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How could he not taste the goodbye
In her kiss,
He thinks
As the street lights splinter
Into prisms through
His tears

He touches his lips,
But the ghost of her
Is already fading.
Eva Tell
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
The more you say
About a problem
The worse
It becomes.

If you say nothing
And let it fade
It ceases
to exist
Hot take right? If you think I'm racist, think again. I don't know anything about the subject that people are complaining about again, but I know that in general, the more you talk about a problem, the more it exists, and the worse it becomes.
"If you talk about it, it exists." - Morgan Freeman. Happy birthday Morgan Freeman.
Monicarmen Carrera
‪Ever felt so emotionally drained that you just... can’t?‬

‪• can’t cry, ‬
‪•can’t sleep, ‬
‪•can’t think, ‬
‪•can’t focus, ‬
‪•can nothing.‬

‪You simply

I was tired
So I retired
When I awake
It will cause a wake
that will shake the ground
all around
I had to make a new account
Valmir Zimberi
Two men on the road.

One white
The other black

One with the Bible
The other with the Qur'an

Why is it important?

After all they are seeking the same.
Build bridges, not walls.
Elué R G
By fear
Or by grace
I felt my feelings
Destroying themselves
Turning into ashes
In just a couple of flashes
Kelsey Banerjee
I know my god,
I see him in your eyes
I feel his lips on my ear
Like rain on sand
I can’t forget his power,
A fire that does not burn
But it brings life to the ashes
Gwendelyn Acosta
People are like a puzzle to me
I have to find the pieces that fit
To see the whole picture
when people ask,
they don’t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.
An Affair With Words

‪She’s having an affair with words‬
‪Through the pages she can read‬
‪With each new page, an adventure awaits‬
‪Where her mind can go be freed‬
‪From different times in different lands‬
‪Her focus does seem to be in demand‬
‪From women and from man‬
‪But alas, her love could not be had‬
Words took her to places
She no other way could go
She didn’t need their faces
Only a romanticist quote
She was having an affair with words
Words kept her spellbound
It was words that whispered in her ear
That made the sweetest sound
Words are what called out to her
Words put her in a trance
They helped her all along the way
Until she found true romance
Kent Delos Reyes
My favorite part of the day
Would be the lifeless stare
At the setting distant sun
As I pass another day older
Lovelyn Eyo
Look how the flowers
wear their beautiful garments
for the spring banquet

Look to the beauty of life, your spring time will come even when it looks gloomy... The flowers celebrate life, take a cue feom this beauty.... life is precious
If my mind lingers on the memory
of how it felt to look into your eyes
I fear that I may never want to look upon
anything else
I might insult the splendor
of my mind's vision
Of true and perfect love,
Symmetrical and pure.
The Untold
I slept with​ the moon smiling at me
    I dreamed of you.
But not all dreams come true,
    Because sometimes,
          We die in our dreams.
I wonder if the moon still smiles or it grieves the loss.
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
i don't understand it
but i can tell it's beautiful
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.
- only you have the uncanny ability to make me feel so incredibly forgettable.
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground

December 1, 2018
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
everything about you is beautiful
your soul, delicate & musical
through your eyes & lens

similar stories
from worlds apart
bound by invisible
quivering thread.

tying us as one

we look eye to eye
the light in one another
beside the setting sun.

from city skylines,
forests green
and lakes vast and blue.

the shared experience
of being human
is what binds me
to you.
just about the one thing we can all relate to. Being human. Loving each other and finding that connection within one another. To have acceptance for others simply due to having the shared human experience
Veda Laurenski
I am a musician
And a poet
And an artist.

I have the ear
And the mind
And the eye.

Which has qualified me to say,
Your heart and mind and physical design
Are beautiful in every way.
Welcome to my amusement park
There are many thrilling rides
Have some over priced food
Throw up where you like
Toss your trash on any path
Curse at my long lines
Don't worry about the mess
That's what I am for
So run along
And exhaust everything you can
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.
Yes, I'm a night owl
But I don't burn the midnight oil
I have my own way
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
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
My lonesome heart
I try to paint my heart red,
I use the blood that it has bled.
Before it was filled with dread,
But now it is simply dead.
Sewn together with some thread.
Because it was torn and spread,
By the things you said.
With lies you had filled my head,
You had me so mislead.
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
i'm going to let this stretch

and hope
that when it breaks
and snaps

the pain
won't be too much
Steve Page
I hate knees
Knees hurt on the way down
the stairs to breakfast.
Knees hurt on impact
when I pray in earnest.
Knees transmit pain
signals to my brain relentless.
I hate knees.
My more direct poems seem to get no views.  So I'm trying subtle.
precipitates of spite
sting deeper than an angry bee
even as I shudder in hate's bite
buds of resilience sprout in me.
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)
Ashly Kocher
Desperate times
Violent crimes
Inhuman acts
Facing the facts

Stand up
Take a stand
Violence is not the answer
Find a better plan

Let your voice be heard
Respectfully, but let it be known

We all matter
All lives are the same
From the inside
Stop all this madness
Suffering and pain

Peaceful and tasteful
Is the name of the game
Violence won’t solve the world
But if we stand together
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
Khadro Jama
Here’s my story!...
You matter!
We matter!
Humanity matters!
I am tired
Of constant living in fear
You tell me:
“I am a citizen”
You have Rights,
Then take away my rights!
I was socially profiled,
Arrested and booked!
It took me 3 years
I’m still catching up.
I was arrested because I had never had a record!
Black live matter
Not to be prosecuted before the judge.
You took an oath to protect and serve!
Black lives matter!!!!
I was socially profiled, I was accused, I had no forms Identification and I was arrested and transferred once cuz they didn’t want the trouble. Held for 12 hours( I was sober as mf)
These monsters,
someday, they will taste
all the fire their own hands made,
all the bombs they've ever thrown;
and their tongues will melt
at the very words of their own.

These monsters,
this color will be their grave;
by their skin, they can't be saved;
they will fall, crash,
they will all learn to kneel
to beg
to not choke on their slurs;

And someday, darling,
you will be able to breathe,
you will live;
you will feel you matter,
because, darling, you do.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
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