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We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In oneโ€™s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
 200° 
Dr Om Prakash
I travelled in an alien site
I'll remember it forever,
I was in a land so bright
Its people filled with fervour !

Everywhere I heard the chatter
The roadside cafes brimmed
With zest and laughter,
Oh, it was like Eden trimmed !

Alas, the morning alarm sounded
Sobbing, I woke up, grounded!
# utopia  #  dream
 188° 
August
you consume every thought
and my heart will never beat the same
now that it beats for you
 173° 
Arthur Blank
O' how you whispered
In fair weather, then came rain
And you were silent.
 149° 
Leonardo Shepherd
All in all corresponding to the next level of vibrations. Balancing rhythm between the polarity. The effect of the cause of gender. Light birth from the Womb of Darkness. Good Night my Eternal Love.
 128° 
Traveler
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 119° 
Luna Pan
your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura
 119° 
m
the better part of last-minute
and i spend it staring at your lips;
the poems spill out of your mouth
and stain my hand-me-down rug;
as if our brokenness is compatible,
my masochism needs company
and you are eager to disappoint.
the tongues and whispers of secrets
in a cyclical nature; i have been here before.
the familiarity the fear the focus:
the fallacy of finding love in an empty heart.
please
 112° 
lexk
when the lights are out,
when everything turns silent...

that's when I lay in bed,
our song playing softly.

in the world of darkness,
I repeat your name like a broken tape...

praying that you'll come back,
hoping that in the end it's still going to be
you and I




f.t
WIKI: Doggerel is poetry that is irregular in rhythm and in rhyme, often deliberately for burlesque or comic effect. Alternatively, it can mean verse which has a monotonous rhythm, easy rhyme, and cheap or trivial meaning. The word is derived from the Middle English dogerel, probably a derivative of dog.[1] In English it has been used as an adjective since the 14th century and a noun since at least 1630.[2]
 78° 
Palak Datta
He asked me- "Why are you still a ******?
I smiled and said- "I'm good at DIY"
.
..
...
The science of our body is such that it doesn't distinguish between ******* and ****** ******* since, the end result is the same.

Then why do we lust for people? Why do we look for mates even when we aren't planning to prove Darwin's Theory of Survival of the Fittest!
 64° 
Christina P
I was unhappy
and I know you felt it.
Because one day
with no warning,
you said goodbye.

Without looking back,
you just left me
on the side of the road.
With a shattered heart
and broken dreams.

Your last words to me
still ring in my ears,
before I go to sleep at night
and the moment I wake up.

"I can't stay.
Because if I do,
you'll walk away.
If there's one thing
I've learned in life,
it's to leave
before you get left."
He
Broke my wings
So I couldnโ€™t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldnโ€™t

Die
 58° 
Acme
God help me in these godless times.
A black sabbath, corrupted holiness
inhabits our hearts and souls.
Sulfur from Satan delivers his kiss.
 52° 
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
 46° 
callie joseph
she
i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone
the lit cigarette was smothered by the sand as the rains came in
 38° 
vyvyenne
when I think of you
the skies between my thighs turn all shades of pink and blue
and then my heart begins and starts
god, I donโ€™t know, what do I do?
till all my guards and well-kept parts
melt right into your skin and through
 33° 
Sabene
She fell,
Fell from the heavens,
With skin as bright as the moon,
With skin that glowed as bright as the sun,
She was heaven,
And she was hell,
She was kind,
And she was mean,
She was humble,
She was proud,
She was happy,
She was sad,
Who was she but the most beautiful person I had ever seen,
 33° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
itโ€™s already

good enough.
 32° 
Salman
I stare up at the sky
with the moonlight shining down on me.
you fell in love with a
dangerous woman,
now everything is going to be alright.
she was so into you,
but she was always going side to side.
let me love you, she said,
but I guess you were greedy
now you have to leave me lonely.
everyday wishing that sometimes
I don't care, I wish I didn't care
bad decisions led me to this
you just want to touch it
but boy did I wish you knew better,
I was meant to be your forever boy,
but instead, I'm here thinking bout you.
 32° 
Jeanette
I.
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

II.
Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

III.
The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.ย ย 

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protectย my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

IV.
Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
A friend of mine told me
I write when Iโ€™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
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 26° 
rk
and now
at the end of our days
when we have nothing left
but our memories,
if i could tell you
just one thing
it would be how much
my heart burns for you
and that our love
will remain
my sweestest hallelujah
and outshine every star
in the night sky.
- my soul will search for you in each lifetime.
 26° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 25° 
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.
 25° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 24° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 23° 
Qualyxian Quest
When the elevator tries to break you down
Go crazy.
Punch to a Higher Floor!

(And he died in an elevator)
 23° 
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 23° 
Renae
Don't worry,
you are breathing still

You can still feel

The second hand slides
as the hours fly by

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ...........

You can still taste
that last piece of cake
you stole from the wrong man

And you cannot give it back

It's too late

You found your fate

All you can do
is wait for the end
 23° 
Satan Dark
I stand alone my soul and me
Beneath the mask that others see
A pain that tear and bites and will not bend
Only when I sleep will it end
 22° 
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 21° 
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)
 21° 
leila
..
I never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..
 21° 
caroline
โ€œSocial media is taking over our lives,โ€
she tweeted angrily.
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