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Megan H
I never realized
How easy it could be
To lose yourself-

I stopped taking time for myself,
Gave myself to others,
Piece by piece.

Every time I put the puzzle back together,
Another piece was missing.
Or perhaps stolen.

One day I will no longer exist.
『 the path that looks the hardest is in fact,
the easiest way to go. 』
- ukai
It isn't the hard work of which I hate
to pluck meaningful phrases from thin air
it's Villanelles are hard to fabricate,

I can roll my sleeves, to tackle work, mate
and tackle with will but even with care
it isn't the hard work of which I hate,

or the sad fact that self will self berate
or that one can't insert with some kind of flair
it's villanelles are hard to fabricate,

but I'll battle on, correct or delate
you've heard of the phrase lol of  ''she who dares''
it isn't the hard work of which I hate,

I guess it's not part of the human estate
or of a struggling with human affairs
it's villanelles are hard to fabricate,

but, I shall end now, it is getting late
and I'm getting headaches from this page glare
it isn't the hard work, of which, I hate
but villanelles, are hard, to fabricate!
Cranberry Mulvin
i didn't mean to-
i dont know
i cant
             i say it so much it starts to mush
to  blend
to become montone
sometimes I wonder if this
is the dream, the one where I relive
my entire life, just before I die.
Destroy Christianity in America & you open the door to autocracy. This is why the Bill of Rights is modeled after the Ten Commandments. The Founders wrote it. They preached it. Laws are based on philosophies {community standards, common law, tradition, logic} and must be enforced. Enforcement entails punishment. Laws aren't suggestions; they are commands. The goodness or righteousness of a statute is always up for debate which is why prisons are so popular.
And suddenly we weren't strangers
in a crowd.
Disregarding distance,
the miles mean nothing
if shes there
at the end of the road.
With kind eyes of hazel
even warmer than her name
and a voice that buckles my knees
she has a heart of gold.
And she doesnt need me.
Yet chooses to be
No words
can do this feeling justice.
But shes a sunset on the beach,
A cold night sitting by the fire.
The light shining through the trees.
She's everything that inspires
me to be.
William J Donovan
I'm 70 and blush like a 10 year old
     crushing on the girl with snake hair.
     She's electric and boombox loud laughs
     and shakes me from my very foundation.

     I have my life packed into boxes ready
     to sell for pennies at the yard sale.
     I can't dance. Rhythm was never my thing.
     I don't want to fall in love with you.

     This valentine inside my chest betrays me.
     I'm always ready to fall in love with trouble.
     The ashes smoldered and now come alive and
     We'll burn with lust in uncertain tomorrows.
Such serious desperate pleading words
Surely backed by something robust, important and
Respectable !
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
charles bateman
Sunlight glistening waves crashing down , living waters , you shall thirst no more . Inner beauty without blemish unflawed. Love unrequited is thigh reward. A beating heart living long in your disdain , yours is a tumultuous companion ,seek thee a dry quiet plain and there find your peace , not undone but complete without end.
I think you died
you forgot to tell me

no invitation to the burial or the funeral
why didn't you tell me

was it an accident
tell me

why did you leave me so easily
for a boy who will only give you heartbreak

my friend died
she said I can't talk to you anymore
haven't heard from her in months

happy new year
you threw away our good friendship like a piece of paper

I'll visit your grave one day
press all your flowers and crush the ashes into the wind

you're dead to me
I know you're in trouble
only you can save yourself now
I’m made of rubber
Worn thin over time                        
Used over and over                                            
My heart is elastic,                                                                                    
It snaps back into                                                                      
Place, but it breaks                                                
When your blade gets                
Too sharp.

I feel like a balloon,
Floating some days                                                      
Then punctured on            

Mend me,                                                              
Breathe me                                
Back to life…
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to



within the folds

of your mind


the sweet softness

of your soul,


as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.
euphoric jinx
i'm so sorry if anyone has ever made you feel like its hard to love you
i love you
you can't runaway from love.
Kafka Joint
To be,
To have,
To be had?
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
Octavio Paz
Habla deja caer una palabra
Buenos días he dormido todo el invierno y ahora despierto
            Una piragua enfila hacia la luz
Una palabra ligera avanza a toda vela
El día tiene forma de río
En sus riberas brillan las plumas de tus cantos
Dulzura del agua en la hierba dormida
Agua clara vocales para beber
vocales para adornar una frente unos tobillos
            Toca la cima de una pausa dichosa
Y luego abre las alas y habla sin parar
Pasa un rostro olvidado
Pasas tú misma con tu andar de viento en un campo de maíz
La infancia con sus flechas y su ídolo y su higuera
Rompe amarras y pasa con la torre y el jardín
Pasan futuro y pasado
Horas ya vividas y horas por matar
Pasan relámpagos que llevan en el pico pedazos de tiempo todavía vivos
Bandadas de cometas que se pierden en mi frente
¡Y escriben tu nombre en la espalda desnuda del espejo!
            Moja los labios en la piedra
partida que mana inagotable
Hunde tus brazos blancos en el agua grávida de profecías inminentes

