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it is nearly midnight

and I see her

in all of her elegance

dancing through the trees,

calling me to her.

she radiates,

glows with a light so pure

so ethereal

I almost weep

for what did I do

to deserve the treasure

that is

the moon
I was outside earlier, and I swear the moon was a little brighter. It caused my imagination to run wild, but I’m satisfied with the result.
Jake Lukasz Taylor
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
G A Lopez
Kailan ko kaya muling makikita ang aking dating sarili?
'Yung mga ngiting hindi pilit
Kailan ko kaya muling mararamdaman ang tunay na kaligayahan?
'Yung hindi na nagpapanggap ng nararamdaman
eye for an eye
is it?
eye for an eye
is it?
eye for an eye
is it?

sorry kid,
i came down,
they trafficked,
i'm blind now.

even god needs protection !
Bill Adair
In this day and age
Where can you find a glyphic?
I’d like to hire one!
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
Hrishikesh Goswami
Yesterday, I wore a ring
a gilded placid ring
and I went through my day
ulterior .
I gave a norchalant
Visage towards my left dactyl
when i found a golden
stuff pendant on .
I drew it and gazed at it
Wow! It is a sign of eternity
a thing which never outsets nor sets.
Symbol of eternity
kiran goswami
Ernest Hemingway said
"Write the truest sentence that you know",

So, I wrote you.
Neville Johnson
The point of human life is love
It all comes down to this
Love, sweet love
Bliss, true bliss

Rambling down the road
One long good time
Nuzzling and cuddling
We’re gonna be fine

It’s easy if you try
Hard to say no
When it’s there
It resonates
The only way to go
Mary Anne Norton
Tears fall.on the ground
And leaving spots all over
Sun will dry them up
Vranda Punjabi
Oh love of mine!,
I don't know where you live ?!
beyond the skyline?
Or in some dark cave ?

I always feel, that need to meet you,
Just wanna hug you,
just wanna greet you!

I won't ever ask you ,
"why are you so late?"
I'm ready to stand,
and wait for you at my gate !

I just wanna stand quietly with you,
I wanna feel the moon, the stars and even you!

Would you ever come & express,
that even you love me ?
Or shall I leave my expectations
" of you to completing me !? "

I'm simply puzzled,
& not at peace,
Can you please come and meet me, once atleast!?
Tried my level best to write,
In the memory of Kishore Kumar sir 🙏❤️
with dreams of you upon my lips,
i slept like the world was mine to keep.
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
Ugo Victor
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Giving and receiving,
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
Beth Bayliss
you were there to dry my tears
but your words held no water
which is fine for a packet of tissues
but less good for a friend
you really let me down this time
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
nothing more to say,
everything to gain,
nothing to weep for,
i got no answers
Paul Idiaghe
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life

muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
A new feeling
of joy
right here in my palms
Like finding a lotus
was here all along
Wesley Ryan
Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.

Each day,
Each day,
Each day it lingers.

I stay,
I stay,
I stay in constant motion to keep it away.


Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.

The loneliness,
The loneliness,
The loneliness that consumes me.

I wish,
I wish,
I wish I could just live.


Every night,
Every night,
Every night it comes back.
I wish I had my autonomy back....
Misty Eyed
There is
No timetable
For grief.
It comes.
It goes.
No rhyme.
No reason.

Arc of moons and hearts
Bending to the pull of tides
Crying to be whole
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
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
Alexandra Eames
let us
do only all the things we wish we could, if our lust and love was not so secret.

not just dream but see, touch and taste the mossy nectar of our wavy
pinkish, glistening seas
above and
beneath an ocean of silken sheets.

-By Alexandra Eames
The simplest form of
I love you is
I miss you…
when the answer to every thought is
"what does it matter"
and the scary thing is
it's not like depression makes you think so
it's just that you have to think long enough
to all the overthinkers
Sarah Munoz
It’s important to use our heads
In times like these
If we let our emotions overtake us
We might be indefinitely chasing our tails

(Now Read From Bottom Up)
It’s the same message either way you flip it!
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.
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
i may have despised
for the longest time
that she was your sun

but you’re my moon

and i guess what
i’m trying to say is—

every one of my nights
would be darker
without her light
all over you
i wouldn’t have ryan
if ryan didn’t have courtney

she’s a hot and necessary evil
for my hot and brilliant
best friend
i wonder if you remember
the presence of me
because i’m constantly reminded
by your faded memory

it lingered in the Sunday laundry
and ghoulishly appeared in a frame
popped up on the car radio
and frightened me all the same

as i packed your things,
it was in a card for my birthday
and eerily in a box of frosted flakes
i guess i never liked them anyway

later, it would quietly permeate
a passing tv commercial for charmin
remember how we used to laugh
i have those memories every now and then

i hope where you are is better
than where we were together

i wonder if you remember
the presence of me
because i was constantly reminded
by your faded memory
A tree won't have its fruit
with just the sunlight alone.
It needs rain—that's a simple truth.
POEMS OF THE RAIN, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Midnight Rain
the only thing that keeps
away the darkness
is the light
i burn within myself.

so i  have been half flame
half smoke,
half light
half shadow,
half myself
        half someone else.  

this isn’t a way to exist;
it’s a way to survive.

As you love me
you never miss me
for you created me to love
it bes that simple for kreators knowing they create all they experience and drop the belief  others have created or be creating for them
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.
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