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 Sep 2020 Alice
Megan H
Poetess
 Sep 2020 Alice
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 Mar 2020 Alice
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)
 Mar 2020 Alice
Stained Glass
Truth:
 Mar 2020 Alice
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
 Dec 2019 Alice
Donna
Butter-Fly
 Dec 2019 Alice
Donna
I threw a tub of
butter in the big sky and
made a Butter-Fly
Yeap I did :)
 Oct 2019 Alice
Michael Adams
Were you the one or one in five?
Is it dead or still alive?
Could I be six or even more?
Could I be ten and you be four?
Did I forget to carry one?
Did I add numbers just for fun?
Or multiply my feelings out?
Or round down when you’d yell and shout?
For I was never good at this.
And all the signs they went amiss.
For every answer every sum,
I can’t erase my only one.
 Aug 2019 Alice
Everforest
Tiara
 Aug 2019 Alice
Everforest
My mama told me not to cry,
cause it stains my pretty face,
Daddy told me not to tell,
cause he doesn't want a case.

I tell myself not to cry,
cause it might mess up my mascara,
I tell myself not to tell,
cause I don't want people to see my crooked tiara.
 Aug 2019 Alice
Shruti Atri
It hasn't been the same...

The nights are darker
Stained with nightmares
My days blur together
In motionless decay

The day has dawned
My light has has blown out
Everything good is gone
All green was gold, now black

All my joy is with you
It truly hasn't been the same anymore...

— The End —