    Un día se pierde
    En el cielo hecho de prisa
    La luz no deja huellas en la nieve
    Un día se pierde
    Abrir y cerrar de puertas
    La semilla del sol se abre sin ruido
    Un día comienza
    La niebla asciende la colina
    Un hombre baja por el río
    Los dos se encuentran en tus ojos
    Y tú te pierdes en el día
    Cantando en el follaje de la luz
    Tañen campanas allá lejos
    Cada llamada es una ola
    Cada ola sepulta para siempre
    Un gesto una palabra la luz contra la nube
    Tú ríes y te peinas distraída
    Un día comienza a tus pies
    Pelo mano blancura no son nombres
    Para este pelo esta mano esta blancura
    Lo visible y palpable que está afuera
    Lo que está adentro y sin nombre
    A tientas se buscan en nosotros
    Siguen la marcha del lenguaje
    Cruzan el puente que les tiende esta imagen
    Como la luz entre los dedos se deslizan
    Como tú misma entre mis manos
    Como tu mano entre mis manos se entrelazan
    Un día comienza en mis palabras
    Luz que madura hasta ser cuerpo
    Hasta ser sombra de tu cuerpo luz de tu sombra
    Malla de calor piel de tu luz
    Un día comienza en tu boca
    El día que se pierde en nuestros ojos
    El día que se abre en nuestra noche

Espacioso cielo de verano
Lunas veloces de frente obstinada
Astros desnudos como el oro y la plata
Animales de luz corriendo en pleno cielo
Nubes de toda condición
Alto espacio
                        Noche derramada
Como el vino en la piedra sagrada
Como un mar ya vencido que inclina sus banderas
Como un sabor desmoronado

Hay jardines en donde el viento mismo se demora
Por oírse correr entre las hojas
Hablan con voz tan clara las acequias
Que se ve al través de sus palabras
Alza el jazmín su torre inmaculada
He aquí que llega la palabra almendra
Mis pensamientos se deslizan como agua
Inmóvil yo los veo alejarse entre los chopos
Frente a la noche idéntica otro que no conozco
También los piensa y los mira perderse

Como la enredadera de mil manos
Como el incendio y su voraz plumaje
Como la primavera al asalto del año
Los dedos de la música
Las garras de la música
La yedra de fuego de la música
Cubre los cuerpos cubre las almas
Cuerpos tatuados por sonidos ardientes
Como el cuerpo del dios constelado de signos
Como el cuerpo del cielo tatuado por astros coléricos
Cuerpos quemados almas quemadas
Llegó la música y nos arrancó los ojos
(No vimos sino el relámpago
No oímos sino el chocar de espadas de la luz)
Llegó la música y nos arrancó la lengua
La gran boca de la música devoró los cuerpos
Se quemó el mundo
Ardió su nombre y los nombres que eran su atavío
No queda nada sino un alto sonido
Torre de vidrio donde anidan pájaros de vidrio
Pájaros invisibles
hechos de la misma sustancia de la luz
"One step at a time is enough to get you there."
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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
rig f laurel
when i died the first time
inhaling an ocean
they said
this was not the plan
turn back.

and when i did
i tried to fly with no lessons
nor wings
and they called me

but i came round
and sought a chainsaw
and then a mermaid
and then death herself
i think she was

and each time
they said the same thing
over and over and over and over:
wrong destiny. wrong destiny.
go again.

the instructions are in a language i do not possess.
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Don’t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
rig f laurel
i know not the love of me
i scarcely feed myself full
i leash desires to ashes
i tremble when still for long
i blindly accept defeats
i am never hot of mind
i want no more than little
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
dip your fingers into the richness of my soul
dip yourself into the depths of my love
dip your body into the thickness of my thighs
wanderlust in my love
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
Mitch Prax
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
Jonas ernest
Feel like I'm floating. People talk but I don't really hear. Bought a cat cause I'm lonely but now I despise it because it needs.

Windows have frost, maybe vitamin deficient. Jack it to memories of a faceless  beauty on a night that cared so long ago.

But now I'm haunted. I'll see it soon. Just wish I could be alone; truly, truly, truly alone.  Where no light shines but withers
How was your morning


This, is a noon
and, it smiles to me
When it's nearby
to the evening
and the evening said:
to the night
in a time when the night
give salute to my bed
And, I delivered a sharp
bang at my
sleeping door

Karly Codr
sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
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
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
Eshwara Prasad
We are cutting down the tree of life.
John Destalo
like the moon
I go through


some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or

it is just a

I am going through
Thom MasT
I’ve become cautious
about what I want,
maybe even a little suspicious
that it blocks my view of
what I need.
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.
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