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and I realised
everything I missed
like feeling her lips curl
into a smile or a kiss

I look into her eyes
while she stares into the abyss
her fingers uncurl just a little bit
and we fall asleep like this
stories are made for enchantment
our hearts are even meant
we hold hands
staring at each others eyes
and there's a spark
the hints of lies
our heartbeats
can never be in sync;
for I know mine
will always be beating
faster than yours
Ann Taylor
I think God
spent extra time on you
and the way you look at me
makes me feel like
that applies to me too
Lillian Green
Live for adventure,
Nothing is stopping you but your imagination,
Boundaries set by the mind.

Live for clarity,
There’s a fine line between seeing,
And believing.

Live for truth,
It will come out in the end,
And you will love it.

Mostly, live for life,
You only get one chance.
A Ray of hope
Flickers in the sky.
A small robin cheeps between the leaves.
Sound of rippling waters
Close to my heart .
A moment in time
The world stood still .
No busy streets
No traffic
But eree
What happened
God silenced the noise
And the busy streets
He shut down economy
To get our attention.
You don't here me in the busyness
Or the crowded streets.
You have ingored my voice
Time to think about death and life .
I  need you to want me .
But from your own accord.
Not mine .
Vargov Saikia
and must
not in agony
in realisation
"we poets are liars"

whilst we sing,
"I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In)",

love came in at the eye
through the body
and left . . .


Or shall I say they bent the truth to lie...
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
I'm just a little colder
A little sadder
A little lonelier
A little more bored
A little more hallow
Now that I left 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.
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.
hellbent on slaughtering
the devils at my door
held an exorcism
so they can't hurt me anymore
mouthful of sin
the father has me on my knees
because i won’t pray for him
i owe him no apologies
i’m not your disciple
i fear no god
i won’t follow blindly
the pious lies that i’ve been told
i will sin to spite you
Ronza Jairy
Confront our past
this time it’s just natures way
of telling us to
The last memory I have of you
You were sitting in your car

With pleading eyes that said,
“Please don't go”
Although moments earlier
Your words said different.

I had kissed your cheek
And said one last

I waved as I drove away
With a heavy heart and a
Soul that did not want to
Emaan Masood
you were a part of the lies
i grew up in

you were a part of the curse
i grew up to

you were a part of the destiny
i grew out of
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)
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
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
Cayley Raven
You don't know what it's like
to be born under late june's sun,
even though it's dark outside
and the moon is shining so bright
it could claim the lion's throne.
You don't know what it's like
to be a Cancer's child,
to hear the lions roar.
This is about my zodiac sign,  I am a Cancer with moon in Leo and I often feel misunderstood and choose to close into my own little world. I don´t expect anyone to understand this either.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
Masha Yurkevich

If they shut
schools for
too long,

moms will
find a solution
to the virus

faster than

and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
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. ♡
Everybody's complaining about lockdown
But my feelings were already on lockdown long ago
And now they're on stand-by
a poem every day

i'm catching up with the notes, but life is asking a lot. i'm constantly tired, and very busy with school. i'll try to post when i can, but that's probably just gonna be when i feel like it.
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
all too much
all too less
miss you so much
cause you've been the best
so far
so near
after Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart"

my life is your life
it was never mine.
omission of submission
leaves no way out.
what's an offer of forgiveness
to a promise of betrayal?
a lost shepherd leading the blind.
under a loaded sky
someone sang
"there is a light and it never goes out"
a marvellous truth that
has taken my heart.
there is light somewhere
but not in my eyes.
heaven can wait.
the gods will have to delight in themselves
a little longer.
Sameera Krishna
When i first saw you,
I captured my soul with your gaze.
How beautiful that moment was.
Harshitha Girish
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Words' Worth
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
Baby clouds cuddle up
Blue sky greets beauteous lake
Celestial  mirror
No, I don't fall in love
'cause I don't wanna fall.
Yeah, I mute my phone
'cause I don't want a call.
You say so little, yet you think
that you're a know-it-all.
I won't fall in love
'cause I can't give my all.
I can't move on in life
'cause now I always stall.
I'm a human being, yet
you treat me like a doll.
I try to act so cool, but
I've got no life at all.
I won't fall in love 'cause
that means I've gotta fall.
Sage Richardson
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

August 13, 2014
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
No one
Quietly my hand 

caresses the fire with joy;

I watch my hand burn.

My body drowns in

the ocean's gentle feathers;

emerged in slumber.

My hand reaches for

the stars, trying to grasp the

untouchable air.

Energy flows through 

your presence, travelling from

your very own core.
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