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Christina P
I was unhappy
and I know you felt it.
Because one day
with no warning,
you said goodbye.

Without looking back,
you just left me
on the side of the road.
With a shattered heart
and broken dreams.

Your last words to me
still ring in my ears,
before I go to sleep at night
and the moment I wake up.

"I can't stay.
Because if I do,
you'll walk away.
If there's one thing
I've learned in life,
it's to leave
before you get left."
She fell,
Fell from the heavens,
With skin as bright as the moon,
With skin that glowed as bright as the sun,
She was heaven,
And she was hell,
She was kind,
And she was mean,
She was humble,
She was proud,
She was happy,
She was sad,
Who was she but the most beautiful person I had ever seen,
jeffrey conyers
I believe that love with eventually win.
This I foolishly believe.
I believe that hate is a dying art.
Yes, this what I do believe?

I believe.
Because God motivates us to believe.

I believe that wars only exist to uplift, weak men.
This I truly believe.
Peace scares many.
Love intimidate plenty.

I believe that when the world finally comes to end.
God will confirm our legacy as great.
This I do believe.

Then maybe it's just me.
Who believes?
Alecia White
its all over, this is the end.
give into the darkness now, my friend.
Civilization is long gone
i'm afraid this can't go on
stop stalling and just accept your fate
but by the time you do it'll be too late
hush child, its now over
the grass is dead, every single clover.
everything is slowly dying.
trust me, there's no use in crying.
another poem that makes me sound insane
Many moments pass me
And in a blitz I crave
Masking up the signals
In attempts to never change
But will it always serve me?
Only I'm to blame
Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?
That, they will keep saying
Dan Filcek
You have to move forward.
The jolt that you face...
Trying to wrap your head.
Embrace the pain?
How far is this justified? beautifully failed miserably.
It is essential to surrender to self-love
walk like a boss
one day you have a revelation.
an unexpected desire
people still adhere to Freudian morality.
seize the chance
More than release
Now you know better
learn to love yourself
You are enough
Reference site -***-and-relationship/060919/interestingly-*******-can-be-liberating-post-breakup.html
Brian Yule
Fragrant tinted lure
Saccharine glistening sundew snare
Cruel allure to rule
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!
She asked
Tell me where your love lies.
Hearts reply
My love does not doesn't tell a single lie, confused in chasing distance time flies underneath bitter sky
Love mimics truth acceptance
No descreptance
Falling dear nothing swears to shed your tear, look
deep into our past year consider fear
Faith comes by seeing not pleading
change bitter sweet my dear
My heart does not lie it only lay calm in the palm of your hands
Hands torn between truth and reality
What is our fatality
I stare up at the sky
with the moonlight shining down on me.
you fell in love with a
dangerous woman,
now everything is going to be alright.
she was so into you,
but she was always going side to side.
let me love you, she said,
but I guess you were greedy
now you have to leave me lonely.
everyday wishing that sometimes
I don't care, I wish I didn't care
bad decisions led me to this
you just want to touch it
but boy did I wish you knew better,
I was meant to be your forever boy,
but instead, I'm here thinking bout you.
Mijn ogen rollen nog,
mijn stenen vallen toch.

Veel ontgaat, ontglipt, besipt
de buizen op de straat,
veel verloopt en stopt
en stokt zelfs aan de praat.

We maken ons geen zorgen, zie ik aan de poort.
Het maakt al even niet meer uit, wie oma heeft vermoord.
Het recht om zo te denken, lijnen over wie iets zegt
zonder zelf te schenken.

Ik zei het menigmaal, wie dit bedacht heeft die
is vast bezopen of simpel
weg een geniaal.
houd afstand, alstublieft.
Your glamorous smile
Makes me feel alive
Your charming eyes
Reflecting my desires
Your long, beautiful hair
Is keeping me aware
That whenever you glimpse at me
My love pumps endlessly

The way you are talking
Makes me wondering
It’s like a sound of an angel
A wonderful creature

When you are in my presence
Every second really matters
I would never let you leave
Perhaps, i am too naive

People say its just a phase
Spending my days with amaze
But i know i want you,
And be the one who you can go to
This poem was written to a special girl i really love
Kate gritton
I sat between the breakwaters,
Watched the sea
Make its endless dance.
It needs no command,
No decision,
It has no vision
Of past or present,
Thinks not of tomorrow
For all are irrelevance.
The sea was
And is
And will ever be.

But for me
The dance will one day cease,
The music will stop and I shall be
Just a memory.

So I need to dance more
While I can,
Hear louder music than before,
Sing and be glad
For the days I am given
So the memory
Is of joy, not sorrow
And I’ll not think
Of tomorrow
Until it comes.
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

when I think of you
the skies between my thighs turn all shades of pink and blue
and then my heart begins and starts
god, I don’t know, what do I do?
till all my guards and well-kept parts
melt right into your skin and through
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
running fingers over letters
like lips
i mimic your hand
tracing the inked sweeps
held witness only by this paper
eyes closed
i f e e l y o u
in every breath i take

how do we get here

separated by ashen forests
screaming out to one another
in dampened whispers
heard only by skeletal trees

have you felt
my phantom limbs
wrap around you
only to find
the cold night
for eternity

i pray the wind
delivers you to me
i pray
Jacob Lyons
This cold feeling has got me heated
I need some spring cleaning before I fall
It’s not a secret to adore
I know how fast word travels
Give another fact, full cap, like a Snapple
What am I waiting for?
You’re not number one anymore
Got drunk, spilled guts, cold pressed apple
callie joseph
i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone
the lit cigarette was smothered by the sand as the rains came in
and now
at the end of our days
when we have nothing left
but our memories,
if i could tell you
just one thing
it would be how much
my heart burns for you
and that our love
will remain
my sweestest hallelujah
and outshine every star
in the night sky.
- my soul will search for you in each lifetime.
Don't worry,
you are breathing still

You can still feel

The second hand slides
as the hours fly by


You can still taste
that last piece of cake
you stole from the wrong man

And you cannot give it back

It's too late

You found your fate

All you can do
is wait for the end
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.  

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protect my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
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
She wasn't like any other person,
she saw everyone's soul as a color,
she was jealous of them,
so she stole a little piece from everyone she loved,
for them to love her back.
But they didn't.
And she wondered why.
Little did she know,
that her soul isn't becoming a rainbow
like she thought it would be,
it was becoming that chaotic color
just like her real soul,
and that's what made her
Carlo C Gomez
The wetland red
Cranberry fields
Ripe and glistening
Like the morning dew
That forms on wild thicket
In anticipation of harvest
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
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.
I want to write the poem
you always quote to impress
friends at Hampton parties
and read to your children
so they understand why this
whole mad spinning life is
worth the price of admission.
We might be born in a manger.
We might be Mary Magdalen.
We might be a million peasants.
Nobody will ever remember a million peasants.
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.
alexis wansor
Her hair red like soil
And eyes green like springs clover
Skin sun-kissed and dotted like stars in the night sky
And man oh man
Her imagination was endless
And words constantly from her tongue
Her smile never fading
She talked to the trees and the flowers
She was lonely and they were her company
I am in love with every last bit of her
The way she sniffed the air
To smell all the beautiful smells of the crisp cold breeze of fall
The way she nibbles at chocolate and sips tea
when she studies
She's clever and bright
Her mind is worth its weight in gold
And there aren't enough words to describe
The comfort I feel when she graces me with her presence
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
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