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 Dec 2019 Adrian S
Carson Mia
On this beautiful sunny day
I saw a cardinal fly my way

He perched atop the branch of a tree
There was nothing quite more red as he

Oh, little red bird so small and frail
like that little small girl behind the veil

And while she stands to mourn her loss
He perched right there upon the cross

He watches her while she grows so old
That little red bird is worth more than gold
 Nov 2019 Adrian S
Marcella Faye
Your teeth rot
From the sweetness
That coated your tongue
In lies,
While I craved
For more flavor
And your twisted mind.
Not a healthy combination,
If you ask me.
 Nov 2019 Adrian S
hannah b
your lips have melted iron

tasted the wicked, subtle, penny-bitter condensation
off of my skin
and within myself
within that place

i’m so sorry that it wasn’t the
smooth cold of porcelain
you’re used to
but i think part of you likes that
it’s not

you want me to cut up your tongue, just a little

that’s all you’ve ever wanted
someone to love you
fiercely. uncontrollably.

is this really what you wanted?
and to think i hold so much back, so tightly,
for both your sake and mine.

my sweet darling it is simply pandemonium
 Nov 2019 Adrian S
atticus wilson
Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder
 Nov 2019 Adrian S
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!


Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
 Nov 2019 Adrian S
sheila sharpe
cold numbs my fingers
dries my skin
freezes with the blight of uncertainty
all of my soul within
darkness is its ally
slyly insinuating
dulling all understanding
complicit in
a shutdown of the senses
clouding with hopeless tears
my eyes bright lenses

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