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Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our

our old stories
like tattered
and worn

by the

be each
savior for

a old lover's

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color

with lies
or half

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our

close the

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity

to the outskirts

of our lives.
Emma Price
Everything that I do
can be traced back to you.
I’m so proud, so proud,
to be a part of this crowd!
~much love
E over c2
I said you were my moon
I meant it and I still do.
Tides and all.

I said you were my stars
I meant it and I still do.
Forever. Warmth.

The clouds scattered like dreams
as the rain poured in the sweet sound
to a new day, where love pushed away
all the gray;

Now a new spring is born,
where true love made the sunshine
as the birds chirped to a new song,
while love carries on,

And new memories are being made
and love is being given,
to a heart that is truly mending.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2013
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Ski-school keeps us cool
Musical lightning
Fills me with power
I utter your oath
In a land of honeydew
Sometimes I go too  deep in my writing for others to understand
It's too much for them to take in
I'm not looking for praise
Or for money
But for expression of myself and others
So, they can relate and understand
That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe
And I'm sorry if its too much
i wish i can run
i wish i could fly
i wish that i can find peace inside my soul
Khyle Manby-Evans
Summer sun is radiant and bright
winter has gone to the other side
You kiss me & I hold you tight
I see you try to find, but I'll hide

Simple people with simple dreams
Nothing special in this ordinary world
It's me & you, no need for teams
Stars shining bright, clouds they swirled

Its your laugh I love, my smile you like
Walk with me to the side of the sun
You have a voice, sit close to the mic
Together a voice that will stun

Simple people with simple dreams
I've walked along this path for years
This life proved it wasn't all it seems
I've got so much love, no more tears

Our hands entwined in the cold
There is no larger story or plot
If you can remember what I told
Love is all we need & that's not a lot
Teresa Mercier
We are all a work in progress
But given time
We will be masterpieces
By the time we're finished.
Don't give up! There is so much to this life if only we'd open our eyes.
Alysia Marie
I can’t hide it
I crave it
Needing it to survive
The pressure of your body
That look in your eyes
Pulling me closer
Oh closer
Sometimes by my hair
Pinning me to that mattress
Or whatever you dare
For I feel it
I love it
That taste on my lips
Unable to move
With your hands on my hips
Oh you know me
Control me
Fingers dancing on my thighs
All those nights that you’d hold me
Brought stars to my eyes
By that grip of your hand
Firmly ‘round my neck
Oh you’d punish me tenderly
I could never forget
Yes you’d pull me
You’d push me
Goosebumps emerge on my skin
Feeling the beads of your sweat
Drip onto my chin
Kiss me
Tease me
Master you know just what to do
To leave me on my knees
Begging for every inch of you

                     Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Not for the faint of heart
Mr Quiet
The boy lost in love
Confliction and confusion
Yet truce still arise
a haiku of a character i made named Denver
Chante Coutinho
You have this way
Of staring at me
That pulls on my heart strings

You have this way
Of drowning out
Life and all it's things

You have this way
Of stopping time
When I catch your eye

You have this way
Of making me melt
When you hug me goodbye

You have this way
Of singing to me
Without using any words

You have this way
Of making me miss you
So much it hurts
Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.
Letting go of some of the toxic things in my life.
Glenn Currier
This dark soil
teems with potency
of light and life
the sun stirs the soul
hidden in wait
for the creative juices
to flow and saturate
its seeds to spring.
in the dark
all alone
it's the only time
i let you out
where no one
will see you
and your sounds
won't be heard
A voice that speaks
So everyone can here
Words that are enunciated properly
The messages are clear
One must take the words to heart
In order to make progress
Always step forward
Visualize being a success
Dermot Kirwan
I have got through life like a wounded animal.

Head down, avoiding further conflict.

When I look back on it all, I see no trace of me, no flattened grasss, no displacement.

Even the air remains undisturbed.

I want to come back as a crazy African rhino with a arrow lodged in his ear.
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
At night you cry because you're afraid to die.
You wanna drink, get high and savor the blue sky.
Yet every morning you put on a suit and tie,
and live yesterdays lie.
Every change you deny,
you don't even give them a try.
It's time you say goodbye.
Your life is over, the void is nigh.
Michael Angelo
I suffer
The circular trepidation
Of waiting
For joy
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
if every coping mechanism is temporary,
and our pain is underlying permanent,
are we ever really okay?
Brianna Duffin
All the songs always told me
When you know, you'll know
And I know
I know that I've Done this before
But I also know that it's never
So come on little heart of mine
Let's give this
Come on you beaten golden thing
Give it one more try.
This is the first part of a piece I recently wrote that a lot of people liked. If you liked this excerpt, please check out the full poem. The best place to view it is here:
Shofi Ahmed
Spring upon the rose
live on the flow.
Be wrapped in the fragrance
touch it not.
Let it be without a form
even in the invisible dark
shows up the moon.
And believe it or not
that all perfect sweet spot
planet paradise could be the next stop.
Like the flower thins out into the fragrance
ah, these finest wings know no bound.

