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Nicole May 21
If I had my own shoes
On I would have ran away
Around the block maybe
Oh the way she contradicts
Herself across the years
It's almost funny
Yes I could have ran
Like she does because
She just can't put up with them
Well I can't either, but she just
Has to leave them with me
Heck, I should have run to Starbucks,
Sit there until
rotting in my own thoughts
We all worry ourselves sick
Buy myself a drink so I won't
Look silly just being there
Except I can't run now
Because everyone ditched me
With them before I even
thought of running
Sometimes I step outside and almost run.
  May 20 Nicole
Lizzie Bevis
No,
not every poem
needs to bloom
with romance
to make a heart grow
full and wise;
There is poetry
found in survival,
in unhappy endings
and goodbyes.
Not every poem
must woo the reader,
or make their yearning soar,
some poems taste
like bitter coffee grounds
and nothing much like love.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Nicole May 20
Write it down now or else
It will never be the same
Put it down now before
Another one comes up
Secure it somewhere
So it won't come back
To haunt you in every
Thought that circles
A poem for the ghosts that could’ve been poems
  May 20 Nicole
Poetato
Some parts of your journey
Are only temporary
And maybe, this is one of them.

It teaches you a lesson
About losing, accepting
And at last, letting go.

It might feel heavy and dark
Yet that's where the light begins to seep in,
Slowly bringing you back home
To yourself.
Well, such is life. Imperfect, yet ours.
  May 20 Nicole
Barbara R Maxwell
In the end
Light wins over dark
Love over hate
Goodness over evil
Freedom over oppression
Truth over lies
Integrity over corruption
Right over wrong
Kindness over cruelty
Healing over pain
Love is powerful energy
It can change the world
In an instant
Light up the world
With one small act
It can make a difference
  May 18 Nicole
Todd Sommerville
Some people read my poetry
and think they know me.

Some wonder am I the romantic
I seem to be.

Is my life filled with passions,
and mystery?

Is it full of solitude,
Am I truly the lone wolf,
wandering the roads?

Am I carefree, charismatic,
mournful, spiritual, shy, decadent, tragic?

The answer is Yes, and No!

At times I've been all,
and even none of these.

Storyteller mostly, some fiction,
some reality.

And in the end you will see the me,
you want to see.

But that's ok, because,
I see you, and yes I even see me,
the same way.
Every Poem is a moment in time
and the poet changes as the moment changes.
Every poem contains some real piece of it's writer!
Even if it's Fiction!
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