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If a clown comes at me
I will have  to run him down
Deep dark night
Where am I
Supposed to be a party
If he comes at me
I will run him down
Head back to Blacksburg
**** that clown
Ana Laag
Do I write again?
Or just keep it to myself?
'Til I bleed so much?
Sometimes to win a war,
one must douse his sword with poison.
Idek at this point :3
I know that I
Havenโ€™t been sleeping much
And I donโ€™t know why but
This things thatโ€™s keeping me up
Even waking me up
You never even notice my
Open eyes and deep sighs
Under the covers, together but alone
Gee I wonder what it is
Looking back I see nothing
Not a single thing feels ok
Not a single achievement
that I could call mine
Could see nothing coz have nothing to see
After all I am nothing but
a worthless doll

Fell and stood many times
No-one cared whether or not  I was fine
No-one was there to call them mine
Sad, depressed and lonely
all at once
That's none other than this
worthless doll
i wish i wish
upon a star
to go to a land
that's not so far,
it's a land that we can't go into with a car,
no no, not with a car
but with our heart.
thank you for reading
Sheila Haskins
Iโ€™m not a hero in any sense of the word
Iโ€™m not a brave heart, not a tough guy
I question so much in this head of mine
I question but get no answers most of the time
In my head goldfish swim round senselessly
I am forgetting all the things I said
I read but I am not well read
My head keeps spinning relentlessly
Is this uncommon, can I be mad
Is this the norm, it makes me feel sad
To think of the cruelty that we face
The money and all the wars it creates
I want to be a hero, to save the world
I want to be an angel, but I am just a girl
Making her way when every single day
Is an agony of indecision, a catalogue of division
So Iโ€™m not a hero in any sense at all
But if you are a hero, a brave heart
Please save the world, answer the call
I just want to ask,
will you cry if I die?
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 used to be scared of you
Too much of a good thing,
But now you are a building block
To help it all to sing.

You are bold and bright and brazen,
While you compliment so well.
Once I understood you
In love is what I fell.
...or love
Like a kindled fire it smokes

Upon the wood it grows

With no ventilation it chokes

Turning thy friends to foes

From thy tongue in thy cheek the flames doth crack

With the empty words we billow

Tears of sap seep with each fiery snap

As we burn the weeping willow

Withdraw the wood from thy furnace

And if the charred remains ever smolder

Then inward thy glare must turneth

For these flames shall make thee ever colder
David Delgma
แƒกแƒแƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ—แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ แƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒ?
แƒ”แƒ•แƒ แƒแƒ–แƒ˜แƒ แƒ•แƒ”แƒฆแƒแƒ  แƒ˜แƒขแƒ”แƒ•แƒก แƒแƒ‘แƒ แƒ”แƒจแƒฃแƒ›แƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒแƒก.
แƒ›แƒ˜แƒฌแƒ แƒœแƒแƒชแƒ•แƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒก แƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒคแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒ’แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒœแƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ— -
แƒ™แƒแƒšแƒ—แƒ˜แƒก แƒแƒ แƒ, แƒชแƒ”แƒชแƒฎแƒšแƒแƒ•แƒแƒœแƒ˜ แƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒจแƒฎแƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒก แƒฆแƒ˜แƒ แƒกแƒ˜แƒ!
แƒ”แƒ•แƒ แƒแƒ–แƒ˜แƒ แƒ•แƒ”แƒ  แƒ“แƒแƒ˜แƒขแƒ”แƒ•แƒก แƒแƒ‘แƒ แƒ”แƒจแƒฃแƒ›แƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒแƒก.

