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why is it so hard to love
what you hate

learn to love
what you hate.
self love is hard
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
in my heart
that belongs
to him
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Robert Ippaso
So God said, “Listen-up you people down there,
I needed to give you this necessary scare,
You seem not to listen in your consummate greed
Your self-centered ways need alter indeed.

Enough of not caring for forests and plains,
Of polluting the air with evermore planes,
Trashing the oceans with plastics galore,
Do you all think I won’t keep a score?

Animals dying their habitats gone,
Farmlands ripped up to turn into lawn,
Construction unending knowing no bounds,
Your ignorant wilfulness truly astounds.

Time to consider, to value this pause,
Open your minds to the source of the cause,
Let the experience be forever your beacon,
A lesson this hard was sent for a reason”.
His silence was much painful than these open wounds.
A Silence that say he is no more.
John James
If your hand was the sun;
Mine would be Icarus.
life has happy. life has sad.
life has good and life has bad
life can change everyday
life can take your life away
life has time and it can heal
life can change the way you feel
life has this and still goes on
life is life till life has gone
This haiku is weird. Most haikus have just 3 lines. Is this a haiku?
Harshitha Girish
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
Alia Izzati
I’ve encountered many men,
as life require, I’ve mingled,
I’ve met the pious, the falsely righteous,
an abundance of false promises.

One could say you’re the norm,
poster boy of misogynistic youth,
all men do is lie, feminist anthem,
yet your lies rang truth.

In every smooth defiance, lies you,
in every cushioned words lies truce,
you’re hiding so much, I’m enticed,
like a thick novel with very few words.
jeffrey conyers
Here will I be?
Waiting for you to see.
That love is here.
(That love is here for you).

You speak of all your dreams.
Really about everything with the truth.
And I am living proof.
And like before I wish the best for you.

Still here will I be?
Waiting for you to see-(To see)
That the man you deserve
Is standing before you.

Happiness has avoided you.
But you apart of the blame too.
Just chasing the wrong guy.
I have seen this so many times-( right before my eyes)

While hoping you wake up in time.

Oh, here will I be.
Here will I be
Yes, waiting for you to see me.
Rupert Pippingford
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.
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
The winds of change

Are blowing

We need to hear them sing

Open up and listen

To alarm bells as they ring

Learn from this experience

Like we never did before

This virus isn't kidding

It's already gone to war

Casualties are many

No-one wants a million more!
Stay Inside
Catherine Bailey
Eternally waiting
      For that day of coming
Where she’ll say, “I missed you”
                 And melt in my arms
Carl Gene Hardwick
I born.

I live.

I die.

No one.

To:Faye Tuazon

Drenched in the rain waiting for it to plain.
Leaves no stain in the never ending pain.
Being tamed by the heat of scorching flame.
Reviving the braveness for the lady who came.

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)
Angelito D Libay
Your voice is a music to my ear.
Even if i may not see you, but seems you're here.
Now I am giving to you my love and care.
Please accept it, I am sending it through air.
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
Paper Heart Poet
Seeing myself
Through my lover’s eyes: forgiveness.
Through my own eyes: hatred.
Everyone else: only a mask?
Tortured self depiction.
False mirrors.
Where lies the truth?
Raindrops. Hair. Molecules.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
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
wu kong
my fingers have traced love messages onto her skin

and my tongue has grown addicted to the sweetness of her name

my arms have felt what it’s like to embrace the universe

and my entire being has undoubtedly recognised that we’re one and the same
7am  morning cuppa
Reading prayer
8am keep fit
9am wash dress
10 am walk .
12.30 lunch .
1pm housework
3pm cuppa .
3.30pm art .
5pm tea .
6pm clear up .
7pm TV .
10 pm
Reading prayer .
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
of wine
Ben Palomino
What’s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist
Couldn't think of a title
Brain died
Stained Glass
The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
because of us,
this world is dying,
this world is sick,
so what if
this pandemic
is a just a calling
for our own greed?
During this trying times, we are all the same. Everyone is vulnerable to the virus, be it the rich or the poor or the one in between. So, let's try our best to take care of each other, to take care of the world, by taking care of ourselves first. Yes, by just staying at home doing nothing, we might feel hopeless, we might feel helpless. But the only way to get rid of this pandemic is for us to stop being selfish buy buying things all to ourselves without thinking of others. It is enough for us to stay healthy, stay safe, and stay home. I love you all and let's hope this will end soon.
Words' Worth
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance
Mohammed Arafat
I am going out to pay my dreams a visit
It will be short, upping my thumb
They tell me words and I tell them some
I shan’t be late, you too come?

Arguments will happen and begin
They or I might sulk
At the end of today
I want them to win
not over me, but over their fellows.

Mohammed S Arafat
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Aashi Verma
I have you in my pencils
Your memories stored in its lead.
I have your wrongs in the eraser,
I have your rights on the paper.
I write you through my heart,
I let you reside in my pages.
Every word that marks an impression
On to the next page,
Being hidden under the words of another day, another you.
The one I write my secret letters to.
I know you will be with me on these pages.
And I will be with you through ages.
Keeping you in my heart,
Writing you in my diary.
Mike Hauser
I'm afraid
We're going to isolate
Even further than we are

If we don't get a grip
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Being all I, me, mine
Where we spend our time
Inside our solitary rooms

This constant creep of self
Will soon be our death
If we keep humming this crazy tune

Our social butterfly
Has up and died
Cut off in mid-bloom

The once abundant life
Took to flight
With nothing much to do

But to isolate
I'm afraid
Even further than we are

With no flotation devices left
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third
you get a call
it’s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
it’s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you don’t know how to feel
he says he’s done the bottle
(you don’t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you don’t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon
based off the time when my friend called me during a suicide attempt
Luna Maria
the silence
hurts more
than the
I get replaced so easily
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
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