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Francis Sycamore
I could sit on your boot and cling to your leg.
Like a monkey, grinning with joy,
While you bounced me.

I cook you lunch, beans on toast.
(With a drop of oil for you, none for me),
While you snooze on the couch.

You were big and strong,
And fun and wise.

You are tired and fragile,
Still fun, still wise.

I am:
Your baby, your student, your pal.
Your child.

You are:
My protector, my friend, my rock,
My Dad.

My Dad.
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.
Caring spring blossomed
Green leaves , flowers and the sun
Brightens up the world
Inspired by the awesome love that my husband as shown our children ,  also deficated by own dad bless who recently turned 72 ** ;Happy Fathers Day to all you dads out there have a lovely day ** ❤️
It is going well, we are driving fast
away from where the bombs fall
Fatima's hand sways move move

We are many
stronger than the rules
we break through them

to a rich country, not a monastery
we do come to live slowly
but we bring our own rules

We want to work, take time
to learn and get married
to have a future

and to give it
to our parents
who did not believe in it
Hamsa = five, the amulet “hand of Fatima”, originally “hand of Inanna” (Sumer, 5000 BC), then “hand of Ishtar” (Akkad, 2300 BC); Jews used the hand against the evil eye

Collection “The migration”
A: "I'm still happy as I've always been
Still reaching further than my dream
You’re nowhere to be found, yet still unfair
But I am happy; and my life will rest."

B: "I’m still crying myself to sleep
Still too afraid to take the leap
You see me, yet you still don’t care
But I am crying; and my life is dead."

Do you think there is a difference
between A and B?
Guess what
Raindrops in
a bottle-top.

Ocean waves
Michael Chibuike
And they all will live on,
beyond always, beyond forever afters;
the ones who dared bemuse a poet.
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
Go where
your imperfections
are celebrated.
You held my hand and I learned to walk,
You spoke to me and I learned to talk.
You gave me a pencil and I learned to write,
You gave me wings and I took a flight.

To make you proud is all I aim for,
I know you'll save me whenever I'm at war.
No words but one can describe
The respect, the love and the admiration
Happy Father's Day to all the great and amazing dads of the world.
Your corpse is warm
It hasn’t been long
Poseable still
To give me a thrill
Nothing denied
Since you died
In life you would hide
In death I decide
No more resistance
Rewarded persistence
Flesh to enjoy
My rotting toy
Mary Gay Kearns
The crooked heart sprouted a bark
So tough and so hard it had no leaf
The country folk took chisels sharp
And plunged them in quick and fast
To alleviate the damage carried out
By the evil of the crooked heart.

Love Mary x
Cibin Panicker
At the light of tomorrow's dawn,
We shall rise out of these abandoned ashes,
The night was kind and lethal to us,
She hid our wounds and blood from sight,
The cost being not being to able to see ahead,
At the first touch of light, the chrysalis shall be born
Step in, it's your new home, embrace it well
You're the living proof of that revenants can thrive,
Wear it as your armor aganist the world,
You're your own hero, possibly to others too
George Raitt
In a still night under southern stars,
Sleeping in a rough farm shed,
From neighbouring farms
Across the valley, the dogs bark.

In our home city, the sound
Of trams rattling down the road
Blends into the background noise.
But next door, the dogs bark.

In this city, both ancient and new,
With moonlight streaming
In our window across the tiled
Rooftops, the dogs bark.
I'm not afraid anymore
Ever since you told me
It is not weak to cry
Something opened up
Inside of me
A void finally
Touched by light
Miss you.
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
David J
I am weak
I do not have the strength to beat this cruel world
I am... utterly... and inevitably...
     ...  defeated
The world is depressed
The happy are ignorant
And sin is inevitable
I feel like i failed, but winning wasnt possible, how does one enjoy life. I faked joy and i even thought it was possible. But as soon as i let myself think again I recognize how awful this world is... please pray that Ill one day be happy. I wont give up, even if I curse life the whole way
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
Johnny walker
Within four walls of safety that surround me now but Inside held captive are all
my memories of
All my dreams and fantasies
I don't feel trapped I'm free to wonder my dreams of Helen when ever I
For within theses walls I live safe from the world outside my door for Helen's still with me
And Helen spirit Is still here with me I don't think she ever left this room I feel her
But perhaps when the time comes my days are done then maybe we can leave
I don't believe Helen ever left left this room to where we spent so many years together
Ryan O'Leary
What I can say for certain, is,
Irish weather is more predictable
today, than it ever was.

Since we joined the EEC and
switched to metric, it rains 4
times a day now, instead of 3.
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time

with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best

with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love

with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
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.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
Makenzie Marie
This is what love is.

It is not what it once was
To me
I was wrong entirely.

This is love, complete.

Thank you for showing me.
I'm brOKen
I look at him
And I see me
The apple doesn't fall
Far from the tree
I still love you even though you don't know that you exist.
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
Can you hear them,
The voices of the night?

Can you see them,
The shadows just out of sight?

Can you smell them,
The scent of dying light?

Can you feel them,
The touch of spite?

Can you taste them,
The flavor of fright?
I sang a song for you
One with a familiar tune;
I sit alone in my room
Waiting for the clock to hit noon.
Is it wrong to wish I could belong
To the place where you could hear my song?
I imagine your smile
As is it would be if you listened for awhile;  
But alas you are gone
And I have withdrawn.
I wait for the day I can see your face,
And I look forward to your embrace.
My smile wide
diamond times
humility is my pride
ego blind I live outside
I play the night
the jokers plight
the walls are high
but I climb inside
my mind I find a 9
a blue heart of mine
the soul does intertwine
curls like vines
around my brain
entranced entrenched
I score to blame...

Sometimes, you look at the sunset.
Sometimes, you become the sunset.
Sometimes, you
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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.
She had her walls high
She dug her holes deep
She built her castle small
She valued image more than gold
Broken Cardinal
Your touch was
e l e c t r i f y i n g

I feel it still
On my face
On my neck
On my arm
On my back

I can't even remember
What we said or
Where you touched, but
I feel it still,
And it was
e l e c t r i f y i n g
boys look like boys
girls look like girls
boys look like girls
girls look like boys

people look like people

and that is all that I see

every single beautiful soul
worth living

especially the bus driver
who just flicked me off

she’s more deserving
than most.
I look for love in the strangest of places,
In broken bubbles and innocent traces,
In wet noses and waggy tails,
In solo talks and worn out phrases.

I look for love in the strangest of places,
In playful hearts with the highest of aces,
In hypnotic eyes and crafty stares,
In distant voices and starry spaces.

I look for love in the strangest of places,
In dreamy visions and foreign faces,
In numb cheeks and dry lips,
In cold hands and reckless embraces.
i cried today for the first time since i moved to the city

i cried on the subway

it was nowhere near as glamorous as the movies make it out to be
the lighting was fluorescent  
and a homeless man begged for change
the air felt stale and i could smell the banana a toddler was eating across the aisle from me

i don’t cry beautifully
the tears came out in a heavy stream
and stained the collar of my white t-shirt
i knew my carefully shaped eyeliner was already halfway down my face by the time we stopped at 14th street  

i cried today for the first time since moving to the city
it finally felt like my city
Mom asked me a simple question
'What do you want to be?'
So I answered proudly
'I wanna be an astronaut,
simply because I want to thank every each
of the stars and the galaxy,
for taking care of you and letting me have you
in my humble life'
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