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Qualyxian Quest
Please for dailiness
Help me take it slow.

Courage, calm, and caring
The anxiety will ebb and flow.

            Seeking. On we go.
don't look at me
with those sad eyes,
I might just cry;

they are speaking to me;
it's as if they are asking
if their deceitful looks
are the reason I'm leaving

so close your eyes,
so they can't see me
when I walk away

open them now,
for now, I'm gone
There was a time I thought I saw our future through your puppy eyes
Our life is a stream
Sometimes roars, or so tranquil
Inevitably will dry up

© Rob perspiring-poet
I am stuck in a rut with conventional rhyming. Baby steps into the world of haiku
rising sun, kiss me
breathe the cold air of winter,
goodbye, my autumn
aching bone
chilling thrones
sit with me
i’ll be home
warm and loved
taken care of
let’s escape
build a cabin in the woods
with our minds
this time it’s strong
i can feel it
let me be your medicine
it’s a high dose
try not to overdose
into comatose

you’ll be okay
it’s just a sick,
sick day
Jennifer Powell
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name


deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
KV Srikanth
Man with no name
Laconic in every frame
Smoking a cigar
Or driving a police car
Westerns or a Cop Thriller
As a Drifter or a Rider
Iconoclastic instant justice
44 Magnum to carry it out without prejudice
Mayor of Carmel
All American Male
Filling cinemas across the globe
East West North or South
Its got to be Clint Eastwood
on top circuloid hydration
white springed days stepped forward
as the older man sang to the purity that sat high on top
the purity on top regarded the song as worthy, hums and tapping
of the human's tongue. he bounced on one foot, the other foot, cloth-
-ing gyrating to its own melody and humdrum. the man settled with
a humble drawl.
It began with a hello
I fell deeply in love
The love would overpower commonsense
The love was deeply felt
The love would fly over the pain and the hurt and unsettling words
The ego died many times
The love will remain but will it ever repair to health
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
Elaenor Aisling
The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands
soft as cinders in a snuffed fire
We have both burned, in our way
and under my breath
Embers ignite, the soft glow
And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met
Lanterns in a grey sea
we light as beacons
For our lost ships
calling them
To safe harbor.
im sorry
for doing this to you
for loving you
for making you love me
i could never let you go but i beg you to forget me
im better for you forgotten

i cant take the sleepless nights i give you
i cant take that theyre the only times you care for me
when i need you
when you have no other choice

stop worrying about me and i suspect you'll stop loving me too
im never going to be free
im never going to be happy
at least you can be

so forget about me
im no good for you
dont be sad when i go
let me mourn this love alone
i know its cruel to leave
but staying would be torture
i love you, i'll never forget you, i cant have you do the same
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)
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
Cristina Quebral
An extra dose of all the good stuffs that I had yesterday
A cake with extra sprinkles on top
A coffee with a dust of cinnamon
Or a hug that is a little bit tighter.
Yup! another quick rotation around the sun. My day.
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
It was all here,
all of it is gone,
as I feared.
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Harriet Shea
Your out there to help me find
our light in the cavern of life, bright
soft with song?

We Walk

We can carry each other's sadness walking
this beach together once again to the cavern
of no return, we will follow the stars
to our special world together in the shadows
of delight.

We Walk

We shall spread our wings and fly so
high above all pain, loneliness, and
days that have no light.

We Walk

Come with me my love lets find our
way to heaven's gate leaving everything
behind we never had till now!

Lets Begin

(Heavenly Stars Always Shine)

Copyright ⓒ DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
mom, i love you
mom, can you take the weekend off?
mom, can he go back to his house?
mom, i miss you
mom, i hate you
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
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.
Shevaun Stonem
I have seen the miracle of life,
There is nothing one can do to make me
Stop believing in Love.
Fighting down my fears
I've got so strong, that even
In my pain, I smile...!
Sometimes, Our fear breaks us down but sometimes, the same fear builds us up to fight the pain...
Salmabanu Hatim
Take its roots when you are dissatisfied with yourself.
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
Just because its louder doesn't mean its heard better

"Actions speak louder than words"


Words would've been heard but your violence forces me TO SHUTDOWN
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
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
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
Jason James
I am crowding
The latest
On a Sunday night.

Take the stage,
Believe me,
I only perform every now and then.

And I like
Reading yours
Than I like re-reading mine again.

I am ready.
Sunday night
Don't be intimidated
Write your poetry.
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
Leocardo Reis
It takes me
perhaps a few minutes,
at most,
to write a poem.

In the brief instant
creation and publication,
I am convinced
that this poem cannot be

But note,
it is never the claim,
that the poem is
any good.

I write
so that I may express
what I had genuinely felt
for a few moments.
I used to grow flowers.
Pretty little petals
Sprouted from letters.
Into pretty little paragraphs
Sprouted from words.

Now I only grow lonely.
Ugly little concepts
Sprouted from doubts
Into fetid thoughts
Sprouted from desolation.
D Thornhill
marking autumn's close
endless shadows of bare trees
lay on sleeping lands
©️ dt + b
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