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Elaine Yu
I am a child in wildness
open the ignorant eyes
see the endless plain
with green grass
and rolling mountains
A blue river
flows through

There is
no panic
no bullying
no dispute
only life
rose hopkins
Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?
for BLT's word of the day challenge , the word is "compunction" . my poem aimed at Derek Chauvin.
fresh corn and caprese for dinner
late-evening golden sun

watermelon sugar plays in the kitchen, drowning out the sound of the hand mixer laboring over the whipped cream--

mom sways gently at the sink. strawberry heads fall gently into the drain.

my heart is so warm
i wrote this last night while i was high out of my mind lmaooo i hope y'all enjoy

Leave me no taste

A sample of you would be a waste

If I cannot dine on more

Then what is love for?
Amanda Sant'Anna
I want to swim
In a ocean
That tastes
Like him.
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
Faizel Farzee
Her lips, soft like that of cotton candy as it subtly embraces my name. Her voice, like a beautiful musically composed orchestra of pure delight.
Her hair, red as the sands of mars cascading under the dancing moonlight.
As i look at the stars this night,
Assurance i got from the moon, our union shines just as bright.
Trying to eliminate being to abstract
All i know is i love you forever,  this is fact
these words i write, for your love they fight
i'm the happiest when in my arms, you fall asleep at night.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Must be too dark for anyone to see the light.
So you pay the cost before you see the price.
Tick talk these leeches wanna steal ya life.
I don't read thoughts, I read peoples minds.
They already gave up, they don't even wanna try.

Until I'm the last man standin,
Last dance? I'm go out like a tap dancer.
Black canvas, i'm sitting on full ammo.
Raps chanting straight through your bone marrow.
With only close answers so question at your own peril.
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
Caryn Jean
Buzz, beep, follow.
Where does it happen?
The paradigm shift.
From badge to heartless.
Art you experiencing technical problems I haven't had any views for my poem published 11 hours ago .
xavier thomas
I want change so my kids can live in peace, better than I am right now
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
Itโ€™s so real.
Itโ€™s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I canโ€™t sleep and I canโ€™t quiet the noise in my head.
Some days
And there's nothing
To make it go
Away because
Going away is
Exactly what
It had to do
All the time
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
Gracie Knoll
Here I stand
Wondering when my mind
Was shaped by all these lies
That carried me this far

Here I stand
How did I get here?
It wasnโ€™t my own feet
That carried me this far

But itโ€™s my hand
Can reach out,
Its my voice,
Can speak up,
Itโ€™s my feet
That can stand

Here I stand
Prejudice in hand
Ready to let go
And walk into this fire

Here I stand
Humbly armed with love
Can you forgive us?
Weโ€™re walking into fire

Here I stand
Swathed in all your tears
Appalled by all these years
Letโ€™s walk into the fire

I will never
I could never
But I stand
with you
never felt so alone
stuck in my room
such a dark place
never felt so cold
chills run down my spine
Cole Jackson
People are like wolves
Our packs are our families and friends
Once we have them our whole world evolves
With our pack we can almost anything and take on the worst of fiends
With our friends and family we can do anything
If only the feelings I  have for you could be erased
If only the tears I cried from the times you hurt me could subside
If only the love I have for you could subside
these emotions keep erupting like a volcano and I don't know what to do with them
Rupert Pip
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.
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
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground

December 1, 2018
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
reigning cereal
sticks and stones
will break bones
and a knee will take a life

tear gas and barricades
will need first aids
and rubber bullets will take eyes

signs and chants
dismissed as rants
and a point that will keep being missed
justice is not just a word.

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)
๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž?
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐›๐ž?
๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐› ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐Ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?
๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ,
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐›๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐’‰๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž

๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐จ๐ญ. ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ. ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐.
๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐, ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž'๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž,

๐€ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ,
๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ.
๐€๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž, ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž,
โ€˜๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐‚๐€๐๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐„.

๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ,
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ?

๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ,
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ž๐›๐š๐ญ๐ž:
๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐Š. ๐‹๐ˆ๐•๐„๐’. ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘.
he said he couldnโ€™t breathe,
so they took his last breath
Iโ€™m so sick of feeling like itโ€™s never going to stop. It needs to stop. Itโ€™s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.
- only you have the uncanny ability to make me feel so incredibly forgettable.
Melanie Jackson
when you were younger
you were my
and as you got older you became my
but as we met our teen years you became my
stealing my light
and leaveing me in darkness
You saved me from a dark place
One that I couldnโ€™t see
Before our paths crossed
I walked through life blindly
Written on June 1, 2020
Eva Tell
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย do you still write?

and I will answer

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
Kitten Yvad
[found poem by unknown poet and not my words]

Brown eyes are boring
I remember you sayingโ€ฆ

Thereโ€™s a special kind of beauty
in falling in love with someone
who has brown eyes.

Ever seen brown eyes
In the sun?
The colour brown,
becomes irrelevant
& is just a wordโ€ฆ

They melt into rays
of amber gold,
circling an eclipse.
There is nothing boring
about brown eyes.

Even as the day grows old,
they create a sunset
of their own.

You know that sunset.
Itโ€™s the one
I fell in love withโ€ฆ

~Wynn H
I found this poem so beautiful. Brown eyes are my wonder. If this belongs to you and you want me to take it down, I will. They are not my words, they just spoke to me so much.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
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