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Semi-literate Poet
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Carlo C Gomez
"Every survivor of ****** assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported."

Rainwater of
the Elysian fields,
you assuredly do
like to drown your winged heroines?
You write them as strange
bitter narratives,
spurious to the calling
or as a bit of
bloodletting go.

The history formed around either
her breaking at the seams
upon the witching hour,
and her own home village
pillaging her claims
in the bonfire;
Or the arcane notion
no woman shall give testimony
against a neighbor
on the occasion he's a man.

Yes, she cried no at the temple gate
Yes, she repeated such entreaties
But she'd also been into the ale
and wore an overtly
fetching carousal dress
you incensed.
Let her dam break
Let her try and flood us over
you mocked.
She was only a wayfaring angel
one reckless bird of passage
What type of wounds
could she inflict?

How easily you lost sight
of her will & halo
becoming stronger than fright.
Down she poured in antipathy,
until covering your gaping mouth!
It wasn't rain that killed you,
for you were the rain,
it was her blood calling out
that finally did you in...
When it comes to ****** assault and/or harassment, a woman's voice needs to be listened to and believed.

Inspired by the poem "Dark Sky, One Star," by fellow HP writer Ashly Kocher.
Emma Price
You may be perfect on paper,
but you had no problem kissing her
~much love
Golden honey
Drip down my spine
Love me
Until your breath sweetens what’s left of mine
if I am not bipolar
then I cannot be saved
Eldon Wangdee
Crowed with people and music behind me plays circles by post malone
Stood at the corner
Was humming to myself,
Saw you playing with her *******,
Kissing her red lips,
Just stood still
Everything froze when you saw me standing at the corner of the room
The party plays memories
Couldn’t move ,
Saw you rushing to me,
The numbness and your explanations was the painful in my chest.
Chaniya Cameron
the begging
the pleading
of the flesh
a seducing song
vibrations resonate
will you obey the heat?
let it rise?
the taste, the odor
a dangerous game
will you let it release?
dancing in the flame
your insatiable appetite will only
Do you dance in the flame? Tempting it to burn you up?
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Time plays games
with me and
          she’s been winning
On an off-kilter axis,
Atlas, the world is spinning
a little too fast

It’s been months
already since I
          shed my masks

still somehow I’m surprised
it doesn’t show
how bright
I am
newborn it’s-a-baby-girl pink
                                                       (ar­e you excited?)
smooth skin meets the
peeling away scales grown
denying myself

You promised, Momma,
you’d never be embarrassed
how could you be
I mean
I am new-born-baby-girl pink
light and airy          
                          not so sure
                          its a sure thing
                          you’ll see


the truth is that I
don’t have to
open my mouth
               to be

                            and somehow

that makes it all

              a little

Swing open the gates and allow the herds to run free into the roaming pastures of my heart.
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
I can’t form my words
into sentences,
So try to write a song
but forgive me if it’s off key,
I’m not that talented.
People are imperfect.

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
none of this was ever real
BJ Donovan
I had it all perfectly balanced
  on a tightrope above the silent
  crowd. My pros and cons kept in
  an orbit my god would approve.
  *****, drugs, just enough to keep
  this meager thing going another
  day. Mild mannered in light, Poet
  by night rolling down a drunken
  path to fame or anonymity. I
  wake more unsteady each day.
caged up emotions
bottled deep down inside
my mind is a zoo
slowly eating me alive
inch by inch
I can't even begin to tell you what's left of me
if I introduced myself, you would never recognize
bruises and scars invisible to the crowd
existing just to die
is this life?
We are all broken here
A little misunderstood

We are mighty strong
We persevere in the dark

Bring on the raging storms
The wind and the rain
We are built from many tears
We are survivors of the pain

We strive for the lighter path
We always need the truth
We will never be cruel
For we know abuse

We were the innocent
The gullible and naïve
To believe at one time
We could be tattered hearts
Sewn upon each sleeve

Now we will amaze
As we stand tall on the ground
Because we have scars
It makes us
Beautiful and Profound
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
J Rodriguez
Every female at some point in some relationships ask them selfs am I that bad ? Am I not enough? Why is he trying to change me now ? Why do I try my best and it’s still not enough? Am I to fat? Why is everything about him ? Why don’t I feel important sometimes ? One thing I will say is if can’t accept you the way you are he is not worth it and for mans that go through the same remember you are worth it and more sometimes u need to change the person you are with not your self maybe just a little but whatever makes you feel better do it for your self not because someone is forcing you to .
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
If we examine now
What we are doing
And find we are not free..
We must then
Put the doing aside
Perhaps only briefly
And be the observer
Of the doing..
Then the observer
Absorbs the doing..
No observer..No doing
Just what is happening..
And we notice freedom
Making reentry...
Lexington Warner
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things

no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

not an ocean but
a stream softly
and rescuing
the lonely
the lost

not forever
but tragically
and every
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
Be the moon
and inspire people
even when you're far from full
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
honey tumbled from her lips
her kisses dusted with powdered sugar
even the stars
at the softest of her silken sighs
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 too *******.
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.
i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.
- ****.
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
Ella Black
i realize the most powerful thing
that’s ever walked this earth

lives inside me
controls me

it is my purpose
to bestow upon us

this very thing

and yet it is
the one thing

kept from me my whole life

- the truth
dove coo on cue
a bullfrogs alerts
a cattle pond of the rising -
brown scrub dancers on
whippoorwill nights
brittle autumn broom sage
silver sylvan Picasso's
Copyright December 2019 by Randolph L Wilson ** All Rights Reserved
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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
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.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
I hate no matter how far away I go,
A part of me always wonders
Where you went.
I miss you like the December earth
      Misses the sunlit rays on a cloudy day
Cold for you I yearn each dawn
      And churn and burn as the aching Pacific waves
A crashing hope upon wishes bent
      At 11:12 my world set straight  
And all that a man can do is wish
      That this will be the fated day
You walk into my life
      And stay
A storybook demands this stop. As Hollywood would guide me down the inevitable plot. But as for me and my house, I wait and burn for a deeper love.

Ick, screens are so shallow. LOL.
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