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It was sunrise on that date
etched on my gravestone

If only I knew

What a day yesterday
might have been
Eshwara Prasad
You are the time that swept through my mind, carrying all my dreams with you but leaving the sins of the past behind.
ghost queen
i thought
I won’t feel it
but i did
getting dumped
was it worth it
letting you in
loving you
is it true
what they say
it is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all
time heals all wounds
I wanted so badly to go because I could not stay while your garbage
bag was filling with maggots through a hole that I put there when a
seizure overtook me on the boat. You know? The boat that couldn't
float with bags of baggy maggots that were fatter than we expected.
Em Glass
Oh, people.
Always saying something
different than they mean.
Always covering themselves
and then rolling up the sleeves--
that happens, I believe.

it is my Romeo
I am it's P.O. box

Like my junk folder in Microsoft Outlook
and like all my aspirations in life

it is not pollution
and it is not clarity

it is my therapist
friend of the wind

it is my advisor

but not literally
just literarily
who do you think you are? a jeopardy contestant? bruh
Wishing isn't the hard part,
Trying to believe this lousy day will only last a day.
It's easier to fall into old habits than fighting a war that's been going on for years.
I shut it out, but it's hard not to think that this is the start of the never-ending cycle of sadness that I fought so hard to get rid of.
Joseph Sinclair
Vicious tongues may not be stilled
Prophecies may be unfulfilled
Knowledge gained may not prevail
But love will never fail.
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
Devon Carberry
I wonder what it feels like to be the earth under a stroke of lightning.

A close range bullet wound from the love of your life?

Green crust curls around the energy like my hairy goosebumps around your fingers.

Earth and sky clinging so heavily to one another.

To be ripped apart, neither would survive.

Essential primary chaos.  

Pain so devastating is only natural.

Love so tender never felt more excruciating.

Is it symbiosis if only one party can be completely destroyed by the other?

Her eyes open and wreak havoc on my delicate armor of vegetation.

She feeds me all the same.

I carry both of these truths responsibly, a concealed weapon.

Emotion coursing through my veins, a final meal of electricity.

I absorb the impact into my fleshy carbon layers.

Waiting for the day she can soak up the same.
Will she find order within my disorder?
He’d rather be angry than numb,
and so the feeling boils within him.
It swiftly moves through his body,
poisoning all that it touches.
The feeling settles,
burrowing deep into his worn bones.
The darkness surrounds him.
When the sun rises, he does too.
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
Salmabanu Hatim
Love is a blessing,
And blessings you only get if Allah wishes.
And I open my eyes...
And spread my arms...
Looking at heaven...
As if waiting for a miracle...
Waiting for you to call me...
Or to tell me that you need me...
I know it will not happen...
And I know I will lose hope at some point...
For now I just keep waiting on a miracle...
Praise Ncube
Poet : Praise Ncube
Sestain : love is freedom

Love is freedom ,
Freedom with respect
Freedom with conscience
Freedom with prudence
Love gives you the best reminiscence
Love is freedom.

The end.
I used to call you my starlight,
cause you made my life bright,
you were always on my mind,
all i wanted was you by my side,
for the rest of my life...

but your light made me go blind,
made me not realize when you died inside...
Why did i not put my feelings aside,
when i noticed that you fake smiled,
to hide the fact that you just cried?
i know this is a messy poem but its dedicated to a special person... if you all have any recommendations please feel free to comment them down below.
Where do you go?
You just died
I could see it
Like a thousand times

One step ahead
Fond of planning
Like the sharpest knife
Always stabbing

Bury your secrets
Under the birdbath
In your backyard
Through the red path

And I won't look for signs
My eyes wide shut
Still find yourself
Among prison walls
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)
Shaun Yee
The throaty croaks of the after-rain frogs,
Hidden in the damp dark garden,
Calling and answering one to other,
While a few creatures silently listen,
The water drops linger on dampened leaves,
And the night crickets add their say,
In some fireflies' lights they glisten,
A finishing touch after a rainy day.
m h John
i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved
Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.
This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.
she's a waterfall of curse
carrying a spell
she couldn't carry
they stare with a flame
she's strapped by the flame
remain calm
outrages come
spell the curse
in her sleep
While love exists with hate, love cannot be at peace.
While hate exists with love, hate cannot be absolute.
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
roiling voices
ruling air waves
in rhythm of
glorious powers

joy flowing in rivers
running happiness
in rampaging cataracts
creating blissful glory
in the cavorting blissful sky

hey, honey running
rivers of joy
in once-upon-a-time
sorrow-ravaged stage

lions of joy
roaring melodious victory
inflating balloon of glory
deflating balloon of shame

ballad of joy
the heavenly orchestra
on carnival aisle
ballooning into
in festive skies
of infinite unlocked love
rushing us
into infinite sky.
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
Innocence of a child
Like ****** raindrops
Falling from the sky...
don’t be a stranger.

last night,
i reached out
to a few old friends,
forgotten family,
to make amends,
id gladly do it again;
it was nice
to push away my pride,
burn some bridges,
let go of grudges

hey stranger,
don’t be a stranger
smile like a friend
no point in constantly being angry, let go and vibe :) it’s nice out tonight and the air feels just right
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take me out.
You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

When it's said and done
All closed doors creak
Darker than you believe

They're always here
Beneath the floor
Detached and fatigued

How are you today?
Tell me about yourself?
Why do you scream?

Because I plead
For an answer
A little comfort

To be seen
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.
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
Deity Queen
"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
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