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Carmen Jane
You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.
This is a repost of a dear poem of mine, it has a message that comes from the bottom of my heart, for the ones who feel lost from time to time. Also, this poem is the first one to feature in my first book of poetry, that you can find it on Amazon
You Are Not Lost: Poems of hope, love, haikus and more

Thank you for all the support I've gotten here! ❤️
Today, I told the Lover of my soul how much I love Him.
I sang Him new songs
And I danced before Him.
You could only imagine.

Then I turned back and struck Him.

Oh, what is my love?
What is my song?
What is my dance?
Where is my worship?

This is the 490th time I've fallen.

Yet still, my Lover says, "I'm not counting."

And supplies His grace for my 491st returning.
I want to scream, at you,
I want to see you move,
Just a flinch.
Why won't you move?
Why won't you run?
Run, away from me.
Stop looking at me.
With that look in your eye,
My eye.
I want to run away.
Run away, with me,
Stop holding me here.
I need to scream,
I need to stop screaming at me.
Do you hate knowing that the enemy is you? The person stopping you saying hi to that guy you like, or reaching out to your father, getting out of bed. I do, but I can't bring myself to say no.
Vicki Kralapp
The mundane day to day never spoke much to me,
with its voice, foreign, speaking in a language unknown.
It slept upon my porch and knocked  at my bolted door,
but I swept it away in the morning with each dream I dreamt.

Dreams have carried me to far off lands,
reminding me to reach beyond what I knew;
and bade me to break free from the shackles of life;
to heed their vision as they beckoned on the wind.

Many times I’ve risked it all and left what I knew behind
to follow my heart, beyond the safety of my world,
each time I aspired to be more than I believed I could be
and run with the wind and risk to be free.
All poems copy written by Vicki Kralapp 9/29/2020
Mrs Anybody
i know
that we
never were

but you
still broke
my heart
the worst kind of heartbreak

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The price of being alive
Is coping with the memories of what I nearly
Didn't survive.
She was loyal while you cheated
She motivated you when you discouraged her
She held you up when you put her down
She lost good friends behind you and you slept with yours behind her
She gave you everything you wanted and you ignored everything she needed
She spoiled you in every way while you neglected her emotionally
She fought your demons with you and you threw your demons on her
She made sacrifices when you couldnt make compromises
She stood up for a relationship that you disrespected on a daily
She changed for you while you changed up on her
She wiped away your tears while you placed new ones on her face
She planned a future with you while you planned one with someone else
She put you first while you put her last
She made you an priority while you made her an option
Katerina Landon
I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says


Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet


The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

show you my mind and my heart
Lee Carter
If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
i always say i want to scream
but i physically cannot
the way i used to try purge
or cut
but yesterday
i tried a little harder
we took a video
and made it a joke
and i let it out
i screamed
and it hurt
it ripped it's own raw portal through my throat
and i kind of felt better
screaming hurts
but maybe it's relief
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!
Chantell Wild
the whale is heavier in gold when dead
the tree worth more when planed into planks
the flower's so pretty but dies in the vase
when last did we stop to say thanks?
White, they say
is a mixture of every

but still represents a void

Black, they say
is a mixture of every

and their name is nothing.
Diya soni
You know what?
He's not just a boy
He's the only evidence of God that I can find on this entire planet!
I need you
I hate you
I want you
I love you
You killed me
Come Join me
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.

lost am i
on a season of
tried and true
the billowy blue
which calls itself
a home.
i see everything
as it comes and goes,
as my coffin lies in wait
for a sordid corpse to pick
its way through the dying
but before my death i must
surrender, this depressive mode
for freedom never came to the weary
only the willing.
and the audience applauds
well done, you sickly being
forever living as an open wound
but little do they know
i've my own audience now.
and i know i stand in hell
with my own mind.
Jackie Mead
At the end of a working day; To refresh my mind I walk and watch nature at play.

Water rippling, leaves rustling bring calm and tranquillity.
A balm to my mind and mobility.

A beautiful evening for a walk.
Listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees.
Puts my mind and body at ease.

Walking, watching children feeding  ducks on the pond.
To me is like a fairy waving her magic wand.

The end of September, we are lucky, still has some warmth at the end of the day.
No need for a coat as I catch the last of the days rays.
Early evening walking leaves my mind in a happy haze.
Ariana Solo
My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
Love is a tragedy!
She had a smile.
Bright enough.
To hide.
A million scars.
Anti- anti- social I cry,
Don’t even try,
Scream my nights by
Oskar Erikson
he who reaches into
the core of a heart
and makes
its cavities

I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
Poetry claimed as freedom
But with words imprisoned
Dreamer in Hell
"I am so sick of escaping from reality!" he screamed loudly and went to take a nap.
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

she showed up at my doorstep last night.

granted, she was higher than a kite and
only wanted to give me money.

but then she told me he wasnt doing too well.

and that he missed me.

and that she was "hurt"by my actions.

and everything
sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as the bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their hollow secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
amid the coagulating darkness
having long forgotten
the radiant life of today
and the promise of tomorrow
written for the beautifully empty sunset of 9/27/2020
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
Maybe if a lemon was red.
It wouldn't have such a sour dread.

Maybe if flowers were green.
They wouldn't have been seen.

Maybe if the sun was black.
It would have the bitterness it lacked.

Maybe if things were never grey.
The world would have had less dismay.

Maybe if I had no clue.
My life wouldn't have been so blue.

Maybe if my heart was yellow.
I would never have been sorrow.

Maybe if I’ve seen the colors.
I would have been less blind.

Maybe if the world isn’t drenched in the color of despair.
It would be better.
To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
Leila The Kiwi
I might sing off tune
I might stumble on words
I might forget lyrics

I'm trying
My best

It's touching
That you're
Still listening
To me.

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 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂,𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾,𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮...?

Commuter Poet
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not…
I am…





Un control
Un comfortable
Controlled by
Con Troll

29th September 2020

waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love

keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
Jeremy Stacy
Bewildered on what may briskly appear
mistily on the river I veer
moonlit with drear
leaves fallen here

I steer unclear a pioneer on new frontier
suspicion and fear with timber fallen near
trodden I hear,
the rustling of deer?

I peek to my rear until my neck becomes blear wicked thoughts interfere will my mind persevere?
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