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He felt humiliated
When asked not to read
The poem he wrote
That described his pain,
He need not have.
He forgot each one of us
Had a tale to tell
Of unique torture and pain.
His pain they knew to be
Of the deprived.
They had seen him,
His head bent low,
Languish on the beach
Picking and rejecting seashells
And then
Draw patterns with his toes
On the wet sand.
Angélica Leyva
and unfortunately,
after multiple unfollows
after multiple dislikes
after multiple blocks
after multiple deletions
after multiple “it’s over”

some feelings will never go away
any my mind will always wonder “what if?”
Fatin Abd Ghaffar
he got this basic name
almost every parents had that.

cute face decent personality
suddenly offered me a hand.

his breath suffocate me
grey monoxide from his lungs.

cancer stick on his left hand
dark lips talking sweets.

so I ran.
like always.
no honey
I don't need to die young
So this is us
Never meant to be
There is only you
And only me
There is no we
In a world where death is the only promise,
The rush of feeling alive
Comes with each little heart break
And the reconstruction
Of love's architecture.
The Spider
I let your name roll off
My tongue,
One last time.
Like water, dripping down
A melting icicle;
That, and nothing more.
too soft
They left me to rot,
then called to ask how I was doing.
I wanted a doctorate,
one that specialized in him -
to know him so thoroughly
that the lines on his palms were
ones I could recite in my sleep
I was so close to getting it.

His voice caught my attention.
"What?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, nothing," I said nonchalantly
as I averted my eyes,
kept the blossoming love hidden.
I resolved to try another day.
he caught me :)
Harriet Cleve
Life happens

poetry helps

I’m thousand miles away
And I still feel as if
You are near
Raquel B
I love every part of you
Every crevice, you are home
My eternal peace, what I need
I feel safe around you
Please don’t break my heart
Sonja G N Woods
rainy and bleak town
smileless faces rushing past
sadness engulfs me

I dreamed of skin

as petal soft,

a fragrance gone

and lips remember.

I dreamed of skin

in jealous eyes

like water flows

across her thighs

and lips remember.

I dreamed of skin

painted in rose

desires drawn

across her bed

and lips remember-

November 14, 2019
“Is it the raindrops pervading my being?
or is it your lips touching my skin?”
― Avijeet Das
"I'm original!"
"I'm not loved"
We are not original,
We will never be original...
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
idk something that just popped into my head
ok okay
Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier
3am thoughts
Depression is rain and anxiety is a raging fire
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
But yet it’s
Into place
Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.
Every day I try and keep these feelings at bay.
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
alaska jade
Our love, a match
You, a Marlboro evening
We share every warm sunset.
I'm not sure when we'll finally burn out but at least I'll have the ashes to prove that we really, really, did try.
You, a lighter, ignite my flame
let the sparks never die.
After all this time still wishing and wishing upon shooting stars for you
my one true love.
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
I don’t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I don’t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
I could’ve never imagined
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Carlo C Gomez
the best things in life are free tax
...and recycling fee
"Don't you remember him?"
They asked.
"Can't you see, I'm still writing!"
She said.
They became silent.
Michael A Duff
Draws you into her
Go don't return we are done
Closed up her heart     burn
What at one time was the greatest love of my life was also the greatest tragedy of my life. She regulates her love, pulling you in dot keep. Then pushs you out off the cliff into the cold water deep, ice in her eyes frozen seems her heart, I saw it melt when her defenses were down that was before she ripped mine apart.  Some can repair breaks like this but to her she shutdown forever to be missed, hope she is well I dont know why, I should a mean and spiteful guy. But that's not me I never have been, I have too much love I cant give in.
Wrap my throat with barbed wire
clip my tongue and yank it out
sew my lips and make me
Marcus Dave
After all this time
Our lives had been interwine...
'd but you chose to sever it
Leaving me utterly alone
Nothing to keep me warm like an uncovered bone
Left to rot and decay
Feeling nothing but dismay
Another song that made me remember the former friend that stopped talking to me because one of her friends did
Manan sheel
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
and i miss that feeling,
i miss that time,
i miss my love,
and i miss those eyes.
Jamie Walker
You talk too much for your own good
And smile too little for my liking
I would crack a joke to lighten the mood
But you seem to find humour frightening.
What’s it like living in such an awful world?
You say paradise is laced with landmines
Hidden meanings are waiting to unfurl
But sometimes a rhyme is just a rhyme.
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
rivulets run free
flowing into careless streams
the ocean awaits
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
melanie jackson
i sit alone
in a room full of people
i observe the groups
they laugh, they talk
i sit silently trapped
inside a cell i made myself
inside my head
i scream wanting to leave
wanting someone to save me
but lower i fall
i can fake a smile
fake a laugh but
what no one sees is the girl inside
but still i say i'm living
i can say i'm fine
but one day
when im older
i will defeat depression
Your beautiful brown eyes
A window to your soul
I can tell you everything
My mommy, my friend

I know you love me, unconditionally
It is the one certainty
I have always known
Your love for me never questioned

Mommy, you are my anchor
In my happy days
And my darkest days
My mommy, I love you unconditionally
You told me,
"I don't deserve someone like you."
"You're just too good for me."

I don't believe you darling,
I know you wanna say that you don't like me at all.
You just don't wanna hurt my feelings..
It's funny how sweet words can hide a thousand lies.
Robert D
The drops on my face
Cool and refreshing it feels
Hidng all my tears
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