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Giuliana Modugno
I have fallen in love with The Moon,
and in all of His darkness
I have recognized I am The Sun
I miss you
Lane O
I get lost in your eyes.
Shining beauty like gemstone.
Hearts entwined, always.
a little haiku (kind of) I wrote for my wife
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
Johnny's Brother
It has always been considered extremely poor form
to speak ill of the dead. But isn't it far more hurtful
to speak ill of the living?
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
David P Carroll
I'm so happy in life
And I'm so in love with you
I listen to my heart
Beating every day
It's beating every day
For you because I love you..
I Love You Sweetheart ❤️
Luna Pan
i'd rather be kissing in summer
so innocent and so naïve
you can taste the strawberries right off my lips

i'd rather be cuddling in winter
so cozy and so soft
in my mouth, i can taste your past
that's what i want and that's where i am
i dreamt of you once
long ago

and after that
i could never stop

wondering and wondering
about how you were doing.
did it finally get to you?
distant flashing skies
piercing midnights moonlit calm
drowning this still peace
When I met you
I didn't know you
I was scared
of dying alone
Years later

You're like a father to me
you helped me through the unimaginable

Even so, you found it easy to lie to me
and ignore my wishes

Because of this my life could of had meaning

Now you're gone, down deeper in dirt and I'm hurt
wishing I had more time with you.

Realising I did have meaning
told you I'd try to forgive you

Didn't know I had to be


for it to happen.
This poem is not in my perspective but in someone else. It's about a girl who lost someone who she loved so much.
Hannah Hannah Hannah
won’t you smile for us
cuz when your sad
i feel like I’ve been hit by a bus

and it was a big bus
with you,
i was constantly looking over my shoulder,
waiting for you
to catch up on our love.
my neck hurts, jk, it's a metaphor.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
Robert C Ellis
We caster sand celliod silicate transmit in
We can pretend to be stars
Screaming frequency naming
New Creatures and Gods for days of the
I think my friends can even see me from here
The thing about alcohol is that it cleans every atom
Like a dream.
And the Dogstar always gleams.
Your smile with dimple,
Your heart with gold,
Your eyes with dreams,
Your hands with hold,
Your mind with ambitions,
Your voice with tarry
Your feet with hurry
She didn’t care
About the style of his hair
She didn’t care
About the pile of clothes
He let her wear
She didn’t care if the days were a fright
As long as they had each other to hold come night
She didn’t care if his wounds
Bled her blood
He knew she’d be there to heal them soon
She didn’t care about the talks of affair
For her eyes became blinded by despair
And the absence of the love
That was once there
Gabriela Cintron
Love never hurt you

The wrong person did
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
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
Goodbye my sweet innocence
My hunger takes precedence
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.
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
Gentle raindrops fall
A melody for my soul
Soothing me, like you
Erin Riley
to bring
my dreams
with me
when I
wake up.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
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)
Bill Adair
I wonder what was on his mind
Stopping beside the woodland snow.
Did he wish he hadn’t been so kind?
I wonder? What was on his mind
With home and hearth so far behind,
And still with sleepless miles to go?
I wonder what was on his mind
Stopping beside the woodland snow?
Anais Vionet
I want to be a writer -
and like a new poker player -
I'm starting to evaluate my cards.

I post on several poetry sites
I find syncing them kind of hard.

'Cause I'm the model of imperfection
heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes -
a teenager half-heartedly committed
to doing whatever it takes.

Does it help that I'm never happy?
That I constantly make updates?

At times I feel the proverbial cat
chasing its own tail -
but I think I'm making progress
- like a literary snail.
A poem about wanting to be a writer
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.
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Growing up has taught me
The kind of man I’m meant to be
I’m not happy when I’m succeeding
and I’m not pretty

Keep your distance
Keep your distance
Keep your distance
From me

I still haven’t figured things out
I doubt that I ever will be
peaceful, coming to terms with that
Makes me feel more free

Keep your distance from me

I used to write of a man lost at sea
Of a mountain man
Of things I’d like to think
I could strive to be

Keep your distance from me

I’m drowning on solid ground
Burning and crashing
Surrounded by a thriving town
Burning and crashing
By friends who would never let me down

Keep your distance from me

Oh please
Just give me peace
Covid, losing my job, being comfortable with losing my job, not being comfortable with being comfortable.... it makes a dude write, I guess
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
I might seem a bit mystic but I’m good at heart

As a small garden rakes over my eyes and a head digging in and scrapping away

She says,

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson red,
And dripping every seed on the ground
It’s ripe and over-full,

My dissatisfied heart,
My hearts it is more human than I,
More than life itself

My heart cries but my eyes are dry,

And behold my friend
This is what I call my brief tragedy of flesh

So set me free and away
So I can lay at peace
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
i am myself
i may not be the same me that i was before
but i am still me
and i am still myself
and i am still i

it gets harder
every time
to put myself back together
but isn't that all we are

just fragments

some of us are put together neatly
fitting perfectly like pieces of a puzzle

others are a little haphazard
strips of paper hastily taped

i tape other people together
and i am also the tape
and i tape myself

i am not perfect

but i am me
and i am myself
and i am i.
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