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Maria Etre
You kept misguiding me
till I changed maps
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
Running running
So hard to keep  up
With life
Ever going
Always doing
This way and that
Filling in gaps
Busy schedule
Have to go
Have to do
Have to
And smell
The roses
Carlo C Gomez
Today I tried
to file a restraining order
against coronavirus
and found out
i'm not the only one
it's stalking
Pilar Orozco
The thought of you a few towns over, thinking about me,
It’s almost too much for me to take in
What do you want from me?
Veda Laurenski
If Love is only
Some chemicals in my brain,
This brings me comfort

Proof that Love exists,
Does not reduce its meaning,
Just the opposite.
I don't like when others try to control
I've tried to control that
Jimi Johnson
Sidewalk site
Is turning into a river, I sigh
Every thought,
Every memory
Ends up with you.
With your words
The Knife.

Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.

A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.

Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
Mrs Timetable
Life trials are hard enough
What’s the object lesson teacher?
I will do my best
To pass this test
But please I beg
Don't grade us on a curve
राजनीति एक पौधा है
यह धर्म, संप्रदाय और जातिवाद
के अंधेरे में फलता- फूलता है
घृणा, विभाजन और गुंडागर्दी
से पोषण पाता है
इसमें जो शामिल हो जाता है
उसको हर जुल्म-ओ- सितम के पार
यही दिखाई पड़ता है।
You have come seeking riches,
You know about the wealth I possess,
Choose and take away whatever you want;
I do not give
That which I do not own.
I can give you sweetness and love,
I can keep you contended,
I can make you succeed and elated,
I can make you smile and sing joyfully;
This cache belongs to me.
You do not desire any of these, do you?
tanvi sharma
I don't want to cry anymore
I don't to feel weak
but it just won't stop hurting.
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
Down this very hill,
By this very stream
Both of us, we had one dream
To sail the seas, to reach the sky
But we never knew,
That we'd say goodbye

Nevertheless, I finished our dream
I sailed the seas, I reached the sky
But still I feel the guilt everday
That I did not help her in her dismay
Sad but true, that's my story
But still I remember her in all her glory
I'm a begginer and this was made while a was daydreaming in school. Sorry it's not that good
Whit Howland
these big flakes
reminding me of

no longer the frozen
powder of before

but sudsy
slushy stuff

for the simple work of

and drying

nothing deep
or to see here

it's just the mind
checking off items

on a to-do list

Whit Howland © 2020
A crude word painting with a straight forward message.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
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.
Curled in a ball
Awake at anytime
Tail happy and high
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
Hope A
The voices call her
She follows
Leading herself home

-A lune-
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.
Wander wander lost
without a place to go
always searching,
never finding
what you are looking for
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!
moon child
"I am

   That's how you
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Jules Anton
is standing on the ground
while you fly
knowing you'll always slip from my fingers

is reaching for your hands
in the dark
and finding nothing

is seeing your smile
on the corner of every street
but never hearing your laugh
with my bare hands
i can build
for you
the heavens

i will ask from you
nothing in return

except one thing
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
I am in awe of you,
In a constant state of wonderment,
Why me?,
How am I enough for you?,
I made the grade!,
You chose me,
I am yours,
All yours, forever,
I am in awe of you,
Don't ever let me go.

(C)  24/02/2020
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
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.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
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
the pictures
of her
may have been
still photos
they always
moved me

          i go
              you go.
love is pyrotechnic
melded into silence
after the 'Big Bang'
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