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Gracie Ostey
I sit waiting for the sun
Far too tired to run
And still fearing what I left behind
A mile between
But still that scene
Playing on my mind
Not one of blood
But one of my love
With someone who wasn't me
My tears have dried
No need for goodbyes
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
There are no more coincidences.
It’s so strange,
Where did all the coincidences go?
It’s almost like there never were any.
Dark Dream
Why are you afraid?
And many things I would say
I don’t understand
Joseph Rice
Like the sun’s drop into the reflected
Ocean horizon
I submerge into the filth
Of corporate greed
I maintain separation, but from your beach
Appearances can be decieving.

From height, the bottom is abyss
But I have seen into it
And I have become it
And my hands no longer appear before me.

As if there was ever any purpose, anyway.
Purpose and effort, money and survival. Why even try?
w a i t
don’t **** yourself
it gets better!
Scott Tizzard
Fleeting steps!
heart beats wildly
your hands the sun
your feet the earth
rushing water over cliffs
are your movements
etching the architecture of the universe
the dance of Phi
All daffodils remember
(and you being one)
the grace of youthful sun grasping
when they blossom
The seed not lost
is transforming
Francie Lynch
I have tasted human flesh
In the oven of
Lips and tongue;
Dripping well-dressed
In savory sauce,
To stir me to feast on.
Yikes. Don't say I wrote this.
Sheila Haskins
No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I’m freezing as the springtime frost
So won’t you let me be?
Wind tossed as the blossom
Bleeding from the tree
I am but a child; I’m lost
I am wild, not dutiful
Scarred inside; not beautiful
My demon lover  left me
Underneath the cherry tree
No sir, no not me

No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I am not a fresh faced maid
No sir, we can’t be
Plucking cherries in the glade
Walking in the evening shade
I’m buried in the foetid earth
Awaiting spring, denied rebirth
In the soft sun, in the rain
I shall never rise again
No-one can ever set me free
No sir, no not me
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
Zack Ripley
There's room to live.
There's room to love.
There's room to hate.
There's room to forgive.
There's room to change.
There's room to grow.
There's room to breathe.
There's room to grieve.
There's room to run.
There's room to have fun.
There's room for everything
And everyone.
You just have to make it.
Avery Nightshade
To love me is to accept sleepless nights; to accept immortality; to accept that you love what you cannot mend. In other words (which are not my own):

“I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness.”
Kelly McManus
No other human
is superior to you
an unwritten truth

    Kelly McManus
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)
Connie Hopkins
With this string
I do tie
your world
to mine
With this ring
I promise you
will be mine
With this ring
I engage
your world
to mine
With this ring
I am marrying you
With my heart
I will always love you.
                     By Connie Hopkins
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.
Norman Crane
"Credit? Debit?" / "Mastercard."
Card goes in. Entering PIN.
BeepBeepBeepBeep. Remove card.
Processing—I listen
to the cold ambient music.
"Thank you, and have a nice day."
"You too." / The cashier sounds sick.
I have nothing more to say.
The same words repeated day
after day. a ritual
antipathetic display
of our common plastic soul–
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
Sometimes life happens
to you, but sometimes
it happens for you.
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
Universe Poems


Now follow the,


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Dennis Willis
What if I trusted you
I asked myself
and not my fear
or my idea
of you

Can you be
if I tell you
my truth?

Or will you
snigger or
on mine

Wher e is
that line
I can never
I'll return
joe machetto
the walls were
the length of night
when he heard birds
practicing their songs

from a tree lined street
to the ribs
of his door

there he was
just a man
on a bed
in a room

tied to a space
a decoration of
his own cave

waiting for the eyes
of his window
to open

and life to come
rushing in
I keep losing you
As I slowly grew
I'm still learning to let you go
You were here with me, laughing, a while ago
I still care for you though
Guess I gotta learn to let go
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
If we could see
The time we have left
On this planet

What would you do
If you only had today
What's not to love about me?
I can't see...
The stupid cow I have become?

I really don't get it...

   The chicken in all this, perhaps... ?

But then comes the cat scratching the door and spoils all the fun.
Mice here, down here, dancing safely away from the cât that's well fed. The inter-rasial ******* above helped. Mice happy. Sometimes paying visit to the frogs... and elephants.
oh how i wish i was the man on the moon
he's so beautiful
ty 4 reading
Chris Saitta
I failed to love round, but fallen flat,
My head slumps down, over an ancient map,
My eyes roll back, over the mappa mundi verge,
Where waterfalls purl, and the sea serpent-sleep lies curled.
Mappa mundi are surviving Medieval maps of the world that often depicted sea monsters and dragons.  In spite of a common belief, most educated Medieval classes did not think the earth was flat (known as the Flat Earth myth) nor did most scholars from the classic Greek period on.  Similarly, no old world map contains the exact phrase “Here Be Dragons” to connote uncharted territories, though dragons and sea monsters often allegorically depicted the same.
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.
You looked like a perennial, strong geranium
blooming each year when it is the right time
you endured the cold and were all green and bright  
even under a thick layer of grime
there were always cherry-colored, ruby-red flowers that rhyme

Apparently, it turned out that you were a delicate poppy
disappearing suddenly when the spring is over
hard to find like a four-leafed clover
with the change of the wind other plants have taken over
so the cherries were all rancid and the ruby has been broken

like my heart in pieces
stabbed by the ruby shards
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!

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
Soothing a million hearts
she wore a charming smile,
deep inside she burnt
lit on the pyre of guile.

Her wounds were well concealed
caged in a grate of frost,
she lived a life of emptiness
and all that she could be, was lost.
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
The universe loves a bad joke.
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
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.
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
if you date the girl
with the pretty green eyes
and the brown braided hair
and the intoxicating smile
keep her close
she'll give you the world

and to my girl
with your pretty green eyes
and your brown braided hair
and your intoxicating smile
im not going anywhere
you're my world
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
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