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 Apr 2021 Marya123
chrishambolic
Marry a poet--
she'll tell you the universe in a sonnet.
She expresses her affection in a poem,
for endlessly, to a bard;
you are an anthem.
 Mar 2021 Marya123
Kyle Dal Santo
They said just one, and you'll fly,
Free forever, never to die,
A little dust, and into the sky,
Second to the right, straight on all night.
There you'll find freedom, there you'll find life,
Never to age, never to cry.

But all my happy thoughts flew away.
Now I'm just lost,
Still acting like a little boy, still running from pirates.

Know why they call it Neverland?
Because it's never coming back.
It was never there at all,
And it never will be.

Wendy started nursing school,
The Captain died from cancer,
The Boys left town, the pirates retired,
The fun is over, the thrill is gone.
John's a lawyer, Michael's a drunk,
Tinker bell's taking selfies from her new Mercedes,
The crocodile's chewing the fat off tourists in his nature preserve.

You know why they call it Neverland?
Because you never should have left.
Now we're all just shadows.
We grew up, when we swore we'd rather die.
They caught me, now I'm just a shadow.
They made me a man.
Kyle D.
 Feb 2021 Marya123
jordan
and the years fall away
like pages torn noiselessly
from the skin-bound book of my life

and dropped from a magnificent height
they flutter samara-style slow
lighting upon the dusty hardwood floor
like feathers piling up softly, silently
as they clutter the the library of me

and i sift through the pages
scavenging for gilded gold
but instead i find only me
and for once, that is enough

and for once, i am enough







.
samara: the winged seeds of a maple... (helicopter seeds)
 Feb 2021 Marya123
Max
Falling
 Feb 2021 Marya123
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 Jan 2021 Marya123
Samantha Cunha
Bay
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
 Jan 2021 Marya123
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2021 Marya123
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Jan 2021 Marya123
MB
I never liked Romeo and Juliet
But I’m okay with crashing-
just let me crash and burn in your arms
Let’s try to touch the sun
before we know what’s good for us
Let the wax melt and hold me close
Let the feathers and tears fall  
Because at least we can say-
We flew
Let’s reach the sun tonight
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