แƒ•แƒ˜แƒœแƒช แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒ—แƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒ‘แƒแƒ แƒ™แƒ˜แƒšแƒก แƒ’แƒแƒขแƒ”แƒฎแƒก แƒ“แƒฆแƒ”แƒก แƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ—แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜ แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ˜แƒ.
แƒ˜แƒฅแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘ แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒ—แƒšแƒแƒช แƒ˜แƒ‘แƒ”แƒ แƒ˜แƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒแƒ‘แƒ แƒฌแƒงแƒ˜แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ’แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ“แƒ”แƒก?!
แƒ›แƒแƒœแƒแƒ› แƒกแƒแƒœแƒแƒ› แƒ’แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒฎแƒ“แƒ˜แƒ— แƒกแƒแƒ›แƒงแƒแƒ แƒแƒกแƒ—แƒแƒœ แƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒแƒก.
แƒ’แƒแƒแƒœแƒแƒ—แƒ”แƒ‘แƒก แƒฎแƒ•แƒแƒš แƒžแƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ—แƒ” แƒ™แƒแƒ•แƒ™แƒแƒกแƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒก, แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒ“แƒฆแƒ”แƒก -
แƒกแƒแƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ—แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ แƒกแƒฎแƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒ!
แƒกแƒแƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ—แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ แƒกแƒฎแƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜แƒ!
Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)
Reverse poems are great my doods
The Devil
came down to reason...
His ethics no longer conflict
I think it only fair to say
twas true love
I mostly missed...
Traveler Tim
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.
FC Azaele
I think i'm..
falling apart at the seams
with little to no sleep and horror-filled dreams
I cannot think straight
why bother to think of a lie to deceive
the things i'm falling into, now even stumbling on my gait;
There isn't sincerity in my smile
and wrinkles somber seen in my style
My hair's a birds mess
I don't think I call it any less
than that.. a mess
There's so much abandon
to the happy, frolicking days
I think i'm falling apart at the seams
with no more than horror-filled dreams;
A tearing mind, screaming
into the empty, silent winds
maybe i'm letting myself sabotage myself to fall apart at the seams.
Oh, maybe I am.. it seems
To the comments: Thank you. ๐Ÿงก
I'm so glad you're moving on
Just don't call me
When it goes downhill
In fact,
Don't call me at all.
everyone seems to see
a dimmer version of meaning
than i do
itโ€™s starting to mess with me
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm

into wondering
if I'm behind in

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
wax candle prose
by plain poet hands
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
but bland
Ashley Kay
Dust particles flicker
Like snow suspended
In the back and forth
An ocean of mo(u)rning
Light polishing pieces
Into small sea shells
Fragments of another
Body, of another life
Mark Toney
hardwood memories
well-rooted, time-tested, safe
~ hiking in mind's woods

Mark Toney ยฉ 2021
Poetry form: Haiku - Mark Toney ยฉ 2021
The universe loves a bad joke.
Travis Green
There was an overflow of soul
Coursing through his gloriousness
Amazing vibrations, blazing brightness
Rhythmic highs, shimmering poetry
Imprinted within his kingdom
He is a sweet flower of the light
A softness, a uniqueness
A burning flame that I yearn
To unite with and feel his gush
Of unbounded love filling my core
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Climb the mountain,
And see what's on the other side of fear.
I am a villain in somebodyโ€™s story
Multiple perhaps
more than likely

And that is excruciating.

I wish I couldโ€™ve done right by every single one of them

    So every indention of me left brings only warmth
Iโ€™m so sorry for the times I didnโ€™t acknowledge my faults
What is in your hand?
is it bleeeding or just a rose flower?
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
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.
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

Im just a fling
Someone you toss around
Someone you use to fill you up

That's all i ever be
A toy to you

I'm merely a person
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
Youโ€™ve been hurt
Youโ€™ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
I was always infused by the quartz of time
I balanced love in separate hands ; cut , aching , refusing to heal

Happiness was measured out one grain of sand at a time
My measuring cup runneth over

My thoughts are bleachedย ย bone white .
But I have preserved the marrow of my ways

I am the walking cacti
that push rocks in the sand creating the trails of tears that never reach the ground

I am desert
Full of the emptiness
that exists on the face of clocks and time

I am one grain of sand
The silence of the wind
I have no foundation
I'm tendered to my whims
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