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  Apr 2022 The Young Poet
kgl
i tried to write a poem
i've been trying for a while
to write the ways in which you always
seem to make me smile

i've tried to tell our stories
through the medium of rhyme
but every time i start to type
the words fall out of time

it's always been so simple
i can write when i feel wrong
but it all seems so unnatural
now i feel like i belong

i don't think i can do it
'cause i don't know where to start
so if i see you in my poems
it will mean you broke my heart.
i genuinely can't write when i'm feeling so **** happy all the time
  Apr 2022 The Young Poet
Apbrooke
Some words just don’t fit on paper.
Some things cannot simply be expressed in words.
Some sorrows are just too great to be written.

Some ache we just cry.
  Apr 2022 The Young Poet
Savio Fonseca
I'm still Alive,
but hardly Breathing.
My Soul, is almost Dead
and Heart, is just Beating.
In Poetry and Prose,
I've found a reason to Live.
A reason to Write,
with the Poems I Give.
The Words that U read,
I've hardly Spoken.
Coz Tears kept falling,
when My Heart was Broken.
My Poems are filled,
with Darkness and Pain.
I pray Night & Day,
I find Happiness Again.
  Apr 2022 The Young Poet
Rachel Dyer
I swallow hard
I can see it move down my throat
The slender curve of my neck scarred
The memory fights to stay afloat
It claws it's way back up and in.
It's scent tearing at my skin.
For a moment I hate her.
The girl standing before me,
I hate her for giving up,
I hate her for giving in
I hate her for not being stronger
For letting her weakness win.
But I can't keep breaking mirrors,
and hating reflections.  
No good can come from hating what others have done.
She fought, she screamed, and cried.
I f**king tried.
I can't be a slave to yesterday and my thickening pride.
I followed a dream over the horizon.
Swam in the dark side of the moon.
Felt pleasure, love, and freedom on the other side of that dune.
But I only hold the reins to myself
I cannot control them, or him.
It's just me, overflowing, and full to the brim.
Then she stands tall, her slender neck strong, a deep breath drawn.
And strength brings color back to her cheeks.
The hatred, and memories gone, placed firmly in the past.
And I recognize myself again at last.
  Apr 2022 The Young Poet
ibusisiwe
Yesterday I cried
For all the days I had to be strong
all the days I had to hold back the tears

Yesterday I screamed
For all the days I had to be silent
all the days I had to keep calm

Yesterday I cried
Tears fell down my cheeks
no one caught them
Pillows all damp
My eyes were finally beautiful
All my poems were letters to you that I wish I could say,
Hoping that by chance you would stumble upon my page and read them all someday.
And then you would remember the girl who showed you how to love,
Remember the girl that went way above and beyond.

But that never happened and now you’re all gone,
The only memory you took with you is that I am strong.
  Mar 2022 The Young Poet
Nathalie Hill
Somehow hope still lingers through my soul.
Time has broken me in ways that i sometimes wonder how I'm still standing?
But that little hope that keeps me sane ironically has a first and last name.
Aint it pathetic how my sanity depends on the person who unintentionally keeps breaking me? Aint it pathetic how he is having the happiest days while im here patiently waiting for his comeback although i deep down know that day is not anywhere near this present. Pathetic little me right?
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