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Terry Collett
No one
lives fahrever.

Boeht when we
were yooehng
we dooehght fahrever
was as good as fahr now.

And when we lay
in de lahng grass she said
I'll lahve you fahrever.

Soehn shahne
bright dat day
and was clooehdless.

We kessed.

A lahng lahng kess.

And I wanted de kess
to last fahrever.

Cancer took 'er-
and I guessed cancer
dedn't know
abooeht fahrever.

I dooehght ooehr lahve
was fahr always
boeht deat came
and it never.
Joe Marcello
The excitement for the young to be involved in a protest
With the belief that all these causes seem to make sense
Just remember to think of your future
Because good jobs are rare with a felony offense
Behind grit, grinding steel, razor edges.

In front, vultures circling, a small bird hits the window.

Rain, drizzling mists,white sky, gray waves

Everything wanting to go inside

The things men make
to keep us warm, that squirrels can wrap themselves into... cats and mice.

But the noise, the racket, the destruction to create seems unnecessary.
Even voices, loud trucks .. seems all intent on diminishing.
Brian Turner
I know ..
The thoughts you have of the future
I know ..
The lack of clarity and sense of frustration
I know..

That God had some part in this
I know..
That man had made this
I know..

We will come through this
I know..
We will prevail
I know.
Empathy in 2020
You discarded your faith
And picked up the bottle
Replacing one spirit for another
Ariana Solo
I wish you wrote me letters

I wish you wrote me poems

Instead of staring at the screens

Instead of texting on the phones
Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken
idk why but I've been in a little bit of a rut recently, just haven't been feeling like myself
The thing about being an artist.

People only look at the finished work.

Not at the soiled hands which made it.
You don't know how low I went,
to write something deep

You don't know the things I had to do,
To find my material

You don't know how I broke my hands,
to create the art before you
Why do you
let me hear
your melody
If you never
let me read
the lyrics?
Why do you
come to me
If you never
I want to swim
but you keep me
upon the surface.
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!
Erin Riley
You asked why
it’s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
He got her on a whim
   Drunk in love with a pint of      Hennessey
Drank their desires in a red cup
Filled it up to the  line of corrupt
Stuck in darkness, love gone
Wrong, passionate for nothing
When it doesn't belong
Sober we wake and find the damage is done
Nine months later, I have a son
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
J Poggi
Bluebird haven’t you heard

The blossoms are in bloom

The swans will be back soon

But bluebird where are you?

And as the sun sets,
I let my mind reset,
ready for the next day.
Jacob Lyons
I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it
I quite like this one
time did root
firmly steeped
to the chime before
its delicious wet bruise grew

my once upon a mind
pressed by reflection
saw lustrum's idle wave
awash in deeper cuts

for though these hands
wears blood dried
its scars are yours
to touch
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

xavier thomas
Ms. Flight attendant,
long time no see, love.
I miss you.
Queen from the west-side.
First-Lady flying across the country just to see me & only me.
Putting a smile on my face, Making me feel like I was your #1 priority.
As soon as you landed in my town,
You made sure to Text-Call- or FaceTime
-No matter where I be.
I stop by to listen to your every need & hold long night intellectual conversation.
While, you give me- “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice” Inglewood love.

One thing I can say is, you stay ready.
Hit different
No wonder why you call yourself ~ Lolly
What is your secret Miss thing???  👀

(Hope you & baby boy doing well during this pandemic.)
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
कविता का संसार
कल्पना है
इसका आधार
भंगिमाएं लाती हैं
इसमें निखार
शब्द मिलते
नहीं यहां उधार
शब्द कम हों चाहे
पर होना चाहिए
उनमें भार ।।
I'm falling for you  

Wonder when I'll hit the ground  

Or if we can fly
Kathryn Heim
the matter of age is in your head
where it will stay
until you are dead.
There will be good times

And there will be bad times

We're having the time of our lives.
Maria Etre
I played with all the tenses
but that also never changed what
could have been
will be
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
You are always innocent until proven guilty
Unless you are  black of course
Then you're always  guilty
If you are armed you're seen as dangerous
Unless you're black of course
Then your skin complexion is a weapon
All human life is equal
Unless you're black of course
Then you're nothing but a *****; dirt
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
Max Vale
My head was pounding,
The world was spinning.
I can't see my surrounding,
Pain is only beginning.

I could hear your voice,
You were weeping and crying.
In the background noise,
I could hear the medics trying.

The silence is creeping,
A sleep I can't escape.
My eyes were falling,
My vision full of shapes.

I'm sorry I didn't make it for you,
Hope you can find someone new.
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Ashley Chapman
I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.
Poetic Eagle
I never asked you to leave
Only advised to chase your dreams
Wasnt l part of the dream. Random thoughts

We are all but
In the eyes of others
In one’s own
The truth
The lies
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Poisoned eyes, mesmerized
By broken lies
Capitalized, magnified
In order to poison, eyes
We compromise, all this time
Repeating broken lies
Capitalized, magnified
In order to poison, eyes
Inspired by Guns 'n' Roses song called 'Civil War'
"History hides the lies of our civil wars"
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.
matthew Hulinsky
8 yup that's what I said
8 my lucky number 8
this has always been my lucky number
and it will always be my lucky number
now lets me tell you about the number 8
the first time a try to catch a ball it took me 8 tries
the first day I went to school it took me 8 day to get use to it
and i can go on and on and on but i won't
but as you can tell I have 8
my lucky number 8
hope you enjoy fridays poem
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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