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Take me back to Abington Street,
the first place you ever saw me.
I'd care to meet you again,
in that peach dress,
on a Wednesday singing of serendipity.

Take me back to Whitworth Road,
my forgotten home, our modern haven,
where we danced around the garden and kitchen,
for the moon's eyes, under fairy lights.

Take me back to The White Elephant,
and feeling elegant in my blue dress.
Matching strides and laughter in the air,
you stopped to pick a scarlet rose
and pinned it to my hair.

Take me back to The Racecourse,
and spilling secrets in the dark,
fireworks interrupting this trance in the park.
Remember how I laughed and asked if this was real?
And you heartened me with a "yes, it's not a dream or a movie scene."

Take me back to Avenue Library,
to the kisses behind bookshelves
and the whispers of poetry.

Take me back to Canons Ashby Road,
when black cabs past midnight
carried me back to your home,
that little house with the picket fence.
Snowing in albums and childhood innocence.

Take me back to The Wedgwood,
to drinking cokes and playing pool,
our eyes meeting in every room.

Take me back to that black leather couch,
where I memorised the shape of your mouth.

Take me back to the cradle of your arms and your broken bed,
I've never felt comfort anywhere else.

Take me back to Abington Street,
the last place you ever saw me.
Okay this is the last poem I'm writing about Jordan ****. what can I say folks, I miss him.
Don’t lead me on.
Don’t flirt with me.
Because when you stop, and you ignore me.
I still can’t stop thinking you.
So don’t flirt with me, don’t talk to me at all.
i'm sorry for loving you

i should have known it was a mistake
Harshitha Girish
Love and Death
are actually a couple.
Both steal hearts,
Both take away breaths,
Love breathes new life.
Death gives a portal to an afterlife.
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
I know I’m broken
But I always hope I can be fixed

I know I’m sad
But I always push myself to be happy

I know there’s nothing ahead
But I always strive to stay on the path

I know I’m alone
But I always try to make friends

I know none of me matters
But I can’t help it
Fake Trying
The fluorescence of colors
Tiny petals dancing in the warm breeze
Bees asunder from the sky
Resting their little knees
Dipping thirsty mouths into the nectar
The bleeding pinks and rusty yellows
Call to me a sing song
I want to be with them
Under the sun dripping with nourishment
For all to gaze upon my splendor
For another poet
Thank you for the inspiration
There you are
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there you were
With your words
The Knife.

Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.

A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.

Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
I want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my LIPS.


I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my BREATH.


I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my SKIN.

Thomas W Case
You are like a mountain; not a
sublime snow capped mountain in
Colorado, or like the Cerro Torre in
Argentina and Chili.
Definitely not like
the Ama Dablam in Nepal.
But you seem like a
mountain none the less.
A mountain that obscures
the beauty of the
majestic sunrise,
and the grandeur of life.
A mountain that
smothers love and
everything glorious.
Maybe you aren't
a mountain at all.
Perhaps you're an
ant hill, dragging
dead souls into
your busy hole.
I climbed you, and
was so enamored with
your beauty, I missed
your charade and
Everything isn't as it appears.
Michael Stefan
Speak my name
And I shall materialize
Casting dark shadows
To blind your eyes
And bind you
To misfortuned destiny
Speak my name
And prepare to see
That bad luck has a dearly cost
But comes to you for free
Colette Alexia
You came out broken and bruised
And said,"The only one I care about is you."
You said, "I'll get over these wounds,
But I don't think I'll ever be over you."
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
mila splawska
i didn't just bare my chest to you
i bared my whole soul too
to me it wasn't just physical
but i guess it was for you
Emily Mitchell
Circle around once more...
Perhaps it is different now...
infinite glass wall...
Inspired by of course a goldfish swimming around circles and it's bowl...I had several goldfish in bowls for a little while until I determined that it was too tedious to clean each individual bowl and bought a large tank to keep them in ...they were so happy to be transferred into the tank that they swam around together for quite a while after being reintroduced to each other.

This can also be read figuratively as sort of the futility of rote dull work... I don't know pretty much everyone's felt trapped in an invisible shell that they feel like they're running circles around in occasionally...

Either that or futility meets optimism hahaha

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
When you find
Your other half
Always remember
The day that
Changed your life forever
César Vallejo
Un hombre dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida estuvo en la batalla del Marne cuando fui herido en el pecho.
Otro hombre dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida, ocurrió en un maremoto de Yokohama, del cual salvé milagrosamente, refugiado bajo el alero de una tienda de lacas.
Y otro hombre dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida acontece cuando duermo de día.
Y otro dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida ha estado en mi mayor soledad.
Y otro dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida fue mi prisión en una cárcel del Perú.
Y otro dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida es el haber sorprendido de perfil a mi padre.
Y el ultimo hombre dijo:
-El momento más grave de mi vida no ha llegado todavía.
I just want you to lay
here with me forever and
never let go.
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
Second place
Always seemed so nice
Second best
Never hurt so much
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
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.
I saw my late grandmother at the corner
She smiled at me and I waved back at her
I swam towards her and gave her a hug

And then she disappeared in my arms
I looked at my hands and wonder
What was I doing in the sea

Only for me to drown into the dysfunctional despair as I woke up from the hug
Erin Sotomayor
I tried applying
for the first
and I smudged
goop on my
looking like a
I wiped it
Sylvan Esso - Coffee
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
Lili Gudewicz
Foot Tapping
Hand Shaking
Mind Racing
Walls Breaking
Strength Taking
Nail Biting
Head Throbbing
Knees Clattering
Teeth Chattering
Life Shattering
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
I fell asleep in math class
And had a daydream about a cake
Topped with white frosting
And maraschino cherries
I do not know what this means.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Ismail Nasution
Just like a leap year
We'll be together again
For another bye
Just by thinking of it creeps me out
Elué R G
No te apenes de saltar al vacío con
el alma desdichada y el cuerpo rasgado
No te atrevas a soltar el grito cuando te trague la nada con un fuerte rugido.
No resistas la caída, porque ningún milagro pasará ni tus alas brotarán.
Sólo cae y disfruta tu vida; disfruta el sueño y la caída. Pronto terminarán.
New Genesis
Blood pumping through us,
Can you feel it?
My heart’s been broken,
Can you heal it?
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Stu Harley
a poet
mighty pen
hearts of
great men again
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
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