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Throw the pen.
water the paper.
lost like I'm ten.
I'm now a vapor.

Standing tall,
I think I'm gonna fall.
Eyes cold as snow,
Hits you like woah.

Hard like a stone,
This is what I know.
Love me like a bow,
You are my only goal.
You've been playing me,
And now I know,
How come I was acting like that,
But now that I'm not blindfold,
Hurts so much that loosing sight would be a delight.
David P Carroll
I'm writing this poem

Specially for you

Because sweetheart

You mean everything to me

Always and forever

You mean everything to me and

You'll be my beautiful sweetheart in life

And I dream of holding you

In my arms so tight

And every night I softly kiss you

Good night.
My Poem About You ❤️❤️❤️
Ringing in the background.
It follows me around to announce itself
Uninvited, to fill the gaps of my distraction.
It reminds me of what I have yet to achieve
Yet I argue back my lack of energy
We settle on coffee.
Once a week or twice
I seek to bring about a daily change
That laughs in the face of painful reality.
So until it happens, I'll watch the grass
The wind the moon the goddess
Her welcoming my change.
Kurt Philip Behm
Faith often hides
an idolatry within

Statutory mandate
—harbinger of sin

(The New Room: November, 2020)
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
you should have waited a little longer
just a little longer
my day was bad not my heart
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!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Imara Vaglez
never have i loved anybody the way i had loved you
nadia yahya
The stars shine, the sun rises.
The moon lights and the sky cries.
Even in dream, even in real life.
Even when the living is full of lies.
As day goes by.

I pen a poem
a beautiful
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.
Place your hands over my body
Let your touch get me high
Man this feels just like heaven
The best time of my life
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
Will my
be open
accept the
given to

I don't
Poetic T
Never be what some one
             wishes you

To be.

Be the genie,
and show
    Them your wishes.

Trust, friendship & empathy.
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
Oh how I wish...
I had been a longer chapter in the story of your life.
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
Nimisha Rana
Woke up in the morning
Standing in front of mirror

Staring at my self
Giving smile to my tired face

A smile with lots of mysteries
Deep down in my head

A girl standing here

She's broken in pieces by the pain ,
Her emotions faded away

She's wearing the smile
Hiding her tired face and
Covering the tears

She's surrounded by the sorrow, confusion and the lies
Still she's wearing the smile and
Hiding her tired face

She's dealing with anomous feelings,
poetry is trying to healing

She has no one to  listen her Complains
She has no one to share memories
She has no one to love
She has no one to make her laugh
She has no one to treat her good

She's jugged by everyone
She's being joke by everyone

Still she's wearing the smile
And hiding her tired face

All she has a mirror whom she look and talk with self
And the poetry her way of healing
And her mysterious smile to cover up everything...
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Maybe one day
We’d run into each other
Outside a cafe like this
In the heart of Paris

Two strangers who have
been in love for years

You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Deep within me
Is a hunger
A lust for life
An inability
To accept anything
Less than
I stand
At the doorway
Of coming of age
And wonder
Why love
True love
Seems to elude me
I long for the permanence of life love
The only One I can get that from
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
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
Dead lover
I bleed through words,
From the cuts given by the society.

I want to escape and fly like birds,
With a hope, it all ends my agony.
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

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Terra Levez
the shine in her eyes pulls me to her
but little did i know they were tears
sitting under the rosy sun
trying to escape the problems i cant outrun
waiting for the days to pass
people waiting for me to fall and crash
and i'm getting pretty close
underneath this sunlit rose
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.
A gentle kiss upon her forehead
Allowed a drowsy peace to settle deep within her
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
Darina Forgacova
You are not here
and I am so alone.
I feel like making love
with you my new stranger.
I am waiting for you.
When are you coming?
Anais Vionet
I need to stop being
sarcastic all of the time
- yeah, I'm on that.
I'm not a negative person - but my humor can be dry.
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