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Rey Lynch
You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away

Like a paper crane

Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry

And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly
joe machetto
appearing quietly
out of the mist

an oak tree
showing the way
Jena Tapia
Jasmine leaves
Blended into tea
Fragrent scents of the day
Petals white or gentle pink
Dragons teeth
Sewed scrupulously
For war someday
Fields in bloom
What will they be?
Dragons teeth
Come to slay you and me
Or Jasmine leaves
Whispering in the steam
What do you do
When all the words are meaningless
They’ve all been written before
All your emotions felt before
Your story told in many iterations
And through many different eyes
What else to do
But look deep within
And find what’s worth holding
What’s worth cherishing
What’s special

To you
It isn’t all pointless, no matter what your head tells you.
Gabriel burnS
Autumn leaves
But not her leaves
Where she lies

Beneath the ribs
She roots her trees
Deeper than the skies
And deeper yet
And deeper still
Than the living chains
Of freedom

Perched upon the windowsill
Her eyes tow wings
Whose whispers sing
The name of her reverie
Тръгва есента
Но не и нейните листа
Където е останала

Изпод ребра
Вкоренила дърветата
По-дълбоко от небето
И все повече
И още по-...
От живите вериги
На свободата

Накацали перваза
Очите ѝ теглят крила
Чийто шепот напява
Името на нейния блян
of the things
you used to say
but you're gone now
so why did the fear stay

-em vidar
Every tiny bit about you,
I love it, yes, I do.
I feel elated and elevated,
Each night, I promise to hold you tight,
Only as tight to make you feel warm,
To make you feel that you are only mine.
My HP Poem #1848
©Atul Kaushal
Ray Dunn
nighttime phantoms of birds swoop low through the breeze,
greeting bats with sweet melodies and mingling in the trees.
not only do their songs tingle the ears of few,
but they are gone with the moon and the mid-morning dew.
misty nights and mornings are so perfect. ever since i started working the morning shift that starts at 6am, i can really appreciate the sunrise
Sometimes I think about
all the times I could have died,
just by merging onto 35

Or the night
you probably shouldn't
have driven us home
because the next morning
you couldn't remember
ever feeling
the steering wheel
in your hands

Or every time I had cut
just a little too deep,
because I never worried
about the location
of arteries

So many almost
fatal moments,
add them all up
and my luck
is due
to run out soon
i saw a little mouse chewing on some cheese
then suddenly the mouse he began to sneeze
his eyes they were running and his nose was too
the poor little mouse he had caught the flu.

i made a little bed and  i put him in
with lots and lots of straw in a biscuit tin
two days they had past and now the mouse was well
just very very tired so off to sleep he fell
Days likes these
I just freeze
Wishing I could speak
My heart so weak

Days like these
I get down on my knees
I pray for you and me
Only to be free

Days like these
I look to those big oak trees
Fill me with your wisdom
Take me to your kingdom

Days like these
I want to be like the bees
Find and protect your precious nectar,
but I'm no longer there, only a spectator

Days like these
I will give you all the keys
because I'm tired of this disease
I give myself to you, I need you, please
Stefon Rolle
If you love me,
Don’t treat me as if I’m a child.

If you love me,
Dont treat me as if i cannot think for myself.

If you love me,
Just treat me nice.

Because I am a human and so are you.
kiran goswami
He says he loves me.
But of all the poems he wrote,
none had me.
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
The stars that you envy
wince at their own light and moon,
she stares just at you.

