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Press me against you
Like flowers in a book
Tom Dodd
From 3 o’clock till
half past 4
is when the monster
is at your door
If you are careless
And let him in
that’s when the nightmare
will begin
He’ll shave your head
to leave it bare
and he will be back
to enter there
Then you will know
there’s no such thing
as a harmless dream
Coleman M Lowe
You think maybe,
We might could pretend.
For just one night,
We were more than friends?
You think baby,
We might could pretend,
That you were my lady,
And I was your man?
You think baby
We might could pretend,
That our love knew no bounds,
And would never end?
You think maybe,
We might could pretend,
There was none other for you,
Nor for I
You think baby,
We might could pretend,
You were always my girl,
And I your guy?
You think maybe,
We might could pretend,
That this was our honeymoon,
And this night would never end?
You think maybe
We might could pretend?
nvinn fonia
pop quiz what is the reason for anything everything  something but the question still stands why is there anything
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)
Sam Tate
Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.
m h John
i find it funny
how you believe
i died
the day you
left me

because if only
you knew
and listened
to the way
i had already
expressed myself
to death

then little
would you know
i had already
thrown my own funeral
a long while ago
august 14, 2022
1:15 am
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
Ben Palomino
I converse with
The voices in my head

They talk slowly
So their guidance isn't misread
I have a few drafts. Not sure if it needs more or if short is better
i am trying so hard to talk to you.
i know you want to help,
i know you care,
i know i can trust you.
but i need you to know that it's hard,
and that there are so many things in my head
that are almost impossible to turn into words.
i know i asked you not to give up on me,
and i know i told you to walk away if you choose.
i know i'm putting you through a chaotic string
of ups and downs
and it seems like i can't make up my mind.
but i'm asking you to stay one more time
because i really do need you.
thank you for being patience and gentle
Am I in love with you?
Or just wanting you to like me
Is it a fear of commitment
Or am I confused
Sometimes I think this feeling is jealousy
But when I think of you kissing someone else I don’t really care
Do I love you
Or the idea that you love me
Is it attention I want
Or your arms wrapped around me
Am I scared of loving you
Or loving the idea of being loved
Frances Raeburn
I know
you watch over me
and my ridiculous
to simply just
time steals up soft in autumn’s haze
through fallen leaves and frosted morn
no longer smiles through summer days
bears dreadful gaze of mercy shorn

scribes lines upon youth’s winsome face
and brings the ache of stiffened joint
gives halting stride and slower pace
age piled like leaves does thus anoint

yet in thine eye dwells springtide’s bloom
in ardor’s dance is lightened tread
warm voice dispels autumnal gloom
at gentle touch are decades fled

for love knows naught of count of days
let the years flow as they will
unclouded passion’s flames yet blaze
I shall be thy lover still
Bobby Copeland
i want to make the good things last,
or failing that, good memories,
those moments when the veil is torn,
and sorrow is a secret prayer
I’m buried in a cocoon of stories
From poetry,
To biographies,
To dystopia,
And romance
So many stories
Of so many people
Or just figments of the author’s
Sitting atop wooden bookshelves
Waiting for the right person,
To pick them up
And get lost in their story
For everyone has a story to tell,
Some are overly exaggerated,
And other’s are rarely heard
The important thing is
That we share our stories
Through word of mouth,
The internet,
Or in a notebook
To be found by future historians
Tell your story
Believe me, you won’t regret it
i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
Griffin Hehmeyer
you know that pain.
when someone you love so much is so far away.
and it feels like your starving, eating yourself up from the inside.

I love that pain.
to me, its the best feeling in the world.
knowing someone out there can make you feel this way.
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.
It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
She loves me
He lusts for me
They need me
You long for me
But I am alone
Suresh Gupta


in death lies the seed of birth,

so as we are cradled in one form,

so shall we be cradled in another.

no reason for dismay,

no cause for anguish
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
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
David P Carroll
Touching you softly
And kissing you slowly
And making love to you
I've falling in love to
And this love is so  
Beautiful and passionate
And every
Moment with you melts
My heart to
Leaving me breathless
And you've my taken
My breath away and
I'm truly in love with you every day.
Our heart's ❤️❤️🙏🙏😘😘💟💟🎈
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.
Pusang Tahimik
Sa bawat araw nang pag pakli ng pahina
Waring nauubusan na ng isusuot na maskara
Patuloy sa anyo na siya ngang kilala
Ang hangal na magaling mag manipula

At kahit naka guhit na sa mga mata
Naitatago parin ng mga ngiting mapagtatwa
Waring ang lahat ng bagay ay nakakatuwa
Sa taong hindi na lubos na nakadadama

Nagbununyi ang mga halimaw sa dilim
At binubulong ang mga balak ng mataimtim
Hanggang saan kaya makakarating
Ang talino ng hangal na nag mamagaling?
you take all of the
stars in the night sky with you
whenever you leave.
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
Özcan Sh
I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.
I am but
one star
in the
that you
I am but
a rain's
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
upon me.
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
for thee.

written by me... ..
..and so
I wrote it out as poetry
the way
that she would love me...
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
a silent chaos
Is pain considered a drug when you keep coming back for it? For more?
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