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I wish you would understand me
You say you do
but you don’t
I wish I could say no to you
You say I can
but I can’t
I wish you would just let me be
You say you will
but you won’t
I wish I wasn’t so lonely
But why am I
when I’m with you
Mark Toney
The older we are
The more invisible by far
We seem to the younger mind
But soon they will see
What's known by you and me
We're only immortal for a limited time
10/19/2019 - Poetry form:  Rhyme - This poem was inspired by Sue Collins's poem "See me" posted on HePo on October 10, 2019, and reposted on my profile. Thanks, Sue! - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Safe From A Riddle

climb up the ladder
burning safe away from fire
onto its burden desire
change the flat tire

lift high the plug to do
light a fixture to explain the gun for hire
shadow box we claim no more
teaching often learning

to share with a hero
begin the commercial
a twain but not forgottern
mixed in here.....
U N Owen
If demons looked like demons,
evil would be rare.
It's the demons dressed like angels,
that you must beware.
Leo Montgomery
Mind wanders in the dark
Hounds of hell lonely bark
My inner spirit in disguise
Warden of myself closed his eyes

Feel the presence of the reaper
The wounds are getting deeper
The drive has gone away
Nothing really ment to stay
never let somebody
you don’t trust
touch you
it’s like granting them
to stroke your wounds
when their fingers
are dunked in vinegar.
Non Pescador
I’ve been thinking that i can love you better than her.
But someone told me if im better lover than her,
Why is that she is in your arms right now and not me?

But i still believe that i can love you better than her. Just give me a chance. One more chance.
pure white innocence
charmed the world with pale beauty.
envy lit the pyre
The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
Glorious examples
Of wood that floats

The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
Wonderfully wrapped
In painted coats

The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
That bob up and down
Like musical notes

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
The rich and famous
Are drinking their tea

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
Round the coast
For a minimal fee

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
A nice little cruise
Lucky old me
Every morning I wake up
And I remember:
I’m not yours anymore

Then I cry till I fall sleep again
I see all the colors of the rainbow in you
Red cheeks
Orange Glow
Yellow Hue
Green Collar
Blue Waters
Indigo Aura
Violet Life
The most beautiful color breaks patterns and lines
The brown of your eyes
He lifted my suitcase out from the coach
While lifting my heart with his smile
I fumbled in my pocket to find a tip
I didn't even have a coin.

I didn't feel happy nor was I at ease
It's not like I'm a person who's eager to please
While driving his coach for miles and miles.
At the end of shift he still had smiles

I asked him to wait for a moment or two
I came back with a smile and a big thank you
He looked in his hand and smiled once more
He's the kind of man I so adore.

I had a dream last night and it resulted in this poem.
This coach driver was so beautiful and In my dream I so loved him and felt the love intensely.
He was surely an angle and I wanted to kiss him.
I hope you see him as I did.
There is always time
Time to let your mind wander
Wander to your soul

Brian Hill - 2019 #260
Let your wandering self out...
Slightly Lovely
"love me"
it came as the smallest of whispers.
a swell in tempo, a rise in rhythm.
the words swirl around me like a thousand orbiting galaxies,
Dipped in a golden light that had followed me from the heavens,
They wrap around you, hug your sides, caress your soft lips.
These words are yours, but over time, they faded,
and they've become mine.
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Kings have reigned less time
Than the years I spent loving you.
I'm glad it ended 10/4/17
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
Commuter Poet
Cutting through
Still air
The hearts
Of a people

Fluttering through
The portals of endless minds
Through shared experience

Piping the marrow
Of deepest consciousness
Tapping a reservoir of
Human hope

While we live
We can be poets
In death
Our words and deeds
19th October 2019
Jeff Stirrat
In subtle hues of lilac blue
Quiet as a lovers sigh
She appears through the
New dawns mist
An angel from darkened skies.
She is the ghost of love
That’s came to haunt
An ethereal spectre mine
Taking my hand she leads
Me to her realm
A forgotten distant time.
hugging the pillows
wallowing underneath
the comforter,
looking up
on my white ceiling,
it's time
to get up again.

