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There was an angel who fell from the sky
And I mended his broken wings
But it pained me so
When he had to leave
He blessed me goodbye
And kissed me on the cheek
And promised that
He’d come back for me
a late-night written poem
Dennise De Vera
A love,
Beside you.
Destined since then.

Chances and changes
For lies
You become.

Now, drunk
Confusion and lies
A garbage cycle,
Either make you or break you.

The question lay unanswered:

He or Him?

The wheel of truth and clarity,
A cog that kept on turning and churning,
Twisted a snake to death.
You know what it means. There is no love for you here.
Your fingers are caught,
entangled in my ribs,
my heart is in your palm,
and our time is running thin.

If this is what it feels like,
to fall out of love,
then I take back every kiss,
I take back every touch.
they say its a key
but I don’t need to unlock it
when I've seen
what's behind them

it doesn't prevent it
but rather demotivates

Yet I sustain
my hope
and wonder.

I push on
until I set off
and I do so 
with as much knowledge
in my head 
as I have power
in my legs.

I woke up a second

I was i am i'll be

Doesn't seem to break me

I'm the only name

I reckon
Ella Clark
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.

On my knees, falling to the ground, in your arms, screaming,

I never got to say goodbye.
A piece from a larger body of work about the death of my best friend.
Dr Peter Lim
The world will never, never be OK
  as long as everyone insists on their say
I see you every
night elongated in warm
dreams on Summer skies.

I touch my face with
your memory now still warm.
My fingers smooth tears.

I am sad in the
act of kissing you. Goodbye
is a sorry dream.

I see you every
day through the scrim on the
Proscenium stage.

Goodnight Sweet Prince I
knew you well. I hold you still
in my folded hands.

Caroline Shank
Saïda Boūzazy
She wanted to smile 
Yet, she fell down  
A shooting star is coming down  
Generating madness in the heart of sadness 
Dawn in the Dawn  
A Broken bird  lies  alone,
in the agony of sadness and madness.
Death is not your aim, Life is not for fame
Between lines of nature’s rhyme,
Luck is not the same.

Mouth is not to mime, lust and luster’s chime
Beggar’s garb on dame,
Why the heart not flame?

Tin of humanity shame, opened loud to blame
Without having the brame,
Uttered vanity claim.

Time is not to tame, minds of ruthless lame
Do your little dime,
Not for name or acclaim.
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

believed that she was rare
only to realize
she's one of a kind
take my hand
lead me
to a world full of
shimmering brooks
towering trees
glistening meadows
and dancing fireflies.
show me a world
hearts are never broken
and laughter fills the air.
let me live in a
world where
our love can stay golden,

are the paradise in the woods
we all have a paradise in the woods.
Because she makes me happy.
its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here

dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
Mandla Wa'Ntima
Children playing in the open field,
Aloof, a mother lovingly watches on
My dreams fulfilled
You gave me the gift
Of remembering
That it’s ok
To not have to pretend anymore
That’s it’s ok
Just to be myself

when you
and not tell
the whole truth,

you leave me
in a position
where I can
but can't forget.
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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Nagalakshmi kp
A halo around her head
Is a tiara embellished,
Her touch is of midas
Turns even mud into gold!
O giver of our daily bread
You are our forgiver,
You are somewhere
Hidden in the skys,
Your children we are
The beacons of hope!
Will never retreat
Till we have a leap!
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
I'll take to the streets with my flame,
Light up their darkness
So they can see the strength in my words.

I will not be silenced,
Made meek by the fear that my shoulders are too broad
For their expectations.

I will climb their walls
And fight for my right to love when I want
Or cry when I must.

And when the battle ebbs,
I will calmly sit beside the river and wait for you still.
Every single one
Would throw fire if they could
And try to forget
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
Norman Crane
do you remember
days of being young
the creaky swing
we pushed each other on
as the horizon
rising and falling like a scythe
sliced away
the moments of our lives
Worse than a nightmare;
Worse than death;
It is being alive with so much pain inside.
I found myself lost and alone
struggling to feel free
but as time moved along
I knew I could be a better me.
Your eyes see my pain,
As destiny breaks our souls.
This is where we part.

I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
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
Ghost of Jupiter
I could write a million poems about
about how wondrous you are
how you have opened up
the midnight sky
to show me galaxies
that I never knew existed

or of how you
plant gardens, a burst of blossoms
in every color
blooming eternal in my heart
just for you

or how you have pierced through
the ashen veils of grief
hanging over my eyes
to give me glimpse
of sunlight again

I could write a million poems
but my words
will never be enough
to tell you
how much you mean to me and
how much I so deeply
love you

Anthony Collazo
May the mind of the broken rest
in the pond of forgets
where the past chains break free
from the pillars of regret
We often allow our selves to be overwhelmed with things that have long passed remember the lesson that it brought but realease all the stressing that is done
Mary Anne Norton
Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm
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