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Farheen Khan
If I really had to hurt you one day
Let it be Now
And never
Feelings are difficult 💔
Michael John
never was
was never
ever is
is ever
is now
now is

all i know
know i all
i all
all i..
a poem without the magical assistance of kief..
In the darkness there is;
the gentle glow of light from your cigarette
and the reflection of each other
in each other’s eyes

most people dance under the stars
but you and I dance amongst them
Day One
Ritwij Kumar Gaur
Her eyes spoke unique language, the language only i could understand..
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.
Lee Carter
Tender light of gentle star
Splendid night by lunar measure
Loathe the shining kiss of day
Where busy work takes place of leisure.
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
New Genesis
Rain falls like tears on my window pane
Images of us together fill my brain
I awaken from this dream in solitude
From my twisted face, anguish exudes
David Hill
We’re allowed to walk
Down by the river
During the Plague
Stepping aside for the others
So they don’t get too close
While the lustful geese
Joust, just like
The middle ages
And the river rolls down to the sea.
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.
michael arias
sometimes i wish i wasn't so good at hiding my emotions.
i really need a hug.

The sun is out shining
The colorful roses  
That are drooling over the fence
With each rose having a meaning
She’s been given the red roses
That were once from his fence
That have been drooling over the fence
They were meaning to last forever
For they shall last a lifetime
My feet
Hips lined up
Just so,
Arms reaching,
I settle
Into stillness
And notice
The twist
In my breath
My body
I follow,
And belong.
The spiders glide in night by night,
Following a trail, light by light.

On top of the webs stand the spiders,
Ready to attack all threats with lighters.

A schism of venom to fill the cracks
Of the pieces that have always fit
And a wall is lifted upon their backs;
A webbed foundation of grit.
I know it means a metalworks, but foundry also sounds like a place where foundations are made.
Ekansh Kedia
I tread beneath this limitless sky;
this limitless sky of which I also am above.
I soar high till my wings melt,
keep falling;
falling till I run out of breath.
But I am worry-free;
worry-free because I know I'll land on a fluffy bed.
What just happened?
What. The. Heck.
Falling, until I run out of breath.
When the distance matters
The air might be the enemy
The neighbour a threat

My heart beats
between the four walls

I reached for
the verses of you
my only Company
I squeezed my heart,

And realized that was the first time
I’ve ever felt like
I had my life in my hands.
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.
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)
I decided to run after my dreams
And not to run after love
Just a thought of mine which I decided at dawn
The little dove in my heart
Was set free today
Free of dead weight
Free of all
You are alive and free
Of the mess
You unknowingly created
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
I daydreamed to the point,
Where we seemed like a reality.
staring at this blank paper
that may satiate its starving gaps
with my pain as viands
and my tears as water,
because hearing your beloved mother
be proud with someone else's daughter
was too bitter for me to savour
i love you,
i want you,
but i can't have you.
will soon post the full poem hehe this is an old poem i made when i was in 10th grade though
What is it called when you have a person who has brought you so much genuine happiness also makes you want to die of pain? Is it love? Is it platonic?
Since you all are deep thinkers, I thought i would ask
Thoughts were toxic,
Filled me with strain.
Listened to music,
Eases my pain.

Lying on my bed,
Soft is the music I hear.
Went out my shed,
The music became clear.

Danced with the music,
Swayed along the trees.
All night I frolic,
With all the coldest breeze.
I just love the rain

-added one more stanza to make it better ... I guess :)
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
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
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
He kept his mother
in a sealed envelope,
stored in the back
of his closet
like so many
old sweaters,
not worn but kept
for the memories.
I caught him once,
crying, kneeling
before her. He held
her ashes like
she once held him.
And through a gap
in his fingers
I could read
the ink that said:
    Date of death: 12/10/17
    Date of cremation: 12/12/17
    Store in a cool, dry place.
I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.
What can I say, I like to share stories.
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.
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. ♡
when you want to be kind
be kind
but when you want to be mean
be kinder
i haven’t posted in a long time, but i’m always writing; the poems just come to me in pieces.
a window left open
a soul feeling light
my heart-
expanding again
cleansing me

you wash all in color
i cannot imagine
any other

there is only you.
for me.
Lisa Conway
In my dreams I was sat in a peaceful, sunny place
The light was perfect , you could feel the essence of nature
The warmth and pleasure were immense
In this dream I began to walk and came upon a lake
I was content to dabble my fingers in the water
Silken strands running between my fingers
I was in awe of the beauty of this landscape
The lush green grass tickled my feet as I wandered about
The smell of sweet meadow hay and the buzzing of the bees
Gave this place a charm all of its own
Too soon I was woken from my dream
I lay there in bed with a stray sunbeam shining
On my face, enveloped in a feeling of blissful warmth

© L Conway 2020
Bad Wolf
i am the rain child
it always rains when i need it to
god whispering down
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Karly Codr
I have never seen
The grass so green
I have never seen
The sky so blue
I have never seen
So many people outside
Riding Bikes
These are the things
I have not seen
That windy evening
I ran to the river side
To catch a glimpse of your soul
But only found your broken arrow stuck in the ground
So I walk along the river side
Hoping that it will lead me to the place where your footsteps once lingered
For my grandpa (who was a hunter)
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