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You’re almost there
You’re almost pretty enough
Almost funny enough
Almost lovable enough
Not quite
Keep working
Keep selling your soul
Keep running till you can’t stand
And maybe
Just maybe
You’ll get there

Note really a poem but just some thoughts
Sonja G N Woods
breathe in
breathe out
carry on
I've lost myself completely
Uh oh
She's been independent for years,
Conquering the world on her own.
And then she met him,
Suddenly feels helpless.
Longing for him to catch her.
Mystic Ink Plus
तेरा चेहरा खोया खोयासा देखा
सिर्पm एकवार मेरीे तरफ पाउ बढाकर देखो
दिलकी सपनोसे  भरेहँे रौनक तेरी आखोमे ——२
आइना नही अभी आखोमे मेरी देखो
जो कभी संझा नसकाथा तुझको मे माही
आज तुम पहेचान लोगी वही मन्जिल

तेरा खामोसी  अभी कमहे लोगोसेँ  मेरे माही
सिर्फ  एकवार  झुपडीमे नजर फिराकर देखो
दिलकी दर्दसे भरे हेँ आसु तेरी आखोमे
आइना नही अभी आखोमे मेरी देखो
जो कभी संझा नसकाथा तुझको मे माही
आज तुम पहेचान लोगी वही मन्जिल

तेरा चेहेरा उझला उझलासा देखा ——२
सिर्फ एकवार मेरी खातीर गीत गाकर देखो
छुपाइ खुबसुरती भरेहेँ रंग तेरी चेहेरोमे ——२
आइना नही अभी आखोमे मेरी देखो
जो कभी संझा नसकाथा तुझको मे माही
आज तुम पहेचानलोगी वही मन्जिल

तेरा शहेर आज सोया सोया देखा ——२
सिर्फ एकवार बाहर घरसे निकलकर देखो      
झुमेगी दुनीया फिर कङगन पायलकी धुनमे ——२
आइना नही अभी आखोमे मेरी देखो
जो कभी संझा नसकाथा तुझको मे माही
आज तुम पहेचानलोगी वही मन्जिल
Genre: Gazal
Theme: The Reflection || The Perceptions
Tianna Marie
cause baby we got bad blood
you know we used to be mad love
so take a look what you've done
cause baby now we got bad blood
now we got problems and i don't think we can solve them
you made a really deep cut
and baby now we got bad blood
a song and lyrics by Taylor Swift
Why do we always expect the people
who tore us down
to be the ones
to build us back up?
How ironic?
To be together...
We have to part ways?
Mr Zeal
Can you bite the fire?
And tell me things I don’t want to know..
I feel the heat of every second to.
But it’s ok cause looking in your eyes makes me smile
Cause I haven’t felt like this in awhile.

Can you light the fire?
Cause I’m to weak tonight to let this go..
I sense you feel the weight of it to.
But its ok just keep looking in my eyes
Makes you smile
Cause you know that I will walk a mile.

..for you
Ryuu Bloodsplatter
You were so mean to me
But I forgave you

You were trying to be better
I was proud of you

You worked on your own company
I believed in you

You got a car you were excited about
I loved the smile on you

You got a new suit and wore it with pride
I thought it looked good on you

You were reconnecting with our family
I was happy for you

But then you were taken from me
And now I miss you
My brother had a tough life when young, it made him an angry person. Finally he was getting his life together and we were reconnecting as a family. He was killed only a few months after I had seen him last. I miss him so much.
some magic
trick my eyes,
is that rabbit real?

She disappears
only to reappear
at the back of my
puzzled mind.
A weight bearing down
on the yellowed bed, in the used room

the way memory indelibly shapes
judgement and its contents.
And by the bed, a yellow daisy

captures sunlight, brightly mourning
as if its vase were an urn
and now were ashes,

and as if knowing its brief and trembling time,
must, like every loss, become
an absence.
Left Foot Poet

“La natura è piena d infinite ragioni che nò furò mai in isperiètia”
Leonardo da Vinci


that the very next millisecond blink
will be, reveal a, theater curtain rising,
a play of your composition,
a painting of your composure,
a newly cresting reason,
infinite in number,
infinitesimal aggrandizing majesty in granular shapes,
a shock so grand you say out loud willingly,

therefore, I am

the first word
of the next page or poem you turn to,
will change your No. 1 reason for living,
to your knees dropped trembling,
comprehending the renaissance of his
isperiètia (experience)

there are infinite books and infinity words,
do the probability calculation of inspiration
and confess
every sun rising, every rainbow unexpected,
every moonlight solstice,
every glance freely stolen taken,
is nature,
your nature, revealed,

these are your unveilings,
revealing the fullness of you,
the likeness of discovery
how what we see in our uncommonality
is our communion


This year marks the quincentennial of the death of Leonardo da Vinci, the Italian Renaissance master who died in May 1519.
4:24pm March 21, 2019

This year marks the quincentennial of the death of Leonardo da Vinci, the Italian Renaissance master who died in May 1519.  


