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Benjamin Dollar
Where does the sun go,
When he’s not in the sky.
Does the moon know,
Or does she just cry?
BJ Donovan
The righteous quote their bibles
  the sinners quote their poetry
  the desperate quote them both
  The suicides quote van Gogh  
  stars he set afire and French Blue
  skies full of birds cawing invitations.
I only write at night
The dark seems to illuminate
Thoughts not given the time of day
She says
you're strange
and I can't quite
put my finger on it
like fog, so I tell her
listen, the smoke
that a poet lives in
is transparent but real
a mystery you can't touch
the wound is too deep
in the soul of the poet
to be excavated like a stone
and polished or broken
like a dark mirror
in the darkest room
on the darkest nights
alone, like the moon.
He was glowing in my eyes
A blazing star that could never die
So bright that he made me cry
We hug
We kiss
We cuddle
In bed

We were just friends
We made out
To him
We were having ***
To me
We were making love
I was his friends with benefits
But he was my lover
the only word
more powerful than
stop using words
when you don’t know
what they mean
Emma Price
We were meant to be,
even if not romantically
sometimes people just click, and that can mean friendship, too
~much love
Below the starry sky,
Under the shade of the mango tree,
He said to her "I'm never giving up on you."
That's when they realised,
That they were meant to be.
Everything happens for a reason
Stained Glass
Even if they have wings,
birds can never fly without the sky.
It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you
.Loving you
Is a sinking ship
And as I bail water out
You pour bucket after bucket
Right back in

.It won't be long now till we're treading water.
Donall Dempsey

You wear
my kisses

in your hair

to everyone

but us

they glisten
like emotional jewelry

bloom like flowers
of desire

you wear
my kisses

in your hair

smiling secretly
to your self

as to how
they got there

& to where
the other kisses

the graveyard is forever filling up
headstones in neat rows

your name will be read there
along with your two dates

it may say 'poet'
or may say nothing at all

allowing silence to speak
allowing silence to be.
I'm desperately searching
For an ounce of permanence
In a world in which
Everything fades to nothingness
Commuter Poet
The colour of your skin
The cross of your legs
The tumble of your hair
The burn of your eyes
The curl of your lips
The fabric of your clothes
Combine to make you
Full of beauty
9th Oct 2019
Liz Carlson
i've waited so long for this,
for someone like you.

for someone to feel the same way about me
as i do about them

i'm finally here,
yet i have to wait

whats pulling me through
is knowing that
as much as i want a boyfriend,
i want a husband even more.

and i know if we wait,
that's what this will become.

if we're wise and hold on,
this will be forever.
Kafka Joint
All the points of no return
Are telling me
That I'm gone.
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us



rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.
it was the right option
f e e l i n g s
my heart aches for you in ways that it shouldn't.
you were my breath of fresh air and all of a sudden i couldn't breathe.
tell my why you made so many promises you knew you could not keep.
have you already forgotten me?
my love, i'm drowning in your silence,
please tell me it was real.
I still remember the day
I said it
When I was kneeling
Touching your feet
I love you dear
Being away from you
Makes me fear
You are the first
And the last
You are the world
That's my only word
Tears rolling over my cheeks
Have made of me an artist
An artist who paints with his tears
Your portrait is not for sale
Cz I am your only male.
Commuter Poet
The ice
Around my heart
Protects me from
The piercings
Of your knife
10th Oct 2019
Tiny pieces of
Shattered glass
Appear like
Their crystals.
Nothing is useless, really!
Elle Richard
love is not made of giving and taking in equal parts
it is not a favor for a favor
i owe you nothing

love is not a compromise reached after long deliberation
it is not hurting on Monday
and healing on Tuesday

love is not touching because you will leave if i do not
it is not feigning naivety
when you see me cry

love is not the untimely squandering of innocence
it is not the suffocating grip of guilt
it is not your unwelcome touch

love is not
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
Sarad Maharjan
I think I'm the only one
stuck here like this,
unlike anyone!
It may seem like sometimes
I am the Rock!
& not even Fire can hurt me.
But like everyone
Every night, I look above,
for the spark of miracle
wishing the world to be better.
Michael A Duff
My everything is
she has become to me
Nothing is missing
When you have been crushed to your smallest bits and still hurt from loss of the one you had given your heart to completely it is nothing short of beautiful to find a person that wants to help you repair what's broken
If only we would all cry when we’re sad
Ask for help when we need it
Wave and smile at every stranger
Play and play when we awaken

If only we would understood
that the answer to life is
to never grow up.
Allison Wonder
Get out
Go away,
I've been working hard
For too many days.

Can't think
Won't sleep,
Not with you there
Herding all my sheep.

Get out
Go away,
My head's so full
And heavy with clay.

Can't think
Won't sleep,
Afraid of monsters
That are sure to creep.

Get out
Go away,
I never said
That you could stay.

Can't think
Won't sleep,
Could end it all
With just... one... leap...
(c) Alliso Wonder
I wrote and thought, erased and tried.
Because sometimes, being a poet hurts.
But then I looked at you, and right away,
I knew I'd found the exact right words.
A "poem" every day.

(hehe ily)
Talking to you
Is like screaming
To the wind
Touching mist
In one ear
Past a space
Out the other

I try to speak
Nothing sticks
I am mute
So it seems
Why is this?

I have found
Little things
Poems I wrote
Years ago
Where I found
The same thing

I cry out
To you dear
What response
Do I hear?
Quinn Adaire
I am stupid
And naive
To think this would be easy.

I am stupid
And naive
To believe it would be served
On a silver platter.

I am a complete and utter ignoramus.
e reed
and sometimes
we need to lose it all
   to find ourselves.
and I am sorry
for all the times I've lied

i couldn't stand
to see you fall apart

i didn't want to break
my heart.
don't forget
to breathe,
when all is
too much
that it suffocates

don't forget
to breathe,
when life
wrings your neck,
making you lose
your sanity.

don't forget
to breathe,
even if
it's harder
than not breathing
at all.

don't forget
to breathe,
don't wait
for the time
when you can no longer
save yourself
from drowning.
They saw the rainbow
In her
But never
The rain that
Preceded it.
It's another poem expressing the fact that we just perceive someone in our own's like we know one's name but not their story...and hence we should not judge anyone or have a preoccupied perception on him/her
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