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Rachel Armstrong
O old Gods who wait in morrow, let me shine in sacred sorrow
I proffer, and offer, my marrow, bone, flesh, to thine altar borne,
lone in meeting, only fleeting, silent here for duty sworn
My old Gods who sit in waiting, might I power just to borrow?
Only briefly you must loan me the magic to sunder torn.
Weak and trembl’ng, weak to muster, I sought courage, but I crumble,
at the sight of just thy vision, for to me it seems e’er unseen
naught to know but thy own master ‘til I patient, sorely lumber
wondering if fear has stolen me to thine own sacred meadow
when suddenly, fervently see thine true shape and face and form and
terrible dreams enter my soul e’er to stay and e’er to fecund
for death I prefer to understanding the truth our Gods have shunned.

Yet little more did I then speak among the dead and too the meek,
falling towards an abyss so deep that makes my heart and soul weep
dying truly like a phantom lurking in the shallows creep
and yet falling ever faster and so overwhelmed by deep
my eyes and ears saw nothing and heard nothing, not a leap
from the darkness that consumed me e’er more did I fail to seek
that which cannot only reap the dead and tear them ‘til they so reek
so sharp and pointed so it was even I could witness and speak
“Who have I wronged in this place so awful that I am gaoled oblique?
Yet can still think and ponder the widow’s peak and in vain self-wreak?”
in sacred toil among the stardust that makes us shine so mystique.

What does thou will, O lord, my lord, of more than we can ever tell?
I know it is not my duty not to know. Ask I must, ask besides
the husk of my body is yours and yet I know little of thee
by whose authority do wield such magics and more asides?
it is not plain to me what sort of horror lies ‘neath the scorched ground
so why do I? Why do I scream? Why do I see the beast in me?
The hound that hunts for those who must be slaughtered despite what else they seek
the wolf inside that hunts, rips, and tears, taken apart piece by piece
the awful sound of howling that’s for me to not and never cease
the stars themselves align to my fate fear in mind and e’er besides
‘tis here that I myself sit alone and finally soon to die.
for death I prefer to the fate our Gods have brought to us benumbed.
practicing structured poetry. not very good at really understanding syllable stressors yet without a guideline. meter makes sense though. this is lovecraft inspired for a section of a novella i am writing.

this website doesn't let the lines work properly since they get moved down sometimes which is annoying, not wide enough for 1080p

gave a bunch of poems including my own here sunshine to support the website that lets me indulge myself on a pen name whence no one can find me.
can i tell you a secret?
some days, when the sky is its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
i write poetry.
it's all about you.
Kurt Philip Behm
Most miserable
when she’s happy

Most shameful
when she’s proud

Most prescient
when unconscious

Most distant
in a crowd

Most forthright
when not speaking

Most giving
when denied

Most secret
when she’s telling all

Most dead
—but still alive

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive
So much to do but I’m mourning…
Maybe it’ll get done in the morning

Good morning! you’re tuned into Power105–
November 6th
     —been a month already.

I’m still not ready to get up at 5
To speak at 6 in the morning…
      Dua Lipa doesn’t help the mourning.
Bogdan Dragos
The world was growing colder
because the weather
was akin
to people’s hearts,
he was told

in a dream

The people had denied him
the world
and he was left with the backstreet
And he had to share the
backstreet dumpster with the dogs
Or rather the dogs had to share
it with him

they agreed

and at least this corner of
the world
was a little warmer
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
Staring at the roof
Reminiscing about you
The heart is always true
Missing you blues
Unaware of your presence
Infinity in its pure essence
Letting you go
A boost for my ego
Ended up with fractured feelings
Spending sleepless nights
Anxious that you'll come in my dreams
Make it temporarily real
Waking up its so surreal
Even the gods are cannot do justice
To my prayer and practice
One more chance is all I ask
May be the  time that was the one I got
Tabitha Lee
The way love is
is hope in disguise
but it can be absolutely destructive
Your King is backed in the far corner sensing his death is near, as my pawn makes it to the final black square and says "give me my castle back"
As soon as its returned you take a hesitant step back, my Queen moves abruptly in confidence and looks you in the eyes saying "Checkmate" dear
Always moving
yet now its finally peaceful once more
a heart beating through the night
a survivor once more