it must be nice
to stay like this
all day,
doing nothing,
and forgetting
the responsibilities,
but I could only
dream of that,
cause it's really time
to exit dreamland
and face
the harsh reality.
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Rangzeb Hussain
The seasons of earthly existence,
Breathing in the colours of humanity,

The spirit of autumn light glows,
Over the green and gold,

One day, upon the oceans of time,
Humanity will dance to the Beloved's song,

A lyric written at the dawn of awakening,
It shall release all glittering souls.
Amanda Jane
it's been a year since i lost you

i still love you
Nat Lipstadt
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^ Oh Dad, Poor Dad,
Hung You In The Closet and I’m Feeling So Sad
By Arthur Kopit
Well, I made it out of lenses and tubing. The lenses I had because Ma-Ma-Mother gave me a set of lenses so I could see my stamps better. I have a fabulous collection of stamps, as well as a fantastic collection of coins and a simply unbelievable collection of books. Well sir, Ma-Ma-Mother gave me these lenses so I could see my stamps better. She suspected that some were fake so she gave me the lenses so I might to see. You see? Well sir, I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. So far I’ve looked closely at 1,352,769. I’ve discovered three actual fakes! Number 1,352,767 was a fake. Number1,352,768 was a fake, and number 1,352,769 was a fake. They were stuck together. Ma-Mother made me feed them im-mediately to her fly –traps. Well... (He whispers.) one day, when Mother wasn’t looking...that is, when she was out, I heard an air-plane flying...somewhere, far away. And I ran outside to the porch so that JI might see what it looked like. The airplane. With hundreds of people inside it. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people. And I thought to myself, if I could just see...if I could just see what they looked like, the people, sitting at their windows looking out...and flying. If I Could see...just once...if I could see just once what they looked like...then I might...know what I-what I... (Slight pause.) So I...built a telescope in case the plane ever...came back again. The tubing from and old blowgun (He reaches behind the bureau and produces a huge blowgun, easily a foot larger than he Mother brought back from her last hunting trip to Zanzibar. The lenses were the lenses she had given me for my stamp. So I built it. My telescope. A telescope so I might be able to see. And... (He walks out to the porch.) and...and I could see! I could! I COULD! I really could. For miles and miles I could see. For miles and miles and miles! Only...
You take the time to build a telescope that can sa-see for miles, then there’s nothing out there to see. MA-Mother says it’s a lesson in Life. [Pause] But I’m not sorry I built my telescope. And you know why? Because, I saw you. Even if I didn’t see anything else, I did see you. And...and I’m...very glad.
Typed by: Jeremy Mash 2-16-06
I really need to see someone,
this is getting out of hand

My bedsheets have not been washed in weeks,
I would rather not speak-
about the laundry, stacked so high because my mind is occupied.
Where is my pride?

Medication bottles stay empty because a doctors visit is far too complex

How has he stayed?
Why hasn’t he left?
He is rare, handmade.

I really need to see someone,
before I simply fade.

~ shay
Anmol Mago
He took a sweet moment before,
Smiling back to her
A whiff,
A Tear held back,
An emotion restrained in the
Captivity of heart,

Promises Don't Mend   B r o k e n  

Do they?
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
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.
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
Larry Marshall
Why is it the law of gravity if there's no penalty for breaking it?
Just thinking.

Is it ok to yell movie in a crowded firehouse?
Just thinking.

Would the story have had the same impact if it had been Goldilocks and the 3 bunnies?
Just thinking.

What happens when you wish upon a starfish?
Just thinking.
It's amazing what comes into your mind when you're sleep deprived
Justyn Huang
The reasons I know I had loved you
well and fully
are by the pages and words it took
for me to find and fill
as I forgot and missed you stilly.
Another sweet nothing
I think
the world
of us
than we
can offer
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
are the everything
causing me to be

did it
it is all
your fault

forever damaged
full of hate
all for
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.
Levi Johnson
There is a power
  In the slightest smirk
At the dour face
  Of the reapers work

A hopeless joy
  That can't be crushed
Or ripped apart
   By vicious rush

With that seed
   In soil- defeat
Sprouts ropey vine,

And so it goes
   Until the end
This bitter fight
   Of death and men.
We have holes in our hearts
That are either
Scars from the past
Or empty compartments
To be filled in the future
this time of year feels like a memory already
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