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The last memory I have of you
You were sitting in your car

With pleading eyes that said,
“Please don't go”
Although moments earlier
Your words said different.

I had kissed your cheek
And said one last

I waved as I drove away
With a heavy heart and a
Soul that did not want to
Ronza Jairy
Confront our past
this time it’s just natures way
of telling us to
all too much
all too less
miss you so much
cause you've been the best
so far
so near
Everybody's complaining about lockdown
But my feelings were already on lockdown long ago
And now they're on stand-by
a poem every day

i'm catching up with the notes, but life is asking a lot. i'm constantly tired, and very busy with school. i'll try to post when i can, but that's probably just gonna be when i feel like it.
Zhavaed Haemaed
Poetry, a language that few speak,
Poetry, when unexpressed was received,
Poetry, in solitude akin in crowd..
Poetry, a wandering soul's retreat !
Words, my saviour in every respite..
Words, the lifeboat when my ship capsized,
Words, that conjoin all mindful there are,
In words, I bid adieu amidst this subtle midnight !
John Destalo
our pants rolled up

bare feet dangling
in a cold lake

touch each other
a little at first

blood flows and
goose pimples grow

each foot has a mind
of its own

slow dancing beneath
the surface

whispering to each other

“the longer we stay
the warmer we get”
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
Masha Yurkevich

If they shut
schools for
too long,

moms will
find a solution
to the virus

faster than

Rupert Pippingford
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.
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
Close your eyes
See the air
Touch the ground
Taste the rain
Smell the sun
There's a rainbow
Do you hear it
Is it there
Do you feel
The earth's old rhythm
Do you feel
The ancient glare
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
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
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
Flowing through the rails
      topping all the trails
Running behind the sails
        leading to my tales
Blowing with the wind
         treating all the sinned
Rising above the lind
         pausing all the grind
I'm shapeless to fit in the piece
I use the abstract for the seize
An alley to the natives
But the baddy to the curatives
I'm challenging for them to figure
Also made them to gibber
Wondering the significance of my presence
Here you go with my essence
Rocking over the years
    ranking above the beards
Resuming the golden ages
   reducing the false wages
Singing with the chirps
      jumping with the fins
Talking with the souls
      giving time to console
Evolving to the best
   shaping with the crest
Investing your gold in the right
        believing on your might
Every 'once' ends with 'ever after' and
my ring will also break when its role is paid
Worrying leads to pain
Analyzing makes a new reign
I'm explaining to say my name and that's...
Inculcating CO-ordination in a RObust way to restore
the lost NAmes and that says...
after Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart"

my life is your life
it was never mine.
omission of submission
leaves no way out.
what's an offer of forgiveness
to a promise of betrayal?
a lost shepherd leading the blind.
under a loaded sky
someone sang
"there is a light and it never goes out"
a marvellous truth that
has taken my heart.
there is light somewhere
but not in my eyes.
heaven can wait.
the gods will have to delight in themselves
a little longer.
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
En del av något
Som gör det hel
En sak utan stort värde
Om det står ensam
En cell utanför en organism
En krydda före en måltid
En tegelsten utanför en vägg
Ett faktum utan vetenskap
Element finns överallt
De formar allt vi känner till
Från atomer till universumet
Från likgiltighet till kärleken
De är orsaken bakom livet
Resultatet av döden
Det finns så mycket att prata om
Jag har inte tillräckligt med papper
De andra elementen kommer stanna kvar
I mitt huvud tills de flyr
Gradvis igenom mina fingrar
Om få sekonder eller några minuter
Få timmar eller några dagar
De kommande orden kommer försvinna
Nedanför en ogenomskinlig filt
Tills jag kommer tillbaka
Och slår åter tangenterna|
Sameera Krishna
When i first saw you,
I captured my soul with your gaze.
How beautiful that moment was.
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
marc rios
Paint me
Paint my pain
Paint it all away

Brush them all
And let this sorrow go away

Use them colors
Any kinds and brands you desire

Just paint me
Paint my pain
Paint and cover it all the way
I want to spread your legs
across my sheets
like waves across a beach
and get you wet enough
for me to dive on in
until the depths of you
I reach.
Baby clouds cuddle up
Blue sky greets beauteous lake
Celestial  mirror
Harshitha Girish
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
Words cannot express
all the pent up rage and sorrow
that comes with a harsh exchange,
the apparent pain
as self worth shatters
in isolation and fear.
Doubled over with doubt,
words pierce deeper
than any wound,
and their voices
were never heard.
Words' Worth
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Sage Richardson
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

August 13, 2014
Love didn't end wars
It started them
No, I don't fall in love
'cause I don't wanna fall.
Yeah, I mute my phone
'cause I don't want a call.
You say so little, yet you think
that you're a know-it-all.
I won't fall in love
'cause I can't give my all.
I can't move on in life
'cause now I always stall.
I'm a human being, yet
you treat me like a doll.
I try to act so cool, but
I've got no life at all.
I won't fall in love 'cause
that means I've gotta fall.
Tori Alva
And although we might never cross paths
I wish you the best the world has to offer
You deserve to be happy
You deserve to find true love
I’ll always be here for you
Even if you decide to cut me off
I was thinking about my dear friend.
I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing within

But if I did
If I did...

You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you

I know that I am...
But I just...
I can’t let you see me like that
No one
Quietly my hand 

caresses the fire with joy;

I watch my hand burn.

My body drowns in

the ocean's gentle feathers;

emerged in slumber.

My hand reaches for

the stars, trying to grasp the

untouchable air.

Energy flows through 

your presence, travelling from

your very own core.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
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