
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
but bland
Butch Decatoria
The clouds are rolling in
Loud--the thunderin'
Now the storm's begun,
Rain falls upon the stone.
No wars are ever truly won.
Dark clouds are rolling in....
The universe loves a bad joke.
Thinking of You
I still believe in us.
I still believe we’ll make it.
I catch glimpses of him coming back to me.
I know I can be his home if he’ll let me.
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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Eugene Osowski
(The Ascension of a Small Songbird)

Great pelicans are lining now
Above the surf, as willets bow

And take the creatures of the sand,
As sanderlings race down the strand

The plovers gather in a crèche

But like a thing
That is one flesh,

They rise into the windy air
And fly unto, I know not where


The tide is high and loud, and white
And clears the footprints of the night;

The sun is trembling on the lip
Of where the waters rise and dip

(Part Two)

A songbird falls
Upon the heath

Amid the rockweed at my feet;
And I am stranded in the grace

That designates
A holy place

All things suggest calamity,
Except that she is here with me!
For though she waits upon my will,

I have God’s mercy to fulfill

I must not leave;

I shall not go;

Yet I may do no more than know
What outcome may befall this chance

That joins our lives

In circumstance:


I stay with her
As she may die

Or rise in glory
To the sky!

I guard the treasure of her mind

I leave her not alone behind!


The sanderlings race down the strand;
The gulls are huddled on the sand;

The day is crawling up the beach,
And I am counseled in the breach.
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
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.
I used to be scared of you
Too much of a good thing,
But now you are a building block
To help it all to sing.

You are bold and bright and brazen,
While you compliment so well.
Once I understood you
In love is what I fell.
...or love
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
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
I don't like mirrors.
No matter how much I stare
into my own eyes.
I can never see what you see.
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
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