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Johnson Oyeniran
Love will never invite a sweetheart into
My life, my place in her eyes, is to watch
Her at work on the sidelines, therfore, for a
Decent price, I sojourn to undergo a carnal but
Artificial intimate night, under the covers for a
Short time, leaving me temporarily gratified,
But sadly broken inside.
charlieboy bateman
The ground is molten lava
there is fire in the
air we breathe, it is
my one desire to have
you here with me.
You may want to
pray to Jesus when
this story ends. Will
you keep my company
I guess that just depends
I count the souls here
by the trillions, we get
more every day. Some
times it's by the billions
and they are here to stay.
Here you will find Buda,
Allah's in here too
I know this may upset
some, not what it's
meant to do. I am just
a demon and soul's
are up for sale, the next
step when the wicked
die is here with me
in hell. This description
is not over, river's of feces
on the floor. You will seek
to find a way out but
will not find the door.
each person here doe's
suffer, the torment never
ends. If a name is
not in the book of
life the suffering  just
i didn’t mean to fall in love
but i did
and you didn’t mean to hurt
but you did
I bow my head, I begin to pray
I'm high on a mountain
top. I feel his presence
and I hope it will stay
I never want it to stop.
I pray in the spirit when
I close my eye's and I
feel lost in his love.
For when he speaks
I am so glad to hear it
every good thing comes
from above. I am a sinner
saved by his grace
one thing that I do know,
Jesus is real and I've seen
his face, he lifted me
when I was low.
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Futile the flight
If not to be at peace
Futile the flight
If unable to savior

The blue bronze
Golden and grey
White withering sky

Futile the fate
Of a feathered mind
Futile a scape if not to fly
Hugo Pierce
You can have anything you want.
Not Everything.
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)
Nitin Pandey
I'm sorry about that
To my own

I insisted that
I leave you alone

Life quickly neglect
To inhale and exhale

It just took a time
Stretch as a death spell
#thought #festival #alternative
Death is the most beautiful thing or another great way to get out of the way in the same situation when the first opportunity you lose with others who are saved in the future...🍁
Like a cry in the night
Left unheard
But not unspoken
Never really unspoken
Simply ignored
But why?
Why was I ignored
And overlooked
Was I not worth being heard
And noticed
Was I not special enough
To be saved
Even when words are uspoken, they are still there. Just waiting to be heard.
my dowry is in the palm of my hand
and you cannot see it
but hold it and feel its worth.
Salmabanu Hatim
Food is to stomach,
Fasting is to soul.
Was I ever really his favorite?
From the words, he spilled,
I would have been inclined to believe it,
but his actions say otherwise.

Was I ever anyone's favorite?
I've been chronically revered but overlooked at the same time.
They spoke so highly of me, for someone so apt to abandon at a moment's notice.

I couldn't imagine him willing to take the time to get to know me,
and yet I expended my energy to know him;
it's funny,
to think I vowed my love to someone so distant.

I have never been the favorite,
I have always been the connecting piece from one person to another,
leading them to each other like a sheep dog with its flock;
I have always been alone,
One way or another.
Didn't realize this was a deep-rooted pain I had until recently that really centers on a childhood wound. Here we are trying to get it out of my head and onto paper.
I'd like to
some time with
over the weekend
nothing calms me
more than the
of soft autumn
rustling through the
Ngarra Burra Ferra -The Sapphires
Frances Raeburn
I love you
whatever that means.
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
Sonja G N Woods
they want me
to fail
they wish me
bad luck
they look down
at me
and laugh
at me
and what do I do
I do even better
Ashly Kocher
Broken thoughts
Like an unfinished puzzle
That feeling of always missing a piece
Never to be found
Until you least expect it
When the unfinished suddenly becomes complete
Be patient, for then, brokenness turns into beauty and all is found
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Francie Lynch
I have stared
Far too long
At this blank page.
I've come to the hard realization,
Like a refugee raft,
This poem won't write herself.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
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.
51 seconds have gone by
and i want you to write
despite, having just sent
what i had said
this love thing's for life
in my heart
like you're in my head
it's awful trite
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
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
Thomas W Case
Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning...childhood,
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find  
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.
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The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
A loon communes on the lake,
the lake is a tear drop on Mother Earth,
the ripples flow like glass being blown,
I am perched on my porch.
The loon cries once more,
I puff on my cigar,
the smoke shifts indecisively,
it moves much like the unchained around me,
free willed and wild.
I dream of being unchained.
My branches stretch out,
they yearn for the sun,
but heavy grey clouds hang on puppet strings.
Overcast and encumbered by responsibility,
they shroud the sun,
blanket it with regret and doubt.
I dream of being unchained.
I lower my branches and shout,
but no one hears,
my voice is chained.
The loon cries out,
it echoes unrestrained.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sharp jagged rocks, a river
doe's flow, I hear
your voice on the breeze
I've learned a lot and
one thing I do know
is your cry in the pine
on the trees. Lover
of life with a care free
spirit induces me to
see, that you are wild
and I'm nowhere near
it is why it's unsettled
in me. It's your way
that beaconed me,
it caused me to see
that you were a lover
of all. I was under
your spell now I'm
finally free I'm no longer
six inches tall.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Mariah Button
I do not know if he is meant for me.
But even if he is not,
promise me you'll take care of him.
Let me say goodbye to him in a dream,
let me love him in another life.
Let him know my heart still holds the door open,
if he wishes to come inside.
Letting go of the ones you love can be tough, so this is about feeling hope. Me knowing in my heart this is right and still thinking maybe in some other future or in another time we could have made it work.
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
I’ll just go
To play
Imran Islam
Let me draw my dreams
in your brown eyes
Let my soul smile always
on your happy face!

Let my mind be colored
in your colors
Let my empath heart sink
for your tears!

Let me follow your shadow
in the morning ray
Let me pray for you, baby
every new day.

I let the moon go away
when you smile at me
I forget my raceway
when you're onto me.

Darling, keep smiling
as you always do;
You know the answer as well
when I do love you!
Sam Lawrence
Forgive me, but I don't
want to explore my feelings,
backpack through insecurity
or interrail across buried pain.
There is no pride to be found
in travelling to those places
or even in a triumphant return.
Instead, I'll make my feelings
comfortable by giving them
a seat inside a steady room,
beside a window with a view
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
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