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Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
From out of the deep
Made deeper than time

All are Gods to God
Imagining what is left

When darkness is redefined from nature
When truth becomes faith

In the divine dreaming of gold
Asleep inside the blue box

All that glitters from kingly words
Become punishments for tempting

To wake in the light of forgetting
The "greatest" story

To remember the dark of eternity
Where golden rules may yet exist

And good and evil
Do not
A Dead Poet
Take my hand,
Share this moment
        I'll admit
I am afraid.

         Take the plunge
Into the deep
          Let us love without complexities,

        Take my hand,
feel my beat,
        feel the sweat
I am scared
        You're scared
but let our hearts beat in-unison
         as we steal stars from the night sky.
  --for our love to shine bright in our discomposure--
Aryan Sam
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
The strife
purple turtle
is majestic
it’s as majestic
their craft
it’s one stroke that says
a million words
it’s a beat that makes
a million people dance
it’s one color that says
a million emotions
it’s a single thought
that comes upon a masterpiece
Every night I saw you
Every night beside me
I feel to forget,  secret yet hidden pain
It's all about meanings
You teach me
With that smile to forgive my past
Let me make it those finest memories
Which will last between us
Cover my past, belove my present
Upbringing my future with you
Let me love you, let me love forever
Let me love you to endure...
Love is beautiful
I'd say you bring color to my life
That my life was gray before you came along
But, that would be a lie
Life was always colorful

You make me want to color it some more.

I want to color you silly
Would you do me the honor
of coloring me too?
Royal blue deepening
Velvet drift, sky robe
White moon gliding, glowing
Pinned tight, night's brooch
Trees black, still as cut-outs
Unreal sense
Of something's approach
All festooned in magic
And the brooch is smiling
Tempting the future
Rolling like a die and
Laughing at fate
Indoors has broken out in chaos
I just silently stand in the corner
And wait.
Fatin Abd Ghaffar
as the sun touches the blue ocean
them skies turned yellow and purple
you looked deep in my eyes
and asked
“why did you never write poetry about me?”

here are the reasons my love
all my words are rather poignant and
I have no talent in writing happy poem
I only write about people who hurt me
but you,
you never even close to makes me sad.
so I never write about you
maybe I will once you leave
but I hope I will never do
why would i say "i love you"?
maybe it's because you remind me of poetry.
i love you and every little rhyme,
i cherish every syllable of you.

i would say "i love you" because your beauty could outshine every rain any day.
i say "i love you" because, simply put,
i do
Movie night indoors
Chocolate biscuits , sweet latte
Soft night moon and stars
Family Movie night indoors x x
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
Rupert Pippingford
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.
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
Pedro Vialle
I wonder
when all my lies fall
and the truth
comes knocking down
all these walls I built around
will they still want
this child of the rainbow
amongst their white flock?
Living a double life is hard and it becomes harder every single day I keep hiding the truth about myself. I long for the day I'll be free, but also fear it, for it also may be the last day I see so many of my loved ones...
This time of the year is when all the fat women finally give up on their New Years resolution, and lower their standards to hook up with a slob like me. Normally, I'm crushing it right about now, but I guess that they would rather have cabin fever than the c-virus.
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
are you cheating on me?
The other day,
I unblocked you from

Not because I miss you.

Not because I am inviting you
back into my life
after a year and a half--

Because I refuse
to remain in hiding.

Olly Olly Oxen Free,

You're playing my game now.
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Just when we thought
there was all the time
in the world
the alarm went off.
I was a page in your book of life.
You were a whole chapter in mine.
I´d like to vanish
in the dark
so when the sun raises
I am gone

I don't want to be
in this world
so when the earth turns
I am gone

I wish to flee
from this life
so when the birds sing
I am gone

I gave up
the hope of morning
so when the moon vanishes
I will too
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)
We all have demons-

The difference between,
you and me-

I choose to feed them.

They live rent-free,
unwanted guests trapped
in the abyss of my memories

I cannot hide
it's all in my mind

separation of church and
There is no redemption

Last call, fist fight-
getting over the words
inside of my mind

I must be dreaming
it's all deceiving
©2020 Christina Jackson
stream of conscious
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
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
Be happy
It is all I care for

Be free
It is all I want for you

Be burden free
It is what I choose for you

Be living and breathing
But guilt free
You deserve to be happy

Be all that you can be
Be yourself
Be loving
You deserve it all

Be free
You are a free bird and burden free. Please know that. Cherish the memories.
ryan brighton
you are not someone i can bury myself beneath.
you are someone i am meant to forget.
disappearing like dew in the morning,
you are not art, as much as i say you are.
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
Salmabanu Hatim
I gazed in awe as she got closer,
Intriguing .
And as you enter her ,
She hugs you wrapping herself around you,
Carressing you softly and gently,
Suddenly she disappears,
Leaving you in a haze anď somewhat moist.
Your heart
is pure gold
a treasure
hard to
but when
I touch you
it is as if
the gold has

-Help me to want your treasure
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
I drank the ocean,
Down to the very last drop
But I still feel empty

I stand on the sun
Blind and burning
But the shadows inside remain

I watch the stars turn
In the black of the night
And see my heart reflected
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
marc rios
I hate you! For holding my hands!
I hate you! For the tender kisses!
I hate you! For whispering me promises
I hate you! For reaching my core
For stealing my heart!
For convincing me with sweet lies!
For gazing through my innocent eyes!

I've never been hurt this way,
This much
This time
Of all my entire life

I hate you!
I loved you!
I..... still love you.....
michael cera
better days,

where i don't tear myself apart.

better ways to find a heart.

bodies drop, a million ways.

find a love within their sway.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
all the
great religions
of the world
are ships

i am more
in the
Ciel Noir
we change our plans
hold back our hands

with all our strength
and force of will

we hide away
another day

we tremble
and the Earth stands still
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
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