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the birds are flying backwards
(you and I are still together)
the fish swim on land
(you unpack your bags)
the attic is below ground
(you walk into my room)
the sky is red
(you tell me you always loved me)
the grass is gray
(you tell me you still do)
I cannot process the world the same way anymore
j a connor
Let's save some time
You mean,, put it in a bank??
How can we get it back?????
Shawn B
Devil down under ground
To Gods just deep ocean sound
Burn the devil
Bless the rest

Put those monkeys to the test

Monkey me Monkey you
Look to heaven, see and do...

daily prayer in life, hope that people put to actions Gods love in Jesus.
I win every day
when in that to-day
I don’t lose my ‘to-dos’ and my way

...and the victor is...
Jessica Duru
A hero's time is a time of great joy;
A time of ecstasy and happiness
A time of wonders and countless things ought to marvel at
A time to celebrate and bring together amazing people;
One always to be heard and never be forgotten
For all lifetime
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
Trying to maintain sanity
Struggling to find clarity
Diving into the unknown
To sit beside you on your throne
Finding comfort in the peace you bring
Silencing chaotic sounds within
I fear my mind is not alright
It's filled with impending doom and fright
I want to be the best for you
Yet be the best for myself too
I love the fact that you are mine
And hate that I am borderline
Kafir Hucks
I am the strangest fruit that grew from the tree of Moore,
I am the forgotten child,
Never felt my families embrace,
So I will chop down the tree,
Set it ablaze to feel its warmth on my face...
Justin Phipps
I cover my heart
in a layer of steel
so that the things she has said
I cannot feel

It makes it harder to push
the blood through my veins
but we can grow a little
learning from the pain

Your heart will grow stronger
in its little steel cage
keeping you centered
letting go of the rage

When your mind is healed
and your body has calmed
You'll notice the cold steel on your heart
is now in your palm.
After all this.
I was only meant to die.

not even a speck of dust,
in this entire universe,
I am an indistinct part of the dark night sky
I looked at him, and, as if I had been standing in the ocean, emotion slammed into and flooded around me like a wave as I realized:

He cares, and he only wants for me to smile, even if it was for a selfish reason.
Is your bedroom ceiling,
As dark as mine?
Can you see in,
The night?

Is it pebbled,
Is it flat,
What do the,
Shadows look like?

Can you look up,
And see your dreams,
Or just see concrete,
And beams.
It can't really be 01:10
Tommorow can't be real
The soft voices in my ears are saying it too.
It's too late to be this early.

Such an honour to meet you,
My suicidal rendition of self,
I think i love you
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
sab ariana
i am waiting for you
to get out of my head
i am waiting for you
to come see me in bed
and after our fun
well grab our gun
splatter the walls red
it will be delicious
a mouthful of lead
together forever
now that were both dead
contrary to what i say, i really don't want to die. i promise, i couldn't even hurt a fly. let alone you. i want you to live for as long as you can. because the world needs you my precious man.
my visions
aren't even mine,
to begin with.
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!
I’ll fade to you,
In the Sierra Nevada blue

Your emerald eyes,
I will never recognize

Chasing the dawn,
Drawn the swan

Of our flourishing love,
Venus envies our dove

I want to drown in your heart,
I sincerely hope you’re smart

Interlock and chain,
Your pain in my geometric domain

I’ll solve it like my upcoming exam,
Acing it before you say “Aries and Uncle Sam”
Virgos love the best ;)
My poems are going mediocre again...sorry about the lack of inspiration.
P.S. Will look into this after med. school in 20 years...
*I took college geometry as an eighth grader; it was a breeze, honestly.
**My first (and probably last) horrible attempt to write a love poem to nobody in particular.
***I consider love to be honorable; no one deserves to have their heart broken by someone selfish.
The last note is especially dedicated to @sadnspicy0 and @Owen.
Lida Dela
They hang on the edge of the cliff,
Where the heavens break and the stars dim,
Falling into a void and darkness,
for they turn their faces away from their Lord, with arrogance and ingratitude
they run from Love,
the opposite of peace,
the opposite of tranquility,
the soul burdened,
the soul lost,
One day they will wish
They didn't exist
tainted black
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
I am terrified that
She will eventually see myself
as I see myself
When she looks in my eyes
and sees nothing but
The shell of a dreamer
angry and tired

And yet she remains
Sharing these few moments
It finally makes sense
The present
Her presence
Is nothing short of my idea is perfect
thinking of you helps me sleep at night.
I saw you watching me
Across the broken tables
From a long distant memory
Of a mind made of false cables

So I dared to walk the miles
To stand there beside you
Amongst the million single files
Before destiny came to hide you

What's you name?
I just had to ask

Your beauty was a chasm of purity
Blinded me with inner prism
Your vision was so true to me
Captured me inside soul's prison

So before you decide to walk free
And vanish into the mists of day
I want to you be shy, talk to me
Listen silently to the words I say

What's your name?
I just had to ask

Copyright Chris Smith #darkpoetsoul 2020
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return

You love me

© JL Smith
People's implusive addiction's
Be  burdensome on our shoulders
We definitely
Don't have to take on the responsibility for carrying the can
Whether sunrise or sunset
Autumn leaves or sundress
The party always seems like one less

Whether rain falls or snow rests
Your beauty escapes no breath
The party always seems like one less

Whether dark days bring deep stress
Your loves what keeps this pen wet
The party always seems like one less

Whether hearts break or re-mesh
Your soul is my weakness
This party just isn’t the same without your sweetness
Words' Worth
Where we live
Is such a nice place
But, I wish that our minds
Were bigger
And hearts more generous
Without these things
People cannot be nice
And nice people cannot exist
Deovrat Sharma
they looks far
however they are
******* with each other
with some obscure....
invisible unbreakable endure
and imperceivable allure
in such a manner
will stay together
in past present forever

Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
She was beautiful
I couldn’t even look at her eyes afraid I’d stare forever if I did
I don’t know what it was that made her amazing
Plain and boring a normal person you’d never think twice about but
She was beautiful
And that was suffocating
I hate attractive people because most don’t realise and I could see them in a crowd and fall in love
Sam Lawrence
The painful truth is
  (undeniable / dawning)
  (most / many)
young people won't
  own their own house,
  have a stable job
  or raise a family.
They've been brought up
  (expecting / taught)
by generations that lived
lives that were
much more similar
to their own parents'.
The future, now
  (bleaker, / reality,)
looks like it can't keep
its promises.
  (anger / shame)
will fill the void?
Gen X, so slightly in the middle, watching this unfold.
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
Your writings
are macabre
in thought

You never



You died
but known

It was not worth the price

I love Robert Frost because he wrote about nature. I love the outdoors, change of seasons, plants and trails.
But, for rhyming and timing, the way he put poems together. I believe Mr. Poe was the greatest poet I ever read.
I do not share his view on life but no one wrote like him.
I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here
Rachel Rae
Sing with me
With breaths wild and ablaze
On the rooftop, overlooking
The snowy escape

Come with me
Under trees with lanterns adorned
The sugar of maple sap,
The fresh light of morn'
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.

I write, therefore I am.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
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