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I’m no poet
But I sure sound like one
From my grammar to
the misused punctuation
I can express
What I feel
From my mind
To white paper
The paper is my canvas
my mind is the paint
the pen is my brush
and the reader,
The Art critic.
Go ahead,
critique me
but just like a painting
I don’t plan on changing it
What you see
is what you get

I’m no poet after all
Nobody In Society
So much to say,
So little people to truly listen.
Ciel Noir
I think my thoughts
But deep inside
There is
I feel
Another mind

Which sends me messages
In dreams
Some wells are deeper than they seem
Joe Loggi
Talk like you speak with flowers,
Subtle and fragrant
So that I notice the wilting
Passion that their green stalks
Soon exhibit.
The problem is not even that im giving others second chances.
The problem is that i give myself seconds chances to give them to others.

Does that make sense?
Maybe tomorrow,
Will be my day,

Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll find my way,

Maybe tomorrow,
Things’ll get better,

Maybe tomorrow,
My life’ll improve,

And maybe tomorrow,
I’ll find hope,
But maybe, tomorrow,
I’ll give up.
Felix Vanden Borre
As I close my eyes
The last thing I see
Is you.

And as I drift away
To Morpheus's realm;
I see you with me
Our minds intertwining
And our souls fusing.

Come with me
Let's escape
Until one day
We can live
Dr YumnaKay
I walk under the moon -- my deep reveries keeping me awake, the moonlit trails marking the way of where my contemplation in the dark lead me ... an endless journey ... under the starry glow, I collect the broken threads, trying to untie the untying knots...

I walk under the moon -- the bitter realizations hit hard, a roundabout of thoughts and I come to a halt; the voids created by the ones we lose while walking with them along the sunlit paths are meant ~ never to be filled...
Nostalgic ramblings of a frustrated mind.
Run, run, run.
If you're cought, you're done.
Keep a low profile.
Stay quiet for a while.
Don't mess around,
or you'll be found.
You destroyed your life,
when you stabbed her with that knife.
You just did a crime,
And it will stick with you forever in time.
You committed ******,
Because you got mad at her.
Continue to run and hide,
But the memory will forever play in your mind.
if you can be anything
be kind.

we are all just humans.
we laugh at cute cat videos,
hum little songs,
eat raw cookie dough and laugh when it makes one giant cookie mass.

life is made of these moments.
people deserve so much love.
how often do we remind our families we love them?
is it often enough?
how many days do we think only of ourselves.
human nature is beautiful and terrible and stunning.

somehow hate seeps through the cracks of time and makes us bitter and angry.

and it's fine to be angry.
just don't let it consume you.
remember sometimes that there
are old folks out there who still tease each other,
there are babies who giggle when you play peekaboo,
there are dogs with slobbery tongues who need head scratches,
there are children spinning and laughing when they fall.
humams are important.
we are special.

even people we say we hate.
i thought i hated my mom
but i know she cares
and i have seen her run when she thought i was in danger.
i have seen her break into tears at getting a DUI and trying to explain to a child that she might lose her job.

being human is tough.
our hearts harden trying to protect ourselves but
we end up locking people out.

in trying to avoid being hurt
we hurt the ones we love.

please never forget that each person you meet has more than just facet.
people are stunningly complex.
don't judge someome til you've walked two moons in their moccasins.

humans are worth so much.
i don't know what i am saying
but i mean it with all of me.
i love you.
you deserve so much.
whirling whiplashing winds
cracked chipped crests all afloat
fearless feathered friends hover
piercing peels *******
bending bushes bow and sweep
hibiscus heading skywards
catamarans metal tinkling
thrashing sails
vortex spiring papers
sun rays bubbling  
crusty sky
day emerges
Sam Hammond
I don't mean to scare you
But could we make a deal?
I would like to wear your skin
To know how beauty feels.
Maybe pop a couple eyes
And test your lovely brain.
Admiring the intellect
This mind of yours contains.
Possibly your lips and nose,
Your fingers, knees and feet.
You'll be my perfect exosuit
Of pretty skin and meat.
Mohd Arshad
One single smile is a match
That might lit thousands of joys.
And there she was
And tears were streaming
down her perfect little face

And I whispered

"I will never leave you"

