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Suzy Berlinsky
The turkey sat alone in an oven to escape the brutal winter. The hot
gravy was a sauna of excitement. “Stuff croutons up there,” the tur-
key bawled telepathically as every turkey-eater in Ohio faded away.
rummaging through oceans
stirring storms
spinning aequoreal
threads into cerulean fabric
hemmed with
in leaps n' bounds
washing over crystal grains
inexplicable surges of
swirling thoughts

I'm so happy I could burst
It's like getting ready for my first race
Adrenaline is rushing through my heart
But I'm standing with a smile on my face

Really, It's addicting
Everytime our eyes meet
The the Spring blooms
And the wind sweeps me of my feet
Maniacal Escape
Cry hands unbled.
Hate thy neighbour.
Neck unsnapped.
Wood construct nightmare.
When it seems like all hope may be lost,
Just remember that after the last fire burns out, the lands will blossom.
Unknown, old entry from years ago.
Make of it what you will.
Reagan Lee
you have to hurt to heal,
there's no other way out.
You have to hate to let go of love,
You have to change to love yourself,
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
I did find the hero willing to enter my gruelling darkness. A hero willing to fight the obscure demons raging in my head. Im no longer sitting alone in this dreadful darkness. Im done pushing everyone away. Demons u can’t control me anymore. I’ve got my hero now.
but these scars are nothing,
I enjoyed all of them
every pain I felt
because it was from you
I-Am Grateful for everything...
The inner gratitude & love within me
& towards others...

For the people I love, for the
meaningful connections.

To live, & be here in the now..
Surrendering to this present moment.

Sending love, positive light, &
good energy your way...

Thank you <3
Made: | November 26, 2020 |
By: Kiana Mae ♡
Poem #12 “I-Am Grateful“
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
Dead lover
I bleed through words,
From the cuts given by the society.

I want to escape and fly like birds,
With a hope, it all ends my agony.
The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
sitting under the rosy sun
trying to escape the problems i cant outrun
waiting for the days to pass
people waiting for me to fall and crash
and i'm getting pretty close
underneath this sunlit rose
Ginger R
I know my face is feminine
I know everyone 'knows' I'm a girl
I know in this confusing christian society
You have to keep to the binary

And so I don't expect them
To look at me
And say "He"

But just once
Maybe they'll hesitate
Before saying "She"
That could be enough
Eshwara Prasad
A constant worry about
how to pay dues.
I saw a fallen Apple fruit
Beneath the shadow of the tree
It was all red and cool and fresh
And worms have yet to partake its flesh
Round the fruit's awaited grave
Nothing lies but cool earth; Save
The footprints that lead to and from
This Apple tree that stood alone
This vast expanse of fielded loam

Straightaway I knew the answer to this enigma
Adam rose from the dead and found that he was hungry
He saw the Apple tree, rattled the branches so the fruit would fall
And seeing the prints where the snake did crawl
Decided that he was not going to eat at all
He left; walked around in search of Eve
And his son Seth so that they can run around naked and not toil till sundown
and relieve themselves from the burden
Of being first and last in Eden
I wrote this like 5 or 6 years ago. Inspired by Jorge Luis Borges
The ring on your finger,
       means you belong to another
Yet your heart,
       seem to have found it's own destination
How long will it be,
         before these two worlds come crashing down?
Cranberries cry
And wait to be gone
From the world
I wait
To smile again
nebulous galaxies
                          spiraling forth
stars collecting
                          in clusters              lost
               constellations           in
                             ­         space
duly                        ­                     revolving,
     with                       the Sun  
                    and                           the Moon
                      in the interstellar
Chaos in my mind

                 Spirals on repeat

They left me behind

                  Blisters on my feet

I’m lost and I’m blind

                   Empty and Complete  

I try to chase my thoughts

                    But they end up chasing me
Devin Ortiz
A memory is just a story altered.
Every recall differs from the one before it.
The details will fade, though the essence remains.

An orator of the mind spins the tales,
Our experiences catalogue them.

The bitter ones grow even more bitter.
The happy ones grow even happier.

But this mind of mine refused my request.
Figuring some memories are best,
left behind.

And so in my unremembering,
I ponder the splendid and mundane,
that has all been locked away.
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
Maria Etre
Imagine if rain fall
made sound
when it hit the surface
the world
would sound so serene
Can you feel the pressure,
Can you feel it with me,
Because every single time when i see your face,
it reminds me of how life is full of grace,

Can you feel the pressure,
Can you feel it with me,
when times get hard and our hearts are broken life seems unbearable, mistakable, and unforgettable.

Don't leave these scars on my heart,
I promise it will never fall apart.

Can you feel the pressure,
Can you feel it with me?
I was randomly singing words to myself this morning, and i didn't know why, so i decided to write it down into a poem. A love poem, with some humor.
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
I didn't expect to find you.
I didn't expect to share so much.
I didn't expect to like you.
I was hesitant at first
but of course
I gave in.
It was my own fault that I opened up
knowing full and well you would leave too
just like the rest.
You said you weren't like everyone else
and you were right.
You're not like everyone else
you're you.
and you broke me.
You took the pieces of me
you promised you'd repair.
You're not like everyone else
you're worse.
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
Swi you are my flame, you are my fire. You warm me up, and burn me with desire.
Your touch as petal, relieving my tire.
Am blest for my need for you is dire.

Skin as sapphire, eyes as two doves.
Lips so succulent, flowing fresh oases
Hips as curves, wells of desires
Perfection in a person, one who is my beloved.
Leave it to a 5 year old to ask
what everyone is wondering
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
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 have not been on for a while .
I have a crushed disc pressing against my spine.
Once that is taken care of I shall return.
I needed you like the ocean needs the Moon to guide it through the rockiest of  storms
as it relies on her to lift it up,  she illuminates each wave and curve
when it crashes it does so with such tranquillity, as it knows she’ll never let its rhythm die out
The dance the Moon  preforms with her ocean feels as natural as us my love.
Tender, sweet and miles apart.
The here and now
A place in time
The world feels so soft
and open

Fulfilling my wish
A three part kiss
where time stands still
and I seize the moment

On the brink of lust
With each healing touch
And suddenly the world
appears less broken

The here and now
A place in time
Our soft worlds collided
and wide open
13 October 2020
Your love
has dried up the ocean
in my eyes,
so when the pain
seeps in,
I pour the wine
of your thoughts
in my pen
and let the words
(I write to you)
get high
and cry...
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