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Priscilla Charity
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
In this time of nationwide uncertainty
violence, dissent

with our voices joining the people screaming for change
as we are threatened to be silenced

I stop myself  throughout the day
always asking Him to always protect you
always asking Him to keep you safe.
for jovian
Strings of memories dangle before my eyes
What a strange sight
What a tangled mess
I don’t get it
What does it mean
I’m trying to see past them
I’m trying to move ahead
Get out of my way
Get out of my brain
In my mind a record spins.  Always on repeat.  Your lyrics are kaleidoscopic. Twisted images merge.  Mirror, mirror upon the wall, please awaken me before I fall.
Kitten Yvad
[found poem by unknown poet and not my words]

Brown eyes are boring
I remember you saying…

There’s a special kind of beauty
in falling in love with someone
who has brown eyes.

Ever seen brown eyes
In the sun?
The colour brown,
becomes irrelevant
& is just a word…

They melt into rays
of amber gold,
circling an eclipse.
There is nothing boring
about brown eyes.

Even as the day grows old,
they create a sunset
of their own.

You know that sunset.
It’s the one
I fell in love with…

~Wynn H
I found this poem so beautiful. Brown eyes are my wonder. If this belongs to you and you want me to take it down, I will. They are not my words, they just spoke to me so much.
It hurts...
Being numb to the pain.

You see it coming,
But you don't do anything.

It hurts....
You saved me from a dark place
One that I couldn’t see
Before our paths crossed
I walked through life blindly
Written on June 1, 2020
it doesn’t get better
we just forget about it for awhile
until everything comes flashing back
even stronger this time
at least for awhile
i'll be in bliss
without terror
Shiv Pratap Pal
When a neck is crushed by someone's knee
He may not be able to breathe
He may even die

It's not always a matter between two
It’s a matter of Justice and Injustice
The Injustice crushes the neck of justice

Crooks say Blacks and Whites always fight
But they are not at all right
It’s a myth created by the haters

Haters injects racism, casteism, religionism
In the breath, mind and blood of everyone
But not everyone are that much fools

When haters are supported by the throne
Then the peoples who are not the fools
They shake the throne with much force

They convey the message in a nice way
They have the power to invert the throne
They have the power to break the throne

Because Blacks and Whites never fight
They recognize each others right
And always support what is right
Will You Support?? Are you ready to support??
maria darane
Help I'm lost
And I nearly forget everything
And when I saw you
I completely remember everything
I'm here because of YOU
Infamous one
Should've done this
Or could've done that
Somethings didn't happen
Turn out accordingly
Been frustrated with things
No one is helping
Help yourself to be more
Stuck with less
Making the most of things
More downs than ups
Always shutting up to keep the peace
But enraged deep inside
No where to run or hide
Tried to vent told what to do
Said nothing not interested to open up
Hurting inside stress all time high
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

Unexpected love
A precious beginning
First letter in the alphabet
First in counting

2-year relationship
Secret battle for two
Limited memories
"I Love you, I love you too.

Hidden celebration
Secret smiles
Invisible devotion
Definite time

Unresolved fights
Lies,hugs untight
Heartache and tears
Regrets and goodbyes

Time define
Destiny decide
Separated path
Stranger of time.
Human touch
But I never understood the importance of touch
His touch
Until I couldn't have it.

-Five Feet Apart (movie)
Idole de ma vie,
Mon tourment, mon plaisir,
Dis-moi si ton envie
S'accorde à mon désir ?
Comme je t'aime en mes beaux jours,
Je veux t'aimer toujours.

Donne-moi l'espérance ;
Je te l'offre en retour.
Apprends-moi la constance ;
Je t'apprendrai l'amour.
Comme je t'aime en mes beaux jours,
Je veux t'aimer toujours.

Sois d'un cœur qui t'adore
L'unique souvenir ;
Je te promets encore
Ce que j'ai d'avenir.
Comme je t'aime en mes beaux jours,
Je veux t'aimer toujours.

Vers ton âme attirée
Par le plus doux transport,
Sur ta bouche adorée
Laisse-moi dire encor :
Comme je t'aime en mes beaux jours,
Je veux t'aimer toujours.
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
Eva Tell
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
Jackie G
Please read my last poem.
Change observe help rethink reconsider remove all hate.
Sun is out
The moon so new
With stars above
So bright, so new
A drizzle of fate
Takes me to you
In this daydream together
Till the morning dew
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground

December 1, 2018
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.

Heh, I know why they are called that

Because they crush you,

But it can be in two ways.

One a great way,

Where you are crushed with emotions.

From the other party returning the feelings.

Then the other way,

Where your heart is crushed.

Whether it's from being denied,

Or from the distance between you.

I hope this doesn't crush me
This used to be about you

I wiped it all away

Like the rain from a windshield

Your poem, my dismay

And yet with it still gone

And all the memory cleared

You will haunt this poem now

Exactly as I feared
This used to be very different
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
just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.
- only you have the uncanny ability to make me feel so incredibly forgettable.
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
Masha Yurkevich

It doesn't get

You get

Keep on going.

Don't give up.
My heart is made of stars

They seem so small watched from the earth
But they are big
Living in the universe

Knowing where their place is
and when it’s time to come down to earth

Our heart is full of joy
Full of sparkle
Full of lightness

My heart is made of stars
What about yours?
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
i don't understand it
but i can tell it's beautiful
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
when people ask,
they don’t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.
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)
Kevin J Taylor
Today is the day and the route and the life!
For there is no better when than now.
Today is the way of the when's we've made
Or cunningly allowed.
Choice is the wheel we turn upon turn,
Upon these racing seas
And across the wilds of wide flung lives
And each breath of eternity.
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
I don't want to go
to heaven.
I just want to see
the sunset
reflect in your eyes
one last time.
Folow up to Lust and to Love. The final piece of a short trilogy of poems worked on from 2014 until today.

Part 1, Lust:

Part 2, Love:
Veda Laurenski
I am a musician
And a poet
And an artist.

I have the ear
And the mind
And the eye.

Which has qualified me to say,
Your heart and mind and physical design
Are beautiful in every way.
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
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