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Notice all the pull of the moon;
Like the feel of nature beneath my feet;
Build on scents with careful brew;
Flowing fate forward to tomorrow;
Reading people upon a glance;
Isolation and thought relief.
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields
aldo kraas
During the Summer night
I stay up late
Every single night
So that I can
Glaze in the sky
And see that beautiful
Harvest moon
Shinning in the lake
And I also see
Some stars shining in the sky
I must say that the moon
And the star
Leave me breathless
And when it is midnight
In the Summer I go to bed
And the next day I wake up
At 3;00 PM
Daisy Darling
How is it that you love me now Meadow,
but then change your mind tomorrow?
does anyone have the answer to this question?
I tried everything
the mangos were my favorite
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high and you want to smile , but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quite.
life is strange with its twists and turns,
As every one of us learns,
When they might have won they stuck it out,
Don’t give up even if the pace is slow,
You may succeed in another blow.
Success is a “failure” turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hits,
It’s when things seems worse that you must not quite.
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Broken Pieces
I really needed you
I thought you wanted me too
But you just ripped yourself away
Should've known you wouldn't stay

We were supposed to be perfect
But you went treated me like an object
Why is everything I do not right
Why do you always steal my light.

I saved up this love to save me
And I was happy but you couldn't let it be...
Harshit Nangia
I am wating for one day
One day when my eyes won't open up in the morning
I am waiting for one day
When I will look up at the sky with my eyes shining
I am waiting for one day
When I end my connection with the world
I am waiting for one day
When I live indifferent to the world
I am waiting for one day
When I say "I made it"
I am waiting for one day
When I say "this is it"
I am waiting for one day
When my heart is smiling
I am waiting for one day
When I know this is the ending.
Either day works.
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
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)
A dry leaf fall..
The wind blew it away...
So far, it flies..
Carrying wounds that she holds...
Leaving the twig in silence...
May God always protect all human on earth
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Tetrameter format]
Anna Adamu
The lady in Tech
A hero to check
She leads with zeal
A force to reveal

The lady in Tech
A sash on her neck
A victory sash
Bringing the cash
दोस्त वह जो दिल को जाने
रिश्ता वह जिसकी अनुपस्थिति
को दिल कभी ना माने।।
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
David R
pressures abound
pain surrounds
give me an out,
i'll take it.

the gold elixir cuts my throat
gradually soothes the nerves
throws me a line, inflated float,
bashes barriers perverse

caresses my wounded dignity
suppresses unconscious malignity
blinds me of the untoward
cuts unsavoury umbilical cord

i'm talking too loud - i know it,
social more - i'll blow it!
i know i'm gonna regret this
meanwhile, ignorance's bliss!

so drink up while you can,
your worries in trash-can,
kiss your opponent and watch him go,
live in the moment, go with the flow.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
A Dead Poet
What a strange desire to drown,
   for this loves a sinking boat,
      pull me deep in purple and blue hues,
        the weight of my life in your waves,
           as I toss and I turn below the stars,
            constellations draw pictures of your face,
                listless, dark, dreary, drowning death
                       under your star, under your waves,
                              in this strange fascination
                                      to drown until we meet again.
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
Francie Lynch
A once dear friend
And I met up;
Twenty years since we spoke,
And neither one could talk.
We left each other's company
On terms of disagreement.
The ice was thick;
The air was clouded;
We stood beneath the shade.
The mountain didn't fall;
The earth didn't swallow;
The roof stayed on.
Nothing cracked our uncertainty.
Then we misquoted some old
Misunderstood memories
Of why we went our ways.
We felt the same.
Step Outside

And the air is crisp and cool and the wind is weak and warm like me.
Like me.
It’s the Fall.
The Fall   Oh
it just so like me
I’m always falling.
Down but hey
Isn’t this the way?
One season
Gives into the next?
We live and die and do it
all over again.
and I
had No

and Oh Skies!
and Oh Trees!

and I
had No

and the Universe
was rocking
as if it Was
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
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.
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
The pain
It comes and goes
One day it’s there
The next it’s gone

One day you’re good
The next you’re not
You can’t press “mute”
Do what you want
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
Secretly achieving my dreams
How I Invision myself since I was sixteen
Always imagined I would be a queen
But that's not what reality had in store for me
Working as a trainee
Nine to five daily
Never needing anyone to save me
Lunch break at three
Nothing in this world is free
That I can guarantee
Hope you enjoy reading this piece ☆
Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
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.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
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
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