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Cathy Devan
She hides behind the poems
That lay in her draft
Screaming to be published
Just publish the draft let them know you
Charlene Barcelona

We dance through the atmosphere
of imitation.


I am not the only one
who got this feeling.

you were mocking
when I caught you innocent;
I know, you love me.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Oh my Prosperity,
Oh my Serendipity.
Oh my Destiny,
Oh my Honey,
Oh my Austerity,
Oh mother of my Posterity,
Where are you?
My HP Poem #1831
©Atul Kaushal
isabel mayaka
The angles
Of your body
Intrigue me so
I want to solve you

I want you
To write
On my arms
My legs

My back
My face
With your lips
Make me your journal

When we
Wake the next day
I no longer want
To be me

When we
Wake the next day
I want to be
Your idea
Baby, who you tryna run from?
Me or all your problems?
You know you will never solve 'em
You dont even know yourself
Alexandria Hope
My system shudders, organs shake, frantic tears leak from my eyes
I want to be with you, to shake your nightmares/sleep talk/ teeth chattering,
To refill the water bottle on your bedside
To not have to say goodbye
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
Kate Copeland
She lies in bed
thinks about the
torturous times
- why do sheets
always seem to
coincide with
consider, relive,
thinking too
She is good at
serpentness, her
suitors said she
always seemed to  
be at best when
unkind. It is just
hard to trust one.
It is just safer to
wreck with words,
he cried.
It’s just dirt
It’s not a garden at all
what is a garden without flowers?
all i want in this life
is to give life
but some land does not sprout flowers
- infertile
I posted an unfinished version of this poem yesterday. It’s finished! I hope you enjoy!
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
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
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!
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.
Brie Williams
You break my heart
It pulls apart
So easy
And then you
Smash it back together
So easy
Anonymous Freak
I used to walk
Down the street
With a smile on my face,
When I was young,
And foolish.
When the world
Felt safe.
Janet Aitch
Assignment-'Write a sonnet'
I did look up the definition ...
Thomas W Case
Our life lives inside
My walnut haired angel;
my freckled dreamer.
She's swollen and sensual;
beautiful beyond spring.
Far above the ocean's light.
I want to take her to
a meadow and make
love to her with the
breeze and sparrows watching.
I want to taste the
sticky sweet dew on her
thighs, and wake up next
to her for the rest
of my life.
Love is Grand
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
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
Mystic Ink Plus
She told me
"I am the Moon."

And I
Believed it
Her gravity is
What can't be
It’s always been

The truth
Genre: Observational
Theme: Muse and the Muser.
Author's Note: Too far yet close. The soul of the story, only what I know.
Garrett Johnson
Marion Gaslight

kicked in with malfunction hair.
Sociopathic residue drip to the commuter of the world.
How do you love your warmth.
All and well now.
We'll just wait it out in our arms.

Garrett jOhNsOn
Shroud to the marry movings.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
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.
I don’t owe you anything
You aren’t a priority to me
I don’t have to explain myself
You’re fourth string at best
isn’t the silence an answer?

I always listened to my feelings
now I’m listening to your words
the sober anyway
in the mid of night
no one says anything
could you pay the price
would you sell anything
to get them back
to where they came
would fly or die
in the wrath of gods
there is no mercy
hide your feelings
hide your friends
hide your family
from everything
around your town
you are leaving
you are fighting
you are losing
everything tonight
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
she was trying to walk away
and hold on
at the same time
that's the mind
at war
with the heart
reigning cereal
we used to talk
every single day
every single thing

and now
we nod
in passing

and it leaves me aching
for the careless laughter
we used to share

but you seem perfectly
okay with
this turn of events

i want to apologize
because this is all my fault

but you seem fine

so the only person
that needs my sorry
is me
it's so hard. we used to talk about everything, and now... we're strangers. what the **** happened to us? i know you have a wonderful gf now, but can you at least tell me how your day is?
The only thing worse
Than spending years
Wanting to give up on yourself
Is being told:

"Don't you give up on yourself"

And then feeling
The very person
Who told you
Not to give up on yourself

Give up on you.
posting now because something almost identical has just happened again. </3
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?
i want to stab myself'
but i wont because you need someone right now and i'll be that someone if you need me to.
Masha Yurkevich

For every
you are angry,

you lose
60 seconds
of happiness.

it's all because of me
                                                                                                 it's all my fault

nothing will happen                                                                                        
but even if                                                                                                       °
something happens,                                                                                      °
it's not your fault.                                                                                          °
/ i have no regrets.                                                                                    °
you came into my life like a gift.                                                          
i'm just grateful for that.                                                                    
                                                                                                              me too.
Little Bear
a tempestuous storm
blows through
the hollows
of her eyes

whining on the wind
as if a wolf,
howling it's sorrow
in cries of loss.
it calls
the blackened sky

between the gaps
in her fingers  
the dust consumes
her skin
to bone

where brittle
wedding bands
from her fingers
into the sodden grass
full of
mourning dew

dropping like cymbals
upon uneven ground.

thundering gales
tear through her ribs
borne of heartbeats
that roar misery

her bones
excavated marrow
bleaches white
in the sun,
dries to dust
and gladly falls
to nothing

her sorrow leaks
into her veins.
unrequited love
at her torment

that ebb and flow
wither and die
gives her
in her isolation

an eternal grounding

as loves tempest
wreaks utter

she hears the
wolves cry
  and she is too empty
to reply
smol edit, i hope it reads better now :)
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
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