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Kathleen Dorey
Do you know what happiness is?
It can be found in simple things
A moment in time is all you need
Take a breath and look around
It is there waiting for you

Watch birds
Smell a flower
Sit on a park bench
Go for a walk
Eat something you like

Life is full of challenges
Enjoy what you can
Know that you are not alone
Happiness is within you
It hurts the most
When the person
That made you feel wanted yesterday
Made you feel so unwanted today.
I lost you in

But my world is
Black and white

Now I Can’t find
The ground
In this endless sky
It’s beautiful but
I’m drifting
Into the sun

And maybe that’s what was meant to be all along
I often day dream, what this life, plans,
Have left for me.
There is A reason, I have the freedom now,
To let the inner me free.
Sorting incoming energy, mixing together,
With my emotions, in my mind,
Always, listening for, guidance,
Am I right/ crazy, anything could be A sign.
Looking beyond Days and nights,
Never realize, what my inner powers are ,
Pulling more in, from out of body sights.

                                                                          Tom Maxwell 
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Waves crash as I look into the azure sea,
all this greatness is what I see;
and things I can never be

As I dwell in regret;
in this vast ocean
you thought that
you can never see the glimpse of light;

When you've hit rock bottom.
Every time that I look at the home section; all I feel is envy and the helpless pain of the void;  I try to fill always remains fruitless
My eyes have changed color…
To a lonely blue hue.
I wish I could wash away all the blues,
So my eyes could return to their cheerful, warm brown.

But the tears don’t feel like slipping out.

My heart feels heavy,
Just weighted down with strong emotions.
I feel as if my chest wants
To eject my heart for being so hard to carry.

This heart is so broken it hurts.

Oh, sadness...
How I hate you sometimes.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Over and over
Your mother
Your job
The system
The cheats
The liars
Your excuses
Eventually most meet truth
For a minute
Feel the power
Of your ownership
This couch feels good

© Mike Levine 2021
Did you read this in the 1st or 2nd person? Ha.
Whether the dialogue is with you or a friend, ownership can be hard, and judging can be too easy... Meditation is great. And a good couch sometimes even better!
I try to scream for help
But I can’t
It feels like claws are running up and down my throat
Suffocating me making me unable to even let out a sob
So I just sit there in silence
Not being able to breathe
Not moving a muscle
Writing poems may save my place in the book
of life. But I think my life is better seen
from a distance. Close up there are issues, dents
and some old popcorn under my chair.
Hank Helman
Think in questions,
Respond with a why,
Asking permission,
Always comply.

The world is shrinking,
To just a small screen,
Mute me, compute me,
I'm now a machine.
Robots will be our best friends. Yes they will.
Salmabanu Hatim
For a woman only one sentence is enough to take it to a six hour argument,
That is TALENT
Like in any situations as in the game of chess the Queen protects the king,
That is woman POWER
Brette lovell
I wear your jacket to keep me warm
I wear your jacket to show your love
I wear your jacket on late night coffee trips
I wear your jacket through the arguments
I wear your jacket when I laugh
I wear your jacket when I cry
I wear your jacket when I scream the pain away
I wear your jacket as a reminder that you were once mine
You have done your utmost
There is nothing left
A role has to be found for you
You are a used to be
You take a bow
You are a soft shoulder near a green traffic light
Be Thankful and appreciative
Say Farewell and Amen
Finding where you belong now

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Whom do I love?
or the suffering you bring?
Caroline Ward
And just when I
Thought the room
Was empty,
They stripped the
Floorboards and
Until the lone
Light bulb
Swung naked
From rafters
And I truly had
Nothing left.
Change can be for the better,
can be good
But change can be scary,

but humans are resilient, strong
we can persevere, and stand tall
no matter how hard
Change can throw us off our feet
but even if it does
even if it leaves us battered and bruised
and we will
we will not let it get the best of us
we will not let it win
Delton Peele
want not for what you dont have
loose your limitations in
how you give
expect less
say yes
to a simpler more fullfillment
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
My Dear Poet
It’s late
I must sleep
But my soul speaks
“Just one more rhyme”
And so I rest now
Because of this line
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
If I could have found
Someone to express
I would’ve talked about
My Loneliness
No one is following me no one likes my poem
I'm just so sad
I know that is not a poem but plz follow and like my poems and comment on my poems plz 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😄
Zack Ripley
As you wander down this road
That we call life,
Nothing will come easy
Except the bad times
Kagey Sage
What do you keep on your shelf?
The kind you can lock up and hide things
where once we held poor rabbits
pets when we're kids
but mistreated because
in most places and times  
they eat them

not just the kind that's hunted
The illogical culture of America
and all places
Here, it's more humane to herd cows in sheds
than it is to keep small rodents in cabinets
our indigenous and precious pets
deserve crates and cages
Time in the yard when it's sunny
and we can watch them
Andrew Gomez
“Oh, hey! I didn’t see you standing there?”
“That’s a lie. You looked right at me..”
“Hey. You haven’t been talking to me?”
“Hey, I’m just checking up on you.”
Check all you want...
I won’t be there anymore.
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
The ball of yarn
that I've kept for many years,
has officially unravelled,
presenting all my greatest fears.

For years I had them bundled,
neatly in a ball,
and it wasn't until recently,
I couldn't continue to stall.

This wasn't caused my me,
as why would I begin,
to unravel a flawless system,
in that I see no win.

But it was the cat who caused the chaos.
The cat of death and sorrow,
bringing endless pain and hurt,
until I could no longer see a tomorrow.

He pulled my life all out of wack,
taking a once single untangled string,
and creating a mess of loose ends,
which he then began to fling.

Out with routine,
out with content,
innocence is destroyed,
and here is a perfectionist's descent.
Noah Libitsky
Where the birds fly
In the sky
Where man wishes to go
But not everyone has gone
Everything is small
On the World down below
That is where you really know
You are on top of the world
This is my second poem that I have posted on this website and I feel like this is the best poem that I've ever done. I hope that everyone likes this poem as much as I do.
In the end
No one will be here
and memories of being human
Will fade
But the things we do,
Still happen
And even though no one will remember
Maybe it's enough
That it happened
you ever get that feeling
that you're not seen,
but you aren't completely invisible?

like they pay enough attention
to notice when you're gone,
but not enough to really care.

you're somewhere between being seen
and being invisible.
We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here

We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow,  no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here

We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here

As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
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 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.
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.
The world is my oyster,
And the entire ocean is polluted.
The pearl inside, dead.
Your surroundings make your label, despite how "pure" you may be.
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