And I knew then
That was all she’d ever wanted
to hear
I’m pretty sure if you wanted to go
You would be gone,
You’ve never stayed in one place
A little too long.
You’re like a leaf,
Blowing in the wind,
Never able to see the same one
Ever again.
I don’t like pumpkin spice but I do like the leaves that change colors.
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
A penchant for time spent at sea
admiring the vast and starlit eve
bask upon the prow, alone and free
the clouds soon give break to grieve

A calm float without waves
tattered sails, I'm drifting
toward the sudden drop;
I fall off the Earth
Ashly Kocher
Can you hear me?
I’m down here...
6 feet under...
Not where I’m suppose to be
You come and visit me
I hear you constantly pray
To talk to me again
Hold my hand
Hug me tight
Well I’m right here
I hear everything you say
I cry with you
I laugh with you
I pray with you
I am always with you
Even from 6 feet under
I pray myself
To heal your pain
Dry your eyes
Help you move on
Don’t forget me
You know where I am
Always in your heart
Forever your friend
I will continue to grow old with you
Until we meet again
When we walk together in the sky
Holding each others hands
For now I stay
6 feet underground
Loving you
Praying with you
Hearing your voice
As I lay in silence
6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
Denise Uy
Scan the room, pause at you, blink, scan and pretend I didn't just glance at you.
Look up, pause at you, blink, sweep my eyes away from you.
Lean on the table, look relaxed, write things absently.
I see you at the corner of my eye, scanning the room, pausing at me,
blinking, and pretending you didn't just glance at me.
Looking up, pausing at me, blinking, sweeping your eyes away from
Permission to push down the butterflies, please?
Let me just try to wipe the ****** smile off my face. XD
Brody Patillo
love given
but never taken
standing alone
like they always say
"if you don't use it you'll lose it"
I used to use it
but it was required
for someone else
so eventually I lost it
someone please
teach me how to
love myself
like I used to
This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are ***’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
love yourself, girl
Cambria Andersen
I loath the part of me,
that cannot intercede,
with the part of you-
that has no need
for me.
Again, this was such a hard time for me. I learned so much though, that has helped me grow and stretch as a person. I am not a pushover any more and have become assertive. I understand that love fades sometimes and that holding on tighter makes it all the worse. It's best to take the lessons you've learned from that person and move forward.
i just want to see you happy,
even if it doesn't
include me.
karen champagne
I'm just a silly girl
Daisies in my hair
Nails of pink
Sunkissed cheeks
***** feet
I open my eyes
Quick glance
I am an old woman
With pearls..
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
I ripped my heart out
And put it on your silver platter
And all you can say is
“ I’ll text you later .”
I guess this is how heartbreak goes for some people.
Third Eye Candy
Love is where the last thing is Always.
a crazy hemisphere of nothing but what you want.
summer is the tool of all winters.
you have no wisdom but the Love you cannot disavow.
and your slumber is nothing but a kiss
where the void has a name
and your face.
i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me

i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
no words

but was blank.
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my

to describe
what you

had left
of me.
a draft i decided to finish because it took a totally different turn than originally intended.
Kevarie O Leslie
Birds whistling  
Cars driving
Wendy sleeping.
The B seventeen stop at the traffic light
Six fifty four, it’s almost daylight.
The sky is grayish blue
I see trees and houses too.
The traffic light is red
I see the high from my bed.
Early Morning!
I live for expression,
A common cause of depression,
Not saying I have it,
That would be tragic.

But I’ve looked at my father,
And bothered to ask it,
I said, “Do you think we’re depressed?”
He said, “No, we just feel for the casket.”

From that day on,
I’ve stumbled along,
Living life like a dream,
Where yesterday’s clear and tomorrow is gone.

He said to me “Son,
We are the givers,
And we have to be strong,
We feel for the pain and ease it along.”

“We open ourselves to the hurt and the worst,
Coating our shells with words in a verse,
Taking time then to hear, understand?
Being sincere is our role in the plan.”

But I look at him then,
And I think, and I see,
That out from his pen,
He writes so tragically.

And I wonder now often enough,
If the answer he gave was real or a bluff,
If giving’s our role then let it be said,
We carry the toll of depression expressed.
E Lynch
It arrives,
Unnoticed, unannounced.

At first.

Seeping, dripping.

I put it down to a few stressful weeks.
I carry on.

It unpacks,
Worries, anxieties.

For now,

Whispers, creaks.

‘It will leave soon’ I think ‘It always does.’
I keep going.