My hopeful stance.
Jace Joesph
Sitting in my silence of solitude,
I won't spark a conversation.
Won't fight if I'm the exclude,
I'll be fine with this isolation.
I know I won't become that focal point,
For I'm much too afraid I'll disappoint.
I'm not that shy in actuality, mainly just afraid of letting people down
Cathy Devan
He had a crooked smile
Disfigured nose
Hair,like small grains of rice
He wore his heart on his sleeves
Unevenly woven
Pieces missing

The clay model of him
Lay beside me
As I contemplated breaking him more
Like he did me
I like it that he 'feels' how I feel
Maybe this is the first step
To healing my broken feelings
Anne Marie
Is it just me
are we using words
love, relationship, friends
heavy weight
so much
maybe even too much
to the point that
its depth is
no longer recognized.
Comment what you think.
Felicity Paris
we held hands
but mine disappeared in the sunlight

you called me a vampire
when I admitted
I could only love you in the dark
We move and get up

To reach them out and be heard

For us to be one
Today, what we need is unity for us to overcome the life challenges in our everyday lives.
Some face seen
Mayhap in dream
Made manifest
Before your eyes
Does vision lie?
Perhaps it does
In its own time
For which it is
Quite suited fine
So well aligned
As if for some
Great planned design
Whatever treasure
That one finds
Expressed in verse
Laid out in rhyme
Is always what
Will be divined
As has to be
Such as defined
Piece by piece
All line for line
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
It is so strange
to see someone else
reliving one of your past lives,
spitting out the same words
you once spoke.
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.
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
Holding you close  in my arm
See love birds flying in swarm
My heart runs happy and free
With you love comes naturally

My heart will just be a recluse
Shudder to think if I ever loose
Priceless treasured heart of thee
With you love comes naturally

Your heart brimmed in limitless love
Shining bright showering from above
Our connection made  by almighty
With you love comes naturally

From this moment until eternity
Time lived earthly feeling heavenly
Lasting bonds yet flying freely
With you love comes naturally

Never felt true love so clearer
Keep this love blessed forever
Every day in prayers I plea
With you love comes naturally
feeling close yet so free
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
Iléana Amara
when youths fall in love,
some venture a lifetime worth
of a love story to tell,
from youth to centenarians,
love never seems to die
love never seems to imbalance,
'til death do they part, with a happy sigh.

but some youths fall in love,
and venture young tragedy
losing themselves for temporary happiness
but who are we to take these away
if love is such a beautiful thing
that makes living life more worthy.
Michaela Ferris
The soft sound of your beating heart
can soften even the biggest storms inside me.
The gentle sound of your voice
lulls me into a sense of hope and wonder
that maybe this world isn't always so bad.

The warm embrace of a friends arms
bringing back to a sense of reality
where I am not lost to the monsters inside my head,
but am someone much stronger,
able to defend the broken parts.

The serenity of peaceful silence,
where you are just there and nothing more
compliments my sullen tears,
building up a strength I never knew I had
Until I will no-longer fall prey to the demons of the past.
Dipika satpathy
If only wishes can come true,
I have one or two or maybe a few,
And they're all about you,
I want to enjoy a few with you,
I want to add more wishes to my life,
To make my life a perfect life,
I want to visit all places in my  life,
I want to makes others understand about my life.
I want to travel all my life,
To unravel the mysteries of  life.
Exploring the beauty of nature is the dream of my life,
Bringing those dream to you ....I am back live.
I whelve into mere existence
disappearing into the gloom where
you will find me beneath
heartbeat woven into lace.

Around me it is somber
and I am a whisper in silence.
My breath wounds itself around
me like pearls on string.
CJ Tims
I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.
Addison Hubbs
I'm back,
Not better.
Continually fighting a never ending circle of heartbreak.
Will it end?
I'm not better,
But I'm back.
The light in us make the sun dark
Wherever we go, we leave our mark
The cold in us makes death hot
If not,
why do we recycle our hurt
Standing next to the sun won't stop us from shinning,
Fighting the devil's champion won't stop us from winning
Wars are won by guns and swords,
Hearts are won with right words
That's why we are poets,even more,never less
We are poets, above all else
This is to every poet dead, alive, and yet unborn
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)
Salmabanu Hatim
I offered him my paintbrush,
And he painted my life grey and black.
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
Ciel Noir
in the still air
grain fields shimmer
pale blue green
a silent sea
Colette Alexia
An endless summer, a California dream
Would've meant nothing without you there setting the scene
I counted up a list of all the things that meant the most to me
And the list added up to be
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