The butterfly paradise slips out is on the fly
wafts into the enduring scent of a paint so bold.
Lo, on its picturesque wings it has all the eyeballs
where does it reach out to no one knows.
It's on the other side of the pool
only the Queen Fathima knows that groovy grove!

No one tolerates any pause is deadly on this route
here death is unknown but none is destined to gain a foot!
It’s a Mount Sinai scenario no eyeball
can withstand the dazzling beauty enduring long.
Yet it’s immaculately spotless every soul shines out
that shuffles on these secret alleyways of God!

Pans out to the horizontal spread
and dips into the depth.
Flower in the fire, the sea in a drop of water
Hewn beauty Fathima is the far cry
water nymph amidst the mesmerised burnt-flock.
The resident handsome swan in heaven
on the constantly flowing riverfront  
keeping it on its toe!
I miss them and there beautiful self
I miss the notes
I miss the hugs
I miss the light kisses
I miss the conversation
I miss us
I just don't know if you miss me
my first relationship taught me alt of things and I wish we could be together again but IDK if you want me still
Her skin is pale moonshine, as if the rain hath washed away her color and settled it in her hair, for it is golden like the sun after the storm that rages in her eyes, so blue and passionate like the hand that writes upon her silky arm that bleeds when she is alone.
My best work seldom trends.
Imagine the disappointment
That the lack of that annointment
To the fragile sends.

It’s sheer luck
That I don’t give a ****
And completely possible
I ****.

But more likely
Some AI algorithm decides
Whether my work is seen or obscure dies.

Don’t seek validation
From social media engagement
Your audience is so diluted
The metrics so easily disputed.

Art is;
Art does;
Art takes it time
To connect audience to your rhyme.
Art lives;
Art serves;
Art is the power of your words.
Don’t measure it by likes nor loves or views
Or any other social cues.

Have you best expressed the sentiment you feel?
If yes then ******* my friend your art is real.
Don’t measure your worth by what social media says.
sheila sharpe
God spoke to Moses
Before I could get a word in edgewise
Angels spoke to the shepherds
Before I could summon enough energy
To take to the skies
Prophets saw visions
That I couldn’t see
Christ had disciples
To spread his word
So - what about me?
Wasn’t I the clever one?
Didn’t I outsmart all of these?
Doesn’t it just have my
Stamp upon it?
the Deaths Head Moth has a skull like marking on its body - hence its name
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Sillo Anderson
Tampering flesh, beckons at saints
Bolting high a warm embrace
Sampling shame by demons we face
As fools run for the richness of fame
But never have I seen pride shine
Brighter than the outlooks of time
As morals bleed seemingly
And I face the repeat of actions burnt repeatedly
For I know of such disgrace
Feeding full the purpose of life and faith
There’s a little voice inside your head
Have you wondered what it just said?

Did it tell you to do it or look the other way?
Did it have you thinking it would be a good day?

Sometimes it's quiet and you think you're alone.
When all of a sudden you let out a huge grown.

I've got an idea and it just popped in.
Where did that come from, you say with a grin.

You sing a crazy song, that was long ago forgot.
You remember a story with a, ”did I do that” plot?

We all have this voice, its not just me.
I love that my voice is great company.

Brian Hill - 2019-March
All of a sudden you remember a song from your childhood and bang, out it comes...
One day
I'll meet you in the aisle
You'll wearing your bridal gown
And all i can say is
I am Happy for you
it confuses me
every time people say
their monsters live in their head.
why do mine live in my heart?
i can't tame them.
magic 8-ball
round and dusty
what will you tell me today?

oh? i guess not then.
Every mistake I've made
It leaves a scar that burns everyday
If this is a dream,
Don't wake me up,
Cause I'd rather sleep feeling content,
Than be awake feeling empty....
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.
Amir Barak
And for a moment
I would know
What it feels to fly
Grace E
I don’t desire
To be any mans “queen”
Keep that heavy crown
Far away from me
I don’t want to be
Some guys “princess”
If anything, I’m more like  
The village sorceress
you may never notice,
but as the dawn breaks,
and dust leaves,
my desire for your
touch never fades.
blinded by whatever
Ghost of Jupiter
cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

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