It settles in,
Getting comfortable.

Getting louder,
And louder.

Banging thoughts,

‘Please don’t be happening again’.
I shuffle along my daily routine.

Claws in,


Shame, worthlessness,

‘Please go away’.
I’m barely coping.

Growing roots,
Into my brain and heart.

Blossoming pain,
With every beat.

Emptiness, loneliness,

Silence, Stillness,
‘I can’t move, I can’t cope.’
Nat Lipstadt
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
it is all I know.

Jan 6, 2013
your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.  

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank ***!
Sunset Meadows
I see you're with someone else
One of my friends
I don't know how to get over you
I've tried
But I keep coming back
There's a much deeper connection
Than just friends
I feel it
No matter how far I run
Or how far you push me away
I'll always come back
Even though you have abandoned me
I will never abandon you
No matter how many times
You have pushed me aside
And said you don't care
You always say you would care
If I died but now
I'm not so sure
I know your girlfriend would
But I'm just an ex
I want to be in your life
But you always push me out
Plus it hurts to see you and her
Ever since that day
That horrid day
I've been lost
You could even say that I'm
It feels like it
Might as well make it true
You wouldn't care
You could finally be rid of me
So maybe I'll say goodbye
He was imperfect
He was young
She loved him
She was crazy
She wasn’t so pretty
He loved her

He had doubts
He had challenges
She loved him
She was naïve
She was carefree
He loved her

He was smart
He was cute
She loved him
She got brains
She had talent
He loved her

He lied
He cheated
She loved him
He became rude
He was difficult
She loved him

He was scared
He was reckless
She cared
He was arrogant
He was insensitive
She was hurt

He ignored her
He hurt her more
She became different
He cheated more
He cheated carelessly
She ignored him

He became scarce
He cut off ties
She survived
He was addicted
He was pitiful
She had empathy

He fell
She brought him up
He got sick
She nursed him to health
She slipped
He didn’t catch her
He got into trouble
She turned her back on him

He wanted her back
She didn’t
It was too late
She felt nothing for him

She was,
A diamond he got
She was,
A diamond he lost
this was written because of my ex-boyfriend who wants to come back into my life. But now I have no feelings for him.
Chris Jones
There's a feeling at the back of my mind and gut.
Running in place creating my own rut.
I reach out but it's just not enough.
All my aspirations gone in a puff.
To say it's a deep dark pit is unjust.
It's a weight filling my empty husk.
Failed expectations and dreams.
What does any of this even mean.
I run down a path that I make up as I go.
Uncertainty is the only real lover I know.
"Do xyz and your hopes will unfold".
My, what a lie we've all been sold.
Dennis Willis
"I had to come by"
she said

"I just needed
a hug"
she said

"and maybe
a piece of cheese
and some hard salami"
she smiled

crumbs on her delicious


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
I don't know what it is about you.
You have this...
I don't even know how to describe it.
Whatever it is it's driving me crazy.
I want you.
So badly.
My heart aches whenever you're not around.
I want to kiss your lips and whisper sweet things into your ear.
I want to feel your skin.
I am mesmerized by you.
The way you move.
The way you talk,
The way your hand intertwines with mine.
The way your hair moves in the wind.
The way you look at me.
Everything about you.
It's just so captivating.
I don't understand why.
I don't think that I could ever understand.
The only thing I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Maybe it's a bit too early.
But I have never felt this way before.
So I just wanted to let you know that you are the one I go to when my mind is clouded in darkness.
You are the reason.
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxis back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"

to which I replied,

Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"

and with an equally, beaming smile continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was

Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"***/Allah willing" or "if ***/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim

^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months

true story, poetry is there for the taking
Suhas Ghoke
Last night I enjoyed a lot .
I am still  craving for u ,
If you listen closely , you can feel my heart moaning .
Brought u so close .
To lay my lips and
The flavour of  yours ,
I can still feel them .
Right now you are the one I need
You have become my greed .
Just thinking about you, makes my heart go melt .
U have made me addicted .
You have become my drug .
Bad day , bad mood , tough time
But I feel better , with you by my side .
I need u desperately ,
I miss your touch on my lips
The satisfaction from you is unmatched .
Now I am deeply attached .
I miss you dearly ,
I need you ,
I want you ,
I love you so much .
For always u have made my heart fall for u .
My dearest # ice- cream .
                 ~Suhas Ghoke
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