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He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 490° 
YY
I look at myself in the mirror,
A young artist, so lost - couldn’t see clearer.
Where to go and where to drip the paint?
I might as well lose consciousness and faint.

Confused, confined, cannot define the meaning of my life.
I don’t belong to any tribe,
Combining stories of my past,
I am so lost, alas.

The right, the wrong, its all collapsed,
The life will always just elapse.
Complex and very simple at the same time,
Oh look, another rhyme.
 189° 
Traveler
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 104° 
iamgone
my heart
no longer beats
my veins
have long run dry
but write me
into poetry
so i
may never die
i want to live forever, in your words
 90° 
Jennifer Ale
love has a taste
it dazzles like gold
makes you feel old
like stories untold
like lights iridescence
I'd pay a pretty pence
for the feel
it's so unreal
my lips seal
when
my heart sings
a tune to the wind
for the pulse of loves air
is so unfair
like the spirit of a kiss
lost in a dream's reminisce
my mind bows submiss

my life's breath spirals
without love
- it's vital

Jennifer Alé
 72° 
Alice
i am my fathers child

i never learned how to
accept the love i was given

these hands
so much like his

refuse to remain open
curling into fists at the
suggestion i am enough

i’ve never allowed myself
to need anyone

i am my fathers child
I always did take after him
 62° 
Jessica Patrick
I watched the moon,
last night,
it danced through,
the tree limbs,
onto my,
bare skin.
I pondered,
if maybe,
you too held,
ballets,
across your chest.
what am i doing
i know better than this
but after a long day
i just want to be fixed
i want to not hurt
i want to feel okay
and you just so happen
to soothe my pain
 46° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 41° 
DAF
she always smelled like oranges
now i stay away from citrus
distance is
tough
but you see trust
is miles away
 40° 
Jacob Lyons
The moon is always around at night
When your darkness can’t be more bright
Feel the echo attack the silent
It will haunt you, leave you violent
You think you know me
But you don't
Kno me
ou think you own me
But you don't
Own me
You push hard
I push back
Harder
Harder
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 38° 
charles bateman
I cannot draw pictures but if I could , I would draw every detail
be they proper and good.
You would be amazed as you get lost in each curve ,
the bitter church lady would yell , you have some nerve !!!

But as it stands a face I cant draw , instead I write letters ,

if you read them all?
,
You may see faces , mountains and trees , or someone that is dying from an unchecked disease.

Words retain power and the ones that I write
paint one thousand faces when their read in the light
 37° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 37° 
Ashley Rowan
Don’t touch my heart
With your bare hands
You will burn you fingers
Because all my love
Has been bottled up
Since the day I was born
So my heart turned from yellow
To red
To blue
The warmest bit
He
I’ll welcome him
He brings the longest caress
He offers infinity
And takes
© JLB
17/09/2020
22:57 BST
 35° 
Anthony Pierre
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 30° 
A Mess of Words
I was born into
This disjointed world,
Already heartbroken;
And given only
Sixty years or so
To reckon therein.
the worst
is whirling round
my mind
I hardly dare
take a breath
in case it is
my last
my heart is
beating out of
time
my pulse quickens
with every blackened
thought
what am I now
but a bag of nerves
fraught and fragile
as crystal
I have written
my life to a
stop
 28° 
Dead
The skies have rendered everything a pale grey.
Not used to our own thoughts, the screams still ring in our ears.
We are all wandering under the ash rain, eyes low.
Nothing heard, nothing said.
There’s not much of us left, not much of anything.
After this agony, where will we go?

When these wounds heal, and the skies finally clear.

All we will have is a wasteland.
 27° 
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 27° 
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
short and sweet
may accurately
describe many things
but never once
a woman
 26° 
caroline
“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.
 26° 
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.
 26° 
leila
..
I never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..
 25° 
Initial J
Emoji here 😃
Emoji there 😥
Emoji ******* every where
😠 😷 🙏 🔫 🔪 💘
If you want to see my 🍆
Send me a picture of your 🍉 🍉
And then I can go into the 🚿
Wont come out for half an ⏰
And if you think this poem is 😄
Well then your out look on life is 🌞
Emoji.... I just realized you could add emojis
 25° 
REY
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.
 25° 
putiira
I see you. The real you.
And I think it’s brave and beautiful the way you love despite all the ways life tried to destroy you
 25° 
MWilson
Its not a smile
Its dead eyed bliss
Just drown it all
That's the quick fix
That way you can't
Blow out your mind
You'll just miss
 25° 
Carlo C Gomez
Equations
in the sand

Laid out
and toweling off

Curvatures to
algebraic form

They define her lines
shape her axis

My island of
expectation

Amid summer's long
subterfuge
For more about this
See the related poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3762789/costa-brava/
 24° 
Arthur Blank
I am but the moon
Enslaved to chase the sunset
Searching for her love.
on love
 24° 
DEE
My element is Water 💦  I am gentle like  the river. that flows within me., I am fresh as spring.I drown with love , I float  truculent . My soul is  Oasis. .I am thirsty for devotion. I rain with elegance. I am flooded with rage , waved with fear , my lips like hurricane.I stream with sheer. Powerful enough to rinse you with life
 24° 
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.
 23° 
Daniel
I take another breath,
I take another cigarette.

Smoke rises with regret,
but you help me deal with my stress.

I'm forever in your debt,
and forever in your book of dead.

I take another breath,
I take another cigarette.


My love, you smell of death,
but you always pull me from the edge.

I wish I would have left,
now you're always in my head.

Smoke rises with regret,
but you help me deal with my stress.

I take another breath,
I take another cigarette.
A poem I wrote about the love and hate I hold for cigarettes.
 23° 
a m a n d a
you HAVE
to go your own way.

whether you like it or not,
that's where you're going.

you might as well
make it
weird and fun
as hell.
 22° 
Caleb John
You whispered

And the Stars came into existence

It's beautiful
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