Ticking by
one by one
breath by breath

air given to the one
who survived another battle
and made it to the other side

One more battle won
one more battle gone
in the war of Life
When I was young
I dreamt of a life of fun
Swimming in blue seas
Running through the orchards  with glee
Singing and feeling so free
Then came the day you arrived
Planned, contrived, disguised
The day it all ended
Look closer
Even closer than you are noww
Do you see the cracks?
Do you see the inherent sadness in my sweetness through them?
Do you see me being put together or do you see me crumbling?
Am I falling apart or am I healing?
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
The pen is a blessing and a curse,
Only so far can these words nurse,
Everyone remembers Shakespeare
but few Wordsworth,
To be or not to be,
the only thing that matters truly,
to be or not to be.
The sun that kiss
The sky that miss
The wind that blows
The way you do
The world we live
And all I love
The smile you do
My heart that beats
And flows on you
Indonesia, 9th December 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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)
dark the day came

even with the sky

real blue.

the helicopter flew over.
you'll always be
my favorite reason
to lose sleep
Kyle White
You are not a martyr
You're not a knight in shining armour
You're a serpent, eating it's tail
But who's the snake charmer?
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...
I lost you
in your undecidedness
you lost me
in time
you lost me, I didn't want it to end but here we go
Written on December 09, 2021
Martin Boško
Life outlined by higher power
Just few friends, without a lover
Mind that doubts your every move
Talent that's not self-doubt-proof
Social anxiety that hinders your story
A lust for approval and unattainable glory
Afraid to talk, afraid to be seen
A picture of future that's but a dream
Nearing an asymptote of self-destruction
Unable to perform basic human functions
A coupe of rhymes, and just a "fine friend"
a crater in heart that requires a mend
What can you do? These are cards you were dealt
But where is the fire that your mind will melt?
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
David P Carroll
This love is so beautiful
And true and it our
Love makes us stronger
And all I want to do
Is take your hands
And tell you
I love you.
True Love ❤️❤️😘😘
Shevaun Stonem
The masterful stroke of an artist’s hands
Comes from broken fingers and cut wrists
Hands that have been dragged through hell
And rested in heaven,
That creates real mastery.
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
Frances Raeburn
Your heart
my friend
is the purest thing
in my lifetime
I will ever see
Yonah Jeong
can only fasten waters
but cannot hug it

between a dam and the sea.
Jme Love
Fear is a lie
Im afraid i love this ****
But love is an illusion
It cant be seen
Only felt
Afraid to live in fear
Afraid of the lie
But love
I love that ****
fall has fallen
autumn has descended
deception of brown tinted landscapes

melancholia and melodrama
subtle breeze
hair wet
dame el sentido que te dieron los dioses
dame el amor y la mitologia
deseo nada pero placer
sera la serpiente que te hace
o el dragon que te crea
sale de la galaxia
y un telepático
que comer pero *****
despues de hacer el reloj
termina la marea en Lux Azul
nox, quetzalcoalt
Thomas W Case
It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is

Check out my Youtube channel.
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.
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?
Never seen
Eyes more true,
Until one day
I laid mine on you.

Knew your smile,
Your voice,
Your touch...
Before I met you
That faithful day.

If this is love,
Then I never
Knew what it was

If this isn't right,
I don't care,
I never
Wish it to end,
Only for it to

To pretend tonight
That you think of me too,
And trust deep down
In a story of love.
The pain of love and wishing for it in reality
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
i know regret
and it tastes very much like grief
i know love
which, often,
is the same colour as relief.
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
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