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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.
reaching out to others is a hard, hard thing
i really never do, not much for a casual fling
i want to be friends for a long, long time
but why does it feel like the effort is all mine?
If you see a family member, friend or co worker struggling. Reach out and give them a helping hand, instead of letting them sink deeper Into the quick sand.

- JGMC•¥•
- another short poem from my published book.
J E A Cole
My fingers have tasted the moon, and my mouth are sealed with hyacinth
Whiter than the skin of pomegranate stars purify with bitter herbs, set alight by the bright face of morn
World's light membrane burns on drought, for our milk tears are insufficient to cleanse and make it whole
Lies exposed
Truth unveiled
A year of Clarity...
Clarity is what we needed
To survive...
To grow
To change

My vision is clear
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
with your cool steel eyes
and ink stained hands,
you are the only one
who calms the storm
in my mind.
- just like honey.

God sometimes closes curtains
but He'll always open the

I was looking at another ten word poem in my archives and came up with this one. I like this a lot better!
Lisette Naidelyn
i stopped wishing for you
mainly because
i never truly wished
for anything for me
unless it involves you and i
so instead of wishing for us
i wished for you
to have better days
to fall in love with life
to kiss it with open arms
and your eyes closed
for life to fall for you
hard and fast
with lips so soft
and a gentle hand on your cheek
because it’s what you deserve
Harley Hucof
In this dream, that i frequently dream
A tribe of woman Stepping in the pool of creation

Under the radiant moonbeam
my conscience mind is absent
I am the imagination

Under the moonlight
the woman's tribe act as one
At the pool of creation, witnessed by none

Revealing the secret of womanifesting

Are you alone? Womanifest

From the source,
By light and dust
My love is created
In sacrifice and blood

Words Of Harfouchism
What you think
I grip your hand as I cling on for dear life,
Our life has just begun,
But it’s time to wake up.

I cling onto you as I feel your invisible breath on my neck,
I’m trying to get the most of you,
But my breathing is getting heavier.

I finally open my eyes,
Just wishing you were truly there,
Right next to me.
~ I've started writing more short stories and less poems, sorry! I just got my new computer so I'll try to get more poems up!
The voice in my head,
Tells me what you said.

It tells me about good things,
To my imagination, it lends its wings.

In my mind, our sky is blue,
I know at last this love is true.
My HP Poem #1869
©Atul Kaushal
Erin Riley
to bring
my dreams
with me
when I
wake up.
Look at you tonight
You're brave in a different light

A dark light

A dark light

A dark light

Look at you tonight
You're a gothic scene

In your own dreams

In your own dreams

In your own dreams

Look at you tonight
You're doing whatever you want

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Look at you tonight
You've learned a different language
You're dancing with the strangers
You're driving nowhere

All in your mind

All in your mind

All in your mind

Do what you want to do
You're unstoppable

Do what you want to do

Do what you want to do

Do what you want to do

You're beautiful

You're beautiful

You're beautiful

Just the way you are
There is nothing better
Be the way you are
You're the eye eater

You're the writing on the wall
And they're reading you backwards
And you're falling with laughter
You're the master of modern catastrophe

All you want

All you want

All you want

Is human
Message to myself :)
How many more times
Will I die
Before I find life
In its scarcest places?
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.
Gentle raindrops fall
A melody for my soul
Soothing me, like you
John Destalo
it wasn’t what
they said

to her that
made her


she was
a true

and I

was jealous
of that

she didn’t

know how
rare she was

she believed
the best in

others and
of life

but I lived in

a different
Anonymous Freak
I remember
When people looked at me
As if I
Were beautiful.
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
I'm trying so hard to live my life.

Everyday a new obstacle places itself in my path and I always get stuck. I always tell myself that god has a plan for me...but lately i'm not so sure...Do you think that I want to live this way? knowing that you could possibly re-enter my life at any second. I'm not scared of you, I'm scared about the person I'm going to become when you're here.

So please don't come back.
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine
are wrought now, with terror and scorn
what once was yours is no longer mine

a gentle rain turned to blurry lines
a spark grown, the fire now borne
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine

once one eye shut, now two are blind
facing catastrophe with your mind torn
what once was yours is no longer mine

windblown, torrential in the same kind
sunrise no longer leads to morn'
(with) the glint in your eyes in the moonshine

prostrate in pain, hands now behind
a final cry, alone and forlorn
what once was yours is no longer mine

a whisper from hate, a loveless sign
finally, clear skies now adorn
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine
what once was ours, is no longer mine
maybe it's time we let go
The dough spins above,
Launched from floured hands, they wait.
Curse that ceiling fan.
Pizza making is a lot of fun. Except when you underestimate exactly how high you can toss a dough. least it’s spinning!
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
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.
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
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.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
Sometimes I wonder what life is!
Is it like my mom’s kiss?
Gonna embrace?
Or is it success that I have to chase?
I know the world’s horrible.
Always make you feel invisible.
But what is life like?
A wild cat’s strike?
Or gonna be a child’s dreamlike?

When asked the experienced one,
said it can be chilly as winter and  warm as under the sun.
Life is like a movie with all the drama,
with your sidekick as karma.
strike your best pose,
so that the story pays when one goes!
The golden rule of  life is : One who has the gold makes the rules.
Amanda Hawk
Fingertips linger upon skin
I trace my answers
As if my hands are mouths
Tongues lapping at the salt
The sunrise rests upon you
Layers of pink, orange and yellow
Glisten upon your face
And my gaze
Falls into your eyes
Your name
The horizon upon my tongue
And our love, I devour
Slowly eating with every touch
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)
I caught a glimpse of you today. The humidity fastening your dress to your hips. That yellow, summer dress you used to wear for me. The one with exhausted straps that inevitably descend to your arms. Your noncommitted attempts to readjust them, seemingly resigned to your inescapable fate. I always liked that dress. The bend of your knee partially hidden but enough given to entice. The curves of your thighs painted by the wind.

I saw the rose highlights in your hair. I like them. If the sun hadn't washed you in light at that moment I would have never known. They remind me of the fiery passion of your love.

I saw you smile. That's new. I haven't seen that in what feels like an eternity. I saw you reach out. Your delicate hands and slender fingers that used to caress me. The chills throughout my body as you touched me. Then I saw him. But I don't care about him because I caught a glimpse of you today.
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?
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
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