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When I die...
Will you visit me sometimes?
Wearing a nice suit,
Would you leave flowers by my name
and say a few words to get through a bad day?
Kelly McManus
They try to warn you
poets and musicians too
but fear's a deaf ear

              Kelly McManus
Glenn Bering
Clouds above the sky
I wonder why..
Is it the gloomy feeling that rests
or is it reality that I am afraid to attest
late nights
cold walls
calming skies
all the stars
watching us
while we sit
and talk
about the secrets
in our hearts
and heavy thoughts
in our minds,
It’s comfort.
just you and me
and the stars we see
thank you
When you mourn
You mourn with the moon
Because she too
Weeps at the tragedy
Joyce Matula Welch
This joy is rare.
My tears—
bright warm stars
make salty trails
from eyes to chin.
j a connor
I hate that I care
I hate that I love so ******' easily
And I hate that they just don't
they never do.
but the minute I don't...they do.
ahh. well.
My good God

What are you.
I love you.
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)
In the peaceful magical world
where I would be living

No one would dream of a better world
as the one we've been given.
There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.
Infamous one
The plan failed from college to reality from books to working an average joe job. His mindset was not the same for normal people he would ask questions so he could know. While everyone was use to the chain of command. He observed never felt threatened or challenged.
School was another monster around things that growing up was bad is now good all of a sudden justified or socially accepted. He was mind blown.
That world was another side trying to make sense of it all
Bring me back my love
Whom god hath torn asunder
Bring me back my love
I can stand the solitude no longer

Darling come to me
Darling please
Don’t leave me alone

Wherever you may be
Is where my spirit longs to be
Talk to me, darling
I’m still me
I may not be with you
On Earth anymore
I know we said goodbye in one way
That night on that floor
But darling I love you
Always and true
Nothing could take me away from you
Daily and nightly I shall persevere
Until the right day that you find me here
And then we shall continue
The work we began
For the seventh generation
To make its stand
All is well here on Earth
For just one more day
Let us fly off together briefly
Like the pair of
Monarchs we are
This dropped on me out of nowhere as soon as I stopped to watch a Monarch Butterfly in a big Oak tree. It was almost like she was dictating it to me. As she flew around at the end I got the lines mixed up and then had to edit it a little as she came back into view. When I tried to photograph her she freaking hid behind a leaf hahahaha! Why was I not surprised. She finished telling me the poem and then flitted off with her mate, who I had not noticed before then.
Luis A Estable
I do here give voice,
The poet is this:
The incarnation of the word
That at the start was with the Father.

If I do put a worth on him,
Let it be with this caution:
All definitions fail the task
Be the teller great or small.

But he is the maker of the best
That humans have to offer.
His expressions are the best
Of feeling, meaning, and beauty.
Lost Soul
I spent 83 days wondering why
1,992 hours crying
And 7,171,200 seconds dying a little more inside

I can't say I'm sorry for what happened before
I left because
I didn't matter to you anymore
we gon be alright
we gon carry on our parents fight
we gon love our life
we gon change our times
we gon be praying for you, for that light
we gon speak, gonna use our voice
we gon march all day, all night
we gon be alright
Tony Anderson
If tomorrow never comes for me
If I shall not wake in the morning
Would you know I love you
Would you know I care
Diksha Prashar
people always see the surface
they don't know the depth
i lay in
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Maria Mitea
-  thinking of you, until when.

when. not seeing you.

- stretching out my hands (like a blind man)
stepping on sounds -
pieces of glass underfoot

keeping you pierced in my heels. until

when. i can't hear you.

- softening your steps with my lips

when. i don't touch you.

i don't touch yourtouch.  


i cry
I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
Stephen S
613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.
It's a bitter taste
On the back of my tongue
The growing seed of hate
Spreading into my lungs
some hold the high ground
claim it as theirs
soon to realise they have built on sand.
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.
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
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
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Warm hypnotic breezes blow
The air is fresh and clear
Comfortable to breathe
A weeping willow bends to and fro
Its branches reaching towards the sky
The sky is light blue with a scattering of white clouds
Lulling one into a state of peace
Wind chimes play their melody to the rhythm of the wind
The willow tree leaves glisten from the sunlight
What a perfect summer day if only it could go on forever...
Trickling words
Drip drop
Flickering words
Burn hot
Whispering words
Never forgot
i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.
Betthia Mae
I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.
jane heisserer
running through fields of green
just You and me

dancing and laughing
completely carefree
Eshwara Prasad
The naughty breeze pushed even the most emotionally stagnant people into a romantic mood.
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