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follow a line
like there is no other road
don't scream a lot
what you saw
like it happened to everything

fish that don't drown in the sea
as if everybody knew

like a story once time lived
Patty P
𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝔂
Habiba Herisha
Oh god,
I’m done.
I can’t be a fighter nor can I be survivor anymore.
I’m tired.
I can no longer fight my own battles.
I’m surrounded by darkness.
I’m a prisoner of my own demons.
Oh god.
I’m done.
I’m sad
you keep telling me that i'm cute
you clearly haven't looked in a mirror
so here Nina is, 1981,
she sings just to know she's alive
and I know where she's coming from;
her range isn't what it used to be
but the crack in her voice,
each phrase off-beat,
its urgency I love so much;
so here Nina is, 1981.
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 didn't really notice
when the nightmares stopped.
after all, we were fighting too often
for my mind to conjure much worse.
reality was the nightmare.
idk i'll always love you i'm sure
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
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
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
This desire for your eyes
Consumes me each day
I feel lost in my mind and only you
can find me
I look away, I feel afraid
I don't know if you feel the same way
I don't know If I should reach you
I know we don't share the same age
No words have been spoken
Your eyes say it all
Your eyes tell me you want me but I'm not sure
I'll stay with this desire and it will leave it all to fate
This fire that burns for you
I guess you'll never know, cause ill never tell
Beckie Davies
He couldn't love me because I was empty
So I injected myself with poison
Until I was overflowing

He couldn't love me because I was toxic
So I slashed my skin
Draining the poisonous blood out of my body

He couldn't love me because I was too unstable
So I took all my meds with a bottle of tequila
I felt my life fade away

At my funeral
He finally loved me
Simply because
I was gone
he finally loved me, simply because I was gone
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
Samara Reddy
it's a cosmic correction
     to live a little slower-
        be a little closer,
           live where you are,
              take care of your home-
                  and your home's home.

      To look into each others' eyes-
         no need to fake a smile
           can't see it anyway.
              You can't mask the tears
                      or the smize

           what if it's a hyper alteration
                       to change course
Reminder to heed the lessons of 2020 and Covid-19.
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...
some letters and a basic sound,
eyes and nose and mouth and salt on cheeks,
soft curves and sharp edges,
everything and nothing and
We both agreed,
We are only
On Tuesday.

I miss your voice.

You're actually straight,
just entertaining me,
I wish you were gay.

Then I'd know why you refuse me.
I miss his laugh :-(

I need a girlfriend
charles bateman
We're like dog's in a corner itching to bite , when push come's to shove we are in for a fight . This is the way I feel it need's to be , we have to throw punches if we want to be free . When the fighting is over , it's time for peace , it's the way I prefer to say the least . It's been said love thy neighbor as we want to be loved , my friend's we can do this with help from above . Please know as you read this it's a good way to live , dont be a taker and learn how to give . In all of my years I've come to believe , it's better to give than it is to receive . I'll leave this impression and you can be the judge , how much should we give ? what we have is enough .
Leave it to a 5 year old to ask
what everyone is wondering
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.
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
Commuter Poet
It is said we face
The worst economic decline
In 300 years

So be it

Would we prefer
An economic acceleration?
Has our economic activity created
The world we really desire?

Perhaps we should slow down
And let the environment

After all
Economic prosperity
Does not equal happiness
25th Nov 2020
I miss you today ,
I'll miss you tomorrow.
When you went away ,
I was filled with sorrow.

I miss your smile and your face ,
Long talks at night.
You could never be replaced  ,
Now nothing seems right.

God needed another angel so you had to go ,
Yet tears still flow today.
I just wanted you to know ,
I love you more than words can say,
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
i started writing a poem about you
the words were ropes wound tight around my hands
but the ship was sinking.
so i cut the ties
the knife slipping and slicing cuts in my hands
and i let go
before i too became a wreck
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
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
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
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
No one loves like me
but I write about it anyway.
Even if it's sweet nothings..
to the moon or empty chairs.

I like to think the moon listens

and maybe someday

someone else like me will, too.
You were the reason for my poems
About love and despair
About pain and your curly hair
& the lost love that wasn’t fair
About how much you didn’t care
When I lost my poetry everything be came clear
one things for certain you’re not here
Could it be my writers block is gone
Or have I just found a new song
A new song to sing with someone new
But boy have my problems grew
Added baggage from my past
The anxiety is sure to tell me it won’t last
So I lash out like a whip
Frightened & guarded with a gun on my hip
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
This phrase is absolutely disgusting
and it is completely crushing.

This phrase is an invasion of privacy
and it constantly gives me anxiety.  

This phrase makes me want to throw up
every time you ask a CHILD before they grow up.

This phrase shouldn't exist
don't you understand the pain it inflicts?

Just leave us alone
to live our life.
Let us live outside of the shadows
and put away that knife.
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 like *******.
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.
                                                            ­    has

In the End, It will all fit together.
If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
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.

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