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The Vault
In my eyes
The light seems so much brighter
And colors
So much deeper
Your beauty
So much bigger
In my eyes
I can not deny
That you
In this light
Are so much more pretty
Than any sunset
Any night.
Dedicated to my love.
unless we are talking of autumn the gold

time which comes gentler with occasional winds

and related sweeping

autumn comes softly so

we fall
Oh yeah,
I've still got poetry
Shilpa Panigrahi
You are my delayed dream
waiting to occur
on a merrier October night
jia m
I gave you a lot,
you took it for granted.
I gave you my heart;
you left it so damaged.

I gave you my love,
that you couldn't manage.
you left and then broke me,
as you then start to vanish
this was lyrics from a song i made into poetry hehe
I’m drawn to the universe you made
being a foregin I don’t mind
learn your languange I will.
Sleep, flirting with Death,
heart pounding in the glass drop
plummeting to hell.
Arlice W Davenport
Sunshine guides my vision

away from the shadow play
of giant cottonwoods and maples,
as a north breeze gently unsettles
them. Clumps of swaying branches.

Shadows, like portrait paintings,
fall onto the pavement. Such marvel.
I must write about it -- an ode
to darkness, yin to the sun’s yang.

But soon I see the face of Pablo Neruda.
Wise, whimsical, a piercing gaze.
Of the ode, he is all-knowing. I follow
the sunshine back -- today, empty-handed.
Apekshya Basnet
Underneath the monsoons bridge
                                       he is nothing alike
the sun, the stars, or the number sixty one                    
                   Underneath the monsoons bridge

she lays
his lover's grave.
My heart aches
for you
but you are
nowhere to be found
So I will put pen to paper
and write of my love
if you return too late
you can read my last words
I thought
My long wait is over,
The solution found
I need no longer pay heed
To the approaching footfalls
Nor listen to the old songs
Or stories often told;
A voice, loud and clear,
Asks me to retrace my steps
And commence the beginning
That began with me.
Daan Vandelay
Later, als ik harder heb gewerkt,
als het volk mijn moeite heeft gemerkt,
zal ik de top bereiken en de wereld voorgoed
voor goed veranderen,
net als alle anderen.

Van privilege tot dezelfde kansen,
exclusieve clubs met zeven (komma zeven) miljard leden,
die allemaal hetzelfde dansen
tot posities die we allen liefst vermeden.

Waarom hoop je op een morgen zoals vroeger?
Vroeger was je toch ook niet zo tevreden.
Over privilege en onvoorziene druk en waar draait het eigenlijk om
Just love me
I don’t need much else

On a mountain top
Yelling out my lungs
Crying loudly at the world
The water is at my lips

Water is surrounding me all over
Yet my feet grip stone like a hawk
If only I could control my stance
If only I could reduce the water
If only I could raise the mountain

When am I going to see it, mum?
In this world, water is always at my lips
In this world, I cannot change everything
In this world,
                 I need to learn  how to let go
                 Float atop the water
                 Not forcibly drown
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Carmen Jane
My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.

I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.

The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched...
I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost years ago
To the cancer in her body
Her ashes spread in the sea
Resting where she loved

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost way too young
The water too deep for her
Stuffed animals on the alter
Two years wasn’t enough

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

He was lost last week
When he fell too far
Only eighteen years
Sister said “see you soon”

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost long ago
Her heart beat blocked
A daughter, a sister, a niece
Just SMiLe, you’ll be okay

I’m tired of people dying
On October 11th, 2019 a boy I graduated with passed away. At his funeral his twin sister said “This isn’t goodbye. This is see you soon. I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
Clouds cry too

when it is

too heavy.
works wonders , it’s happy and
kind and loves to smile
I’m all for positivity works wonders ** ❤️
Wishing you all a happy week ahead ** ❤️
the tears
that I'm so use to
I don't even realize
they're there
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
O' how dark is the world t'day
So morbidly gray
But o' here comes the sun
Shining down through the clouds
And you are there to soak it up
And wish he were there
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
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!
Explanation 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 love you all!!
Sasa Milivojev
To overcome, relinquish
and forget,
black – hearted eyes, as well as innocent,
feigned words of solace
and bitter embrace.
To forget the joys, affections and desires,
hardship and bliss,
friends and enemies,
smiles and tears and prayers.
To be insincere.
To write no more verses.
To trust not a soul.
To understand no one and naught.
To forgive not.
To pass a verdict ‘pon oneself of
remoteness and taciturnity.
And soar towards the glistening
of Cosmic dark infinity.

Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
Lost myself
In the moment of it
I fell in love
With you for a minute
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 too *******.
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.
Harald Pfeffer
The trees are coming into green

The trees are coming into green
Their new tongues seem poised
To speak. What will they say?
Will they whisper to the wind,
That their new life is good,
That they will add
To the cycles of grain?
Or will they simply display,
Unfold their veins, carrying
The message from roots
No frost could reach.
What is their message
To me, who unlike they,
Sees more than one season?
Perhaps it is simply this:
Last year is dead and all
Is fresh, is fresh, begins anew.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 19-10-2010
I have carved your name
On every bone that lines
Beneath my skin
And darling, I am at peace.
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
If I had a dime,
For every time you sighed.
I would have built us a new paradise,
Where I would drown you
And die.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
I think
the world
of us
than we
can offer
U N Owen
If demons looked like demons,
evil would be rare.
It's the demons dressed like angels,
that you must beware.
sehnaz khan
You said you love me
       You  want me
But you cant stay with me
                That **** hurts ..
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.
are the everything
causing me to be

did it
it is all
your fault

forever damaged
full of hate
all for
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