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tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
TJ Struska
Sweet gutter flower,
Blue petals above the grate,
So much beauty
In a world gone wrong.
O tepid Intelligentsia,
Vapid friend of misconception,
Rooted in all we see.
Cornflower in the grate,
Blue in the sun,
I face it's singleness,
Pure in a way we can
Never be. A blessing
In which I'm not worthy,
Yet I take anyway.
On a night when truth
Seems fleeting,
A dream at the edge of waking, I can feel
The question forming,
And the answer So far away.
I was walking into my local college to 2nd draft some poems,
As I walked to the door, I glanced upon a beautiful little flower growing out of a grate.
I felt awed and sad and blessed at the same instant.
Megan Joseph
the clear, blue sky fills my vision,
the sea covers my right
and left,
peace engulfs me,
i reach up to touch
the vast sky,
i fly
high into the air,
i aim for the sun
but it is out of reach,
one day i will hug it
and comfort it,
like it did to me.
i hope to become a kinder person in the future
A candlelit rage
Dances in Shadow and Light
Flickering our flame.
Quinn Adaire
You tried to burn me down
I was wood in a fire
I was kindling drowned
In gasoline.

You tried to burn me down
And you did
You burned and burned
Until I was reduced to charcoal and ash.

What you didn’t know was
Charcoal makes art
Charcoal inspires others
Charcoal is art made from ashes.
Anmol Mago
At times
I feel so
tired of
it all
that I can
my heart
to a
Racheal Rodriguez
Anybody gets
Talking to DEchon’e
It’s could be a friend or
Baby mama
You won
His all yours now
See what type of person you are
You will do anything
Even his own blood
Just to have him
The Victory is
Caryn Jean
Hello again
Darling friend of mine
My dear
After all these years, I must say
There is no one
Quite like you.
Frankie J
The testing ground of life is one in which
successful humans manage to remain intact;
emerging still in possession of their immortal souls.
Not for sale.
Knit Personality
There's only now.  There's only now.
     And now is even twilight.
I'm living in the twilight zone
     Betwixt the low and high light.
Come live with me, and be my friend.
The twilight zone says, let's pretend.
r f laurel
back to the end of
summers and school innocence,
the sun sets upward.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
M Salinger
You are the grounding
to my mother earth,
full of fields
& wildflowers
running free,
that only know time
through the dusk
and dawn
that follow,
& the sweet suckle
of the bees.
Worlds apart, but when
we finally meet, the heavens
and the trees rejoice
for what is filled
used to be hallow,
and what could be
is finally being.
to the man who has reminded me that having faith in the good, is just as important as finding it
i love the rain
the sound of it hitting your windshield
the feeling of it drip off your skin
the dewy but pleasant smell it leaves behind
i wish it would rain more
Crickets are the melody of the night
The moons the guiding light
The melody of day is tweet
From birds oh so sweet
Soil so soft from rain
Until clouds are left to remain
Ocean and sea to sail on
And a sky to fly if I may mention
a box full of darkness
    ~ Mary Oliver

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness

It took me years to understand
that this too,  was a gift
The Uses of Sorrow,  In my sleep I dreamed this poem,   Mary Oliver ©
Commuter Poet
I feel unsafe with you

I am reduced to being
A child by you

I become a victim
Of the bully in you

I feel unsafe
With you

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to say
Or where to go

So I run for the safety
Of a quiet place

Knowing you curse
My latest escape

My chest aches
From the weight of you

The grip and grind
Of the beast in you

By the karmic scrape
Of the venom you spew

I feel unsafe with you
For anyone who has ever felt bullied
23rd Feb 2020
marc eero molchan
a journey
went that away
no reason
job none
like times we're in
easy to rat
create discomfort
no need for it
a tire of song
in malted reason
search for suspects
launch vehicle
distance away from us
ball of wax
cleaver wind up
garotted go-go
speeches heard
loud bandit
looking for word
needs backward
like smiles lonely
no reason
try one is done
take it up
no promise
no problems anymore
pick up lyrics
trying our lives
bury hatchet
level revel
so many songs
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Kurt Philip Behm
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness

Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry

You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory

Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie

You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you

Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high

You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you

The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
What does it mean to have a butterfly
Fluttering in your chest
I am scared of the things
That you might say to me
If I let the letters of my
Speak to you
More clearly
I've enjoyed the time I've spent with you
And this weight in my chest
Is the fear
That I will tug too hard
At the string that binds us close
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
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
Dear Poet:
Thank you for your comments:
I believe you I understand you
I am so joyful knowing you've cared to read about my life
that you believe it to be true
( like I believe all you have written to me;
I have been reading all of yours too.
Do not fear me I do not betray
Trust like love cannot be perfect in fear.
(Most of your writings are  engraved in gold inside my
Aries heart heart of gold) I am no May Bull:*)
I thank you for your understanding caring comment
that you think I am more than wise (Just like you are dear)

Paris Hlad: commented on,
"Deity Mine Thee."

"I think this is favorably reminiscent of E.B. Browing - "Whoso loves, believes the impossible."
Answer; I agree thank you for reading my life I am reading yours.
Paris Hlad commented on:
"Ratoncito blanco,"

"Thank  you for your kind words. I have read a bunch of yours, and I believe I am a better person for having read them. You have more than wisdom on your side - You have truth and a deep understanding of the existential paradigm, which is to say that you think about much bigger themes than most people do -
A true artist."
Dear RB...Paris Hlad Thank you kindly for your comment above
I believe you! I understand you!
thank you for believing in me what I write is the truth.

Thank you for getting here.
Please be well welcome anytime
I am thinking of you.

only one person in the world would write like you do and I love you for it more than you know.
you got a true friend in me
stay connected.
"Ratoncito mio Blanco"
We am not hinking of you in memory of rdd/bba
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
the breaking
one wave
could never
the entire
We can’t be friends anymore,
When you are in my mind,
All the time.
When I keep thinking about,
Your eyes and smile.
Thinking about,
The home we will never have,
And the kids we will never raise,
Do you think of me when,
The darkness closes in,
And the stars shine out.
Just give me a sign before my heart dies like the sun at night.
A to Z
i don't pay attention to the world slowly ending.
it has ended for me many times
and began again in morning.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
I can’t give you the world,
but I can give you mine.
I’m not feline.
but I’d choose you,
In any life.
It would be you in all nine.

I gazed at this beautiful view,
While telling the stars all about you.
This crisp night in Budapest,
I told them why I felt so blessed.

The sun rose and ruined my apprise,
It’s fresh light filled the skies.
I still had so much to declare,
I’ll be the chuck to your Blair.
First poem
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
i want to hug the stars;
fall deep into a galaxy
of milky stones,
the darkness dusted
with powdered sugar.

i want to hug the stars;
feel the gentle touch
of starlight
brushing softly
against my skin.
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
Left Foot Poet
as our letters age

my twenty six best friends gather round a winter fire,
a Valentine’s Day retreat from the bones internal chilly yellowing,
we’ve been together from the Day One beginning, a life of
commencing conception, deception, immaculate and messy mixing

practicing fumbling, making and breaking the conventional,
we arrange and rearrange our unique ordering, overlapping
with your version, cousin, so we communicate, but uniquely ours,
individualist letters, witnesses, markers, word~children, born, lost

soon seventy will come, and a party, a literary review to be held,
mourning the many, works uncompleted, toasting the few that satisfied,
acknowledging the collaboration of all the twenty six with
special guests,
an aging five senses
that were the kindling that sparked them into action

oh my dear ones, my best friends, your knew me too well,
my best, worst,
my progeny, blood of my blood, voice of my guts,
consoling friends, who
brooked my self-deceptions, yet denounced them when
comforters of our mutual ashes buried in one casket,
our final poem, clutched, at last...
my alphabet of life...

Sat. Feb 22, 2020
you will be invited.
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
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