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Green is the prettiest color you’ve seen
hate to break things cause they dont agree
I tried different people hope that I could see
things they might like but still Im unhappy
#green #poetry
I used to have a little bird
Bernard was his name
Whenever I would call to him
Bernard always came

One day when I was cleaning
I left the window up a bit
Bernard up and flew away
The ungrateful little ****
caught in a conflict
one has my time
one has my attention

he has my heart
the other one has my affection

my heart is tied to both
but the strings are getting tangled

which one do I have a future with?
and if i never reach
the angels above the clouds
i am content
knowing their presence
blooms in my horizon.
city night life
Molly Eli
but all in all,
you're tricks aren't all that bad
i can still love you
can still find joy in your words
and the way your hands move

i can't help myself
if i'm paid to put up with it...
paid to watch
i'm fine with it
i love it,
in fact.

i wish there were more magic shows like yours
so that when you disappear
i won't have to be alone
Netanya Janel
I fell in love with the sound of the wind as it brushed past my ears
And I spoke to the breeze under my breath.
I let the sun illuminate the darkest shadows within me
And I felt them wither and burn into light.
I kissed the edge of the sky as it reached for my skin
And I closed my eyes so it could cover me entirely.
The emptiness that consumed me began to subside
Replaced by an overwhelming warmth.
I used to scream into my fists and pray for an escape
Until the moment your hand grazed mine.
Lost Indeed
I shall walk this earth alone
To forsake what is mine.
I will write all poems and sing all songs.
To find what is gold that doesn't shine.

I will dance to the stars.
And meet all gods.
I want to fly my heart to mars.
To and conquer all the odds.
i'm on a different level
of damage
my right brain signals
for a higher frequency
i was a lost cause.
i'm a mosaic
બે નારીયેલીઓ ની વચ્ચે થી નિહારુ છું તને, ખીલ્યો છે સોળે કળાથી આજે; લાગે છે પુર બહાર

વાદળો ની ઓટ માં થી જ્યારે જહાંકે છે તું, તારું સૌંદર્ય લાગે છે અનુપમ; સાચેજ છે એ અપરમપાર

ઓ ચાંદ, તને આજે, આમ ખીલેલો જોઈ, જાગે છે દિલમાં મારા, કુદરત માટે બેહદ પ્યાર

નદીમાં પ્રતિબિંબ તારું લાગે છે દિલકાશ, લહેરોમાં છે ચમક, નઝારો જોઈ છલકે છે ખુશાલી બેશુમાર

ઓ માહતાબ, મારા ચાંદને આપજે સંદેશો, ત્યાં દૂરથી, મોકલે મને એનો કોઈ સંદેશો અને પ્યાર.

પ્રેમીઓ ના સંદેશા આપતો રહેજે, એમનો વિરહ ઘટાડતો રહેજે, ઓછો કરજે દિલનો ભાર

માહતાબ પર આવે જ્યારે પ્યાર, કરે કોઈ એની સાથે વાતો, ત્યારે નજર આવે છે પ્રેમના આસાર

કલાકો નિહારતાં તને હું થાકું નહીં; ઘટાઓની ઓટમાં છુપાઈ જાય તું જ્યારે, કરું છું હું પ્યારનો એકરાર

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sophia L
I love myself more.
if tomorrow never comes
it must be the end of the world
and i know i won't be ready for afterlife

i won't say a final goodbye
but i know you're the kind of person
who likes defined edges and endings

so i'll settle for a compromise
when you say goodbye, i'll say goodbye
goodbye, that is, until next time
What's the deal?
I took the Pig dose
And now I squeal,
Every time
I smell leftover dinner,
And I'm fattening up
I used to be thinner.

Joe Bob Bulaski
He took the Cow dose,
Every time he sees a tree
He stands real close,
And just the other day
He yelled, "Moooooove over",
When I was approaching
His field of clover.

His twin sister Carla
Took the one for the sheep,
Now she wants to change her name
To Little Bo Peep,
And every time I talk to her
She says, "Stop Ba-a-a--a-thering me,
But she'll ask me to scratch her back;
She thinks she has fleas.

Now, let me tell you about
Old Uncle Morris,
He took three doses of the stuff
Along with Aunt Doris,
They picked the package
Labelled for Equine,
Now they're galloping in the pasture
And everything is fine.
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"

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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)
I love you
More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything
I loved you
And today I stood outside my mind
And I admitted it
I admitted this was real
I love you still but I know that I’d just give you my darkness and you’d be stuck in this life feeling how I feel
I love you too much
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
I ask you one thing:
ecstasy or misery -
which is prettier?
Hearsay, the more you forgive, the more they will love you. But every time you forgive them, you fall in love with them less and less. And the time they love you more than any other is very much the moment you decide to love them the least.
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
will i forget the color
of your eyes

or will i only feel
their hue
aching within me

will i get to love you

or will i only dream

will i remember
what gold feels like

or will i only feel
shades of blue

all the songs sound
better acoustic,
because they sound
like you

i want to be alone
with you

no one else
to tell us how to love
each other
or not to love

i want to love you

only if you want
me to love you too

will you want to love me
during my darkest moments
like i do you

there's nothing you
can do to scare me

only by leaving
can i be undone.
Here I am
broken I know—
Healing am I?
Wounds take time
to close.
Scars I have
from too many falls...
watch me
I’m on the rise.
Oh! What a day to be Alive.
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
I just wish I could see myself through your perspective;
You make me feel beautiful.

I’ll remember;
Credit card ice cream,
Summer afternoon,
Bright room.

You held the guitar
& I asked you a question.

It turned into a 10 minute song;
That made me smile the whole time.

Because you were smiling.
I love when I get to see you smile.
Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
it is returning to yourself.
You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"
i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:
i wish i was a soft girl
the ones you find in movies
with soft gentle voices,
with tears of honey,
and kindness that warms like golden sunshine
dewdrop flowers with ambrosial petals
blooming with unwavering patience and soft lips

instead i am just a girl
with too much love to give and a raspy voice
and i am angry
that i foolishly keep waiting
for someone or even maybe just me to lift the curtain
and see me
as a soft girl too
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
You are at times the sun
Shining white yet burning like fire
And at other, your are the moon
Glittering like gold and smiling cool...
It's been a miracle for me
To watch you every day
Though miles and miles away
Creating the magic of day
And night in my life !!
I want to spin
Myself into a
Just to
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
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.
When words are illusive
I meet you in my dreams
and new languages are born
May you persevere in matters of your heart
Immerse yourself in what you need to feel alive

May you press onwards even when you’d rather sink and

May you grow towards the sky just like the flowers you find that root themselves in the most precarious places but still manage to find the sun
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
while each hit is different
withdrawal is always the same
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