Leonardo da Vinci
I bet you are tired now
Coz' you were in my dream
Yesterday night
Running a marathon.
Dennis Willis
Put a moment
in your life
that u will
over and over
Do it again
Pile up delightful

What kind

Think of the stories
you tell now
to explain u
to get loved

Write yourself
into life

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Nothing hurts me more deeply
then your physical silence
and indifferent absence
so dead calm
not knowing
if you're living
or colder
in your grave
Speak to me
I love you so.
By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved
Indifference is colder then forgetfulness
from a loved one yes a painful testament to
" less is more"
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
Ritz Writes
Neither it was a magic we sought to escape nor an infinity to conquer.
The Yin and Yang
The soft, gentle breeze to my wild aching soul.
Sealed with a kiss
Hard to resist.
What I did feel was his lips and mine;
Expressing when unspoken words left behind.
Yet we made each other complete
And that was enough.
Polar Opposite Attracts.
A rippling sheet of cerulean glass,
Balled up, thrashed around, and flattened
Carelessly by apathetic winds.
Deep below, a foreign world blooms,
Protected, pristine, perfect.
I think the ocean's pretty.
I’m silent but my presence is well spoken
a heart golden yet badly broken
a poetic sense but metaphorically misunderstood
trying to do right but still punished for doing good
& for all this time, I’ve been missing the main key
to the mystery of understanding the mystery of Me
Poetic Venom
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
i crave you
as if you were nicotine
i want you
even if you poison me
i miss you
though you disregarded me
you’re like a drug
i can’t stop craving
even when you hurt me
i just need another hit
to resolve the pain
of your absence
i was nothing to you
i never understood
but now you’re gone
and i’ve moved on
but the emptiness
still lingers
i miss the touch
of your fingers
but yours do not
miss the touch of me.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
close your eyes when
smoky mirrors reflect a fragile soul,
sporadic drips from the faucet
hit cigarette stained porcelain
and you're not in control.

candy corn orange battles
yellow cowardice grips,
over brick roads and white tips
of which you will walk upon.

bleach seeps into crevasses
weakening white ivory,
rationalizing your pores
to blister like sun damaged skin,
your reflection.
I don't know
why I apologize
for everything
loving you

-em vidar
you deserve better. I hope you find the love you desire
Writing feelings in words is easy
Some people say
Could be poetry
Red is the rose
and the polish on my toes

Red is the kiss on my cheek
and my dress– truly chic

Red is also blood
and bodies in the mud

Red is red
Love and dead.
Under my skin
         solar flares lie
        TO THE DARK SIDE    
     LIKE BILLIARD *****
the pupils
of my
            my vision
                 by the


Cathy Jarvis
This is "concrete poetry". I hope it works with Elliott York's format.
Nat Lipstadt
for vicki who loves this poem for the best reason ever: just does...
read a thousand love stories,
pause, rest awhile,
read ten thousand more,
and then deny equality.

If you ask for no more than you can give,
you ask for not enough

love is imbalance not an equation,
with a single solution

love has both constants and variable factors

so you write of tribulations and tributes
so you write of lamentations and liftings

you think you are on the same page
but do we not all read at different paces?

one of you is solid, one is dotted and dashed
one of you is straight, one is bent, forever curving

when you think you are
in balance
in the same place
in syncopation

perhaps you are for a moment
a calculus of one point on a trajectory

and you say I can only ask for what I give
and am given
and no more,
you have miscalculated

this flux
when the old terrain is flayed flat
but thru the windshield you see the
plateau ends, the geography unknown,

when you see unknown
when you seek the unknown
when you give from places you did not know
you had to give from
when you kiss a hand
for  twenty minutes more than than the one minute you intended
when you give more than is asked
when you ask for more than you can you think you can give
the imbalance that  is the only concert
the imbalance that is the the only constant

how do I know this?

what are my credentials?

you are not a teenage girl,
what matters of what you know, recall of these matters?

I am who I am
a diversity of man and manner;
I am past prime and in decline
but this I know
for having failed ten thousand poem times
you must ask for more than one can give

but that's not fair!

silly one, still wretched confused,
even after one hundred thousand poem times

you must ask of
more than you can give
and ask no less
demand no less

a body in emotion is not a body in rest
when the imbalance is too great or insufficient

then you write a poem
look in the mirror that cannot lie
and move
move off

  begin to ask
to whom may I give myself
more than is asked.
then you have finally asked
the correct solution to the
unsolvable equation
Ask for more than you can give
was added to HP on
Feb 8, 2014
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
You're punching yourself 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]
Stained Glass
I am not violent.
I am not mischievous.
I am what they made me, a weapon.
I am a result.
Yet, they had the nerve to tell me to find peace.
You spoke to me about a forever kind of love and into a forever kind of love I fell. Then at the peak you walked away forgetting the chains you forged that bound me to you. Unbreakable i hope, and so I must remember that mountains have more then one peak.
What broke you
is the same that made you

The knife that cut you
Also cut the hedges blocking your view

Bleeding and on the verge of your end
The light showed you a way

And so pick up the knife that will end you
To cut out the future from today
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.
Im tired of this
Just tell me

Tell me the words I want to hear

"I like you too"
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
Star BG
Broken heart,
I shall fix  
to move inside peace.

Broken things,
I will mend
to hold with smiling eyes.

Broken dreams,
I shall repair
to grow new grand ones.

Broken relationships
I shall mend
to reconnect with family.

Broken life,
I will fix
inside gratitude
and celebration.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
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