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'Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?'

in the cemetery, no one marries, she
weeps for the fallen, for the widows and
the spinsters, she cries at the nights as
she lays on satin pillows and prays for the
generals to all hang on the gallows.
The moment our eyes met, I knew we were meant to be .
The moment we first kissed, I knew your lips were meant for me.
Th moment we first held hands, I hoped that we would last forever.
The moment we said I love you, I knew we were meant to be together.
The moment we shared our fears, I knew my heart belonged to you.
The moment we shared our tears, I knew that our love was pure and true.
the cost of getting over you
is my life
Andrew Layman
Your skin,
is the color of a rusty gate
your teeth,
collapse like the colliseusm
your arms,
flap gracefully like an albatross
and your eyes,
remain a mausoleum.

(EVIDENCE: Prior to her arrest, this romantic Valentine's Day card was found next to the bullet riddled body of Mrs. Hubbert's husband)
Preethi Richards
Getting entrapped in this word called

Love itself is not something beautiful as it seems to be ! It’s a myth!

Love is just like one’s irresistible feelings towards the other things and were unable to make any distinguishing between them and called it as LOVE
Jack R Fehlmann
Then was a fragile thing
As white and pouring
To drops on the freshly mopped floor.
My last few dollars dripping
Innocent eyes looking up at me.

"Ooooo! What a lovely mess you made."
That smile worth every penny.
I'm angry and I'm sad
I'm hot and I'm glad
I'm getting so mad

And I like you.

I want you so bad
I love you to bits
You're breaking my head

And I like you.

I wish you were dead
I hate what you said
I hate what you did

And I like you.

You're so stupid
You make me weak
I feel insecure

But I like you.

I like you
and I don't need that
I wish I didn't
Our minds are distant

And I like you
Do you see that?
You know I want that
You know I need that

Like me,
And I like you.
I've lost my novelty
I'm no longer the shiny new toy that held your attention
I've lost your interest
I'm no longer that person

You let the sparks fly
And the ignition start
The fire in the pit
Put out in the dark

Now cigarettes are all I taste
Numbing it down with scotch
Tingling sensations
I try not to take it to heart
This isn't me
Pass on
But can't move on from the past
It hurts when no one notices the real me
Missing the real me
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Qualyxian Quest
Why do they study religion
If only to discredit?

In Venice those old pigeons
I write but do not edit

Love is not enough
But now it's all I have

And words that cannot reach
And distantly a dad

Tragedy and chaos
The news all filled with death

Alone in my little room
Fear. Dearness. Breath.

there used to be someone in this body
that would love you

with every ounce of himself
but he left before you arrived

if he still lived here
if he was alive
the dirty poet
usually you think what you're supposed to think
a stray diseased notion may infect you
but the antibodies of society eradicate the menace
so the rivers of money keep flowing
into the oceans of the rich
and no one loses sleep
including you
Jaden Rivera
I love that music is an audio version of a book which is a mental version of a drawing which is a simplified version of a movie which is a combination of it all
all art is so important and it all is part of one thing
If it was love where are you?
If it were love, Would I take a bullet for you?
Would I stand in a cloud daydreaming what our futures would be?
Or would I ignore you, and get my degree?

If it was love where are you?
In a jumpsuit with your other girl to?
If it were love would you be at home with me?
Or would you be somewhere else, not worried about me.
Sleepless nights
Worthless fights
When can I experience
Your love so tight?

When will the Gods above
Grant us the never ending love
As the moon rise up
The dust of my broken hearts makes me cough

If I ever got the chance
I will grab you by the hands
Tell you, you are the prettiest poison
And the perfect solution.
Alex Scaife
You smiled so sweetly
And for a moment
I forgot how mad I was at you
Goodbye to the tears rolling down my cheeks
Goodbye to the bleeding through my sheets
Goodbye to fighting a battle I'll never win.
Goodbye to a world full of sin.
Goodbye to a hopeless night.
Goodbye...I lost my fight.
Yeah idk This just kind of came out of my brain. I hope you guys like it!
Jasmine Reid
The sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard,
no one would hear a peep

The sweetest sleep,
no one hears the breath

Ones heart thaws

When one can’t have the sweetest touch
Austin Reed
He’s not listening,
you whisper in tongues of love,
afraid to be bold.
Don't associate with love.
It seeds doubt and turns you inside out.
To stand for it is to stand for nothing.
There is no fate worse than that.
Lazarus Bertsch
Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why do you always throw me away,
Why are you always the main source of my pain,
Why cant you just look and see,
He's just fake and make believe,
But there's will always be love for you and me,
But the only thing u do is throw my love away,
Your the main Source of my pain,
You make my heart so much I just want to throw my life away.
Highlight my bruises.
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
I remember breaking it,
now it's back together?
I remember moving it,
but it's still around my throat.
Like a dog on a collar,
always coming back to his owner.
"Good boy."
Please call me a good boy.
in the back sat a guy with long hair,
and if you look at him he'd glare.
but if you sit down,
and upend his frown,
you'll find he's not much of a scare.
The most dangerous
disaster in human
life was trying to
get up a ladder
without legs
She was sitting on the road
Covered in tattered rags
Raindrops fell on asphalt
A hunchback came to her
She was scared
Until she was under his umbrella
i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself
a lot of people **** themselves to show someone how they love them, but if you did you will never be able to know if your love for them, made them smile
I send this with love but know that
I am no longer in love with you.
migayle ocuaman
are we but lonely dreamers
drifting upon a sea of twilight stars
not knowing when to wake
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha





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
Thom MasT
Ok, it’s 2 AM and
I am sitting in a
dim-light room
staring at a computer
writing prose
about living life.

What a contradiction!
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.
incapable of really
loving someone
to the very end,
if the goddess of love
can't find any
how can I
expect to find love
of my own
Boundaries broke the storm
Before it rose

So the glow settled

The beautiful put to bed
And wonder died while
It slept
Commuter Poet
‘I’m almost back to normal’
I told a friend today
He said …’if you’re almost normal
don’t go all the way…

…Stay a bit abnormal
It’ll be a clever touch
Normal and abnormal...
We’ll love you just as much!’
3rd Dec 2020
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