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To all the boys I've hurt before...
I'm sorry for not giving you the love you deserve
I'm sorry for trying to love you
Trying to be loved by you
Because I couldn't love myself.
I'm sorry for all the tears.
The midnight calls,
The impulsive "yes" the impulsive "goodbye"
I'm sorry for trying to love you
When I wasn't over him.
to you the boy I hurt
to you the boy who was hurt
to you the boy who still is hurt
to you the boy who is trying to love another but still is hurt from the past.
Here is the apology I never gave... Here is the apology she never gave.
A rose and a cactus fell in love.
They understood each other's thorns.
Janna B
Grateful for the quiet,
grateful for the peace.
Grateful for the friends
that care for me.
Grateful that he’s fading
away for me again.
I’m needing to stay here
I’m needing to mend.
The price of life is death.
The price of death is life.
Which are we buying?
- Nought
Universe Poems
Love is a word,
that people use,
as free as,
a bird
Use when you,
are grounded,
in the proverb

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Emilio Valdez
A misplaced angel dreams of lush facades,
Marinated in an amber-honey glaze that
pools into the streets, homes and
hearts of its radiant inhabitants

I wish to rip that page
from Dorothy Gale's book,
heel clicking until I am back
in that primal womb of sunshine

where I am able to soak in
the richness of natal nutrients
conceived for my angeleño heart
Just been missing home for a while now. Thanks for the outlet y'all.
Salmabanu Hatim
You will find in simple things in life,
Like falling in love.
Jennifer DeLong
Wild and Wispy
or so they say
Willful and Wise
that may be true
Witchy and Wonderful
Could it be
Or so it seems
They may be
Seeing me
from looking in
Or looking through
It could all be true
© Jennifer L DeLong 3/4/2021
there she was
pure as ice
i didn't know at first
as she came to serve
by my side
stay safe. always. <3
loving you is like loving sunset
in the end of the day
it happened

it's gradual
it's quiet
it's magical
it's fated

before slowly, leisurely wrap my world in darkness
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Maniacal Escape
Footsteps tip tap church on the hill.
Sunday, best day, hill by the stream.
Tip tap toe step what shall we see?
Father. Praise be. Come unto me.
Hill step tip toe down to the lake.
Rocks and fishes, toes in the pond.
Tad poles, nibble toes, children alone.
Tip tap tip toe, father the frog.
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
Sometimes I just go into a daydream
And never want to come back to reality
Your love is like a whisper...a whisper of a promise that is never fulfilled and a lie that grows like the wrinkles on the hand when one ages.
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
I need you
to be strong for me
when I am weak
& one blink away
from tears falling.

I want to be
strong for you
when you are fragile
& one breath away
from breaking.
Astonishingly beautiful world,
the zephyr kissed me
come to play with river mists

you brought the sun in your eyes,
the church sun dial came to now,
coalesced into one,
my world was caught,
between a finger and thumb

radiant morning
I flew your line of sight,
Helios lit my wings in white.
for H
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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Unknown Girl
Tall and Beautiful is she
Smart and Strong way stronger than me
Graceful like an angel sent from above
Gave me all her attention and love
The moment we met the second I saw her face
But no one can match you for turn of phrase
Dearest Kayley please never change
Slightly Lovely
I have never ached more,
for someone to call me good.
To look at me.
to press kisses to my face,
to rub circles on my skin.
to see me as a flower or the stars.
I don't want to die from this planet
to reach heaven for salvation.
I want to fly from this planet to heavenly bodies
to attain peace.
Dismal mood with disdain and despair days
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Mizuki Mysa
I asked the moon this night
"Will everything is gonna be alright?"
I received no answer
Yet, it shined brighter
I guess, that is the answer
Soon, it'll all get better

― Mizuki
Tyler Jones
Dancing between demons and dreams
Why did I leave?
When did I get here?
When did I start this spark in the dark?
Lost in my fear
Frost frozen clear
To everyone but me
But here I spin in uncertainty
Is all this dreaming a poison or a cure to me?
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
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.
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.
The Dating Life of the Insane

If I like her,
I will ask her,
and she, will tell me no.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2020
Jim is the author of two books of poetry “Musing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2” and “An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing “ both available on Amazon
Sarah Spencer
I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself
I'm tired of pretty poems. My thoughts are good enough
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper

buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
we write poetry
in different
yours in
and mine in
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
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