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208 · 1d
300 Poet Poem
So, this isn't really a poem,
More of just a post.
I'm looking for 300 poets,
New or old,
To write a line.
For a 300 poet poem.
I have one so far,
I'm in need of 299 more.
I don't know if people read my edits to these, but I just wanted to you you all know, you're in such harmony with fellow poets, you're rhyming. :)
Also, feel free to submit more than one line!
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.
Never may the dream man wake.
He slept so somberly.
I used to think he feared the world,
But now I think I see.
Never may the dream man wake.
His rest is soundless now.
Now, never to see what he was escaping.
I thought I saw the picture, but never could I have foreseen.

Never may the dream man wake.
The most I can say is, if you know you know. RIP love.
157 · 3d
Scrapbook Poem #5
Sometimes,
I write these when somethings on my mind.
Most times,
I write these when nothings on my mind at all.
"The Hurting Kind" by Ada Limon is a great book. If you're bored you should read it.
144 · 2d
Scrapbook Poem #16
I think I fall in love too easily,
Maybe that's why people keep leaving me.
I have a whole box of herbal tea,
That I bought after she left me by our favorite tree.
It's still my favorite tree.
139 · 4d
Liana
Oh Liana,
Your name spills from my mouth,
Like classical music in an empty auditorium.
For the room must be empty,
Because if you were here with me you'd notice my affection,
Right?

Never mind, now I know,
You could never be you for you,
You wouldn't even be you for me.
It's not my fault,
But if it isn't, why does it hurt so bad?
You were the one thing I wanted,
You were my one and only dream.
I put you in front of my needs,
I ignored the water rising to my eyes.
I ignored the feeling of my heart dying inside,
Just for you, Liana.
I did everything for you,
You did nothing for me.
I don't blame you,
I know why you couldn't.
But darling please,
When I say I love you could you at least respond to me?
Saturday December 8th, Eight Thirty-Six pm.
If it’s not love it’s poison,
If it’s not good, then it’s evil.
If you’re not warm, you’re freezing.
And if you leave you’re cruel,
And if you stay clinging on for too long, you are nothing.
So, if it’s not love, it’s poison,
And if you’re not surrounded you’re alone,
And if you're not full you're starved.
If you break you’re nothing,
You’re alone,
So if it’s not love, then it is poison.
This one is for those who love has wronged. They may be beautiful, but sometime they aren't good for you.
128 · 4d
And In Time
The hands on the clock are slender,
Like her fingers,
Who used to weave through mine.

Soft was her voice,
It could grace you like an ocean breeze,
Or it could work like a hurricane,
Make you wish you never left shore.

This new winter snow,
The color of her skin.
Thin as her kiss,
Leaving me warmer than I was before.
These days I find myself missing it more and more.

But she didn't leave,
It was I,
I had to return home,
She didn't beg me to stay, she knew I couldn't.

But I know,
Someday we will find each other again,
And in time, I will remember her kiss.
If you've ever stared at the page in the dictionary where love is defined and thought, "this can't be right," this poem is for you. Love is not definable with words, it's defined by the actions you take to get back to it.
The wind chimes clink a sweet melody, blown by the soft evening air.
The fire is dying in the hearth as we say our good nights.
Some head out to the porch to listen to the sounds of the night,
Though I and the others head off to bed.
A coyote howls out in the forest, maybe on the cliff I found walking earlier.
My bedside candle is lit as I open my book.
As I read I listen to the calls of the owl, asking “Who is still out there, on this starry, cold, night?”
I blow out the flame and shut my book just as I hear them coming in.
I turn my head on my pillow and slip off into silent slumber.
Wondering what the next dawn will bring.
If you can find the time to stay a night in the Vermont country side, you must.
104 · 4d
The Dancer
Slipping soundlessly into sound,
Is the dancer,
Moving in motion so proud.
I regret the times I didn’t see,
The true amazement she could be.
Instead I saw her uncut form,
Raw emotions,
Which I responded to with stabbing thorns.
It wasn't enough that I returned to you,
Bearing a bouquet of apologies.
Because I loved to hold you,
You loved to be held by me,
I needed attention, I thrived on greed.
Now I hold nothing,
Because you left me.
Slipping soundlessly away,
Leaving forever,
Now I remember you as a fading tune.
God I love that song,
Oh, God, I loved you.
Why do I portray your voice,
As a flute,
Silver, portraying tunes.
Nothing more,
We weren't meant to be.
But sometimes I wonder, how do you portray me?
This poem is about my former lover. Keep dancing darling, you're beautiful.
We now have
An army of
Poets with single
Sentences and I
Only need 290
More poets' sentences.
This is going great guys! Thank you for all of your support.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
You may upload more than one line, though I cannot ensure you I will be able to use all of what you submit, I will always use at least one of your submissions.
Please repost and/or share this with anyone you think would enjoy participating in this. I'd appreciate the help spreading the word.
Thanks everybody! :)
84 · 1d
Nails
You got your nails done yesterday,
They look so pretty.
Black with white swirls,
Sleek shiny paint.
They're kind of blurry,
Maybe if you help my hand,
I could see them better.
I'm still waiting for her to notice me. . .
If I knew how,
I'd write music to go along with the words in my poems,
And I turn my poems into songs.
Some poems don't need tittles, the words in them are good enough on their own. So I'm suggesting an idea to the poets in this community, a new kind of verse. No names, only emotion.
If you lose a poem,
Just the paper you wrote it on.
You haven't lost the poem at all.
So I found this notebook a couple months ago that I had been looking for for a few years. It had all the poems I wrote in the 6th grade. But when I opened it to read them, I was shocked to find out in time I had rewritten them all.
79 · 4d
They Tell Us
They told me,
The kind of person I am, is good.
I asked them if they meant my because of my art,
They simply patted my shoulder, "You're not like them darling."
Who are they,
The people you say are bad?
I saw no one different than me at the showcase,
We were all humans who gathered to show off our art.
Of course, I know what they meant,
I just couldn't believe they'd say it.
Hears to being human, a single species made of good people.
78 · 3d
Me Think
I sorry,
I turn on brain.
Me no think.
Think make you go away.
I shouldn't have to turn off my brain.
78 · 4d
Blank Page
It frustrates me that I’m sitting here,
Staring at a blank page.
For I feel so much.
And I have so much to write,
On this empty page.
I have seen enough to write an endless novel.
So why is my page empty?
Not full of wooded trails.
Or life's many tales.
Not even the sympathies,
Of my many brothers,
And many sisters.
My page is empty,
Alas, the poet’s dying shame.
Poets, we all know this feeling. Unfortunately I haven't found a solution for it yet, but I've tried living life to the fullest I can, and that seems to help.
If the stars stopped shining,
The night would be like the deep sea.
Dark and cold.

If the stars stopped shining,
The light from the sailor’s lanterns,
Would reflect off the sea,
Like sunset on the Antarctic ice.

And the shipmen and their saxtons,
Could not find their way back home.
And there would be a little boy in the window,
Every night.

Waiting for his father to return.
There would be a woman at the widow’s peak.
Waiting for her husband to come home.

If the stars stopped shining,
Would lovers still love each other?
Because if the stars stopped shining, I don’t know if I would still see you.
In that certain way I’ve grown to love.
I hope the stars keep shining. The night sky is boring without them.
Tonight,
Is cold,
And the moon,
It has a halo,
My father tells me that,
Because of the temperature of tonight,
Though I wonder what if the moon,
Is really just an angel too high up.
The clouds tonight also look like beach waves.
68 · 3d
Jesus Garcia
Jesus Garcia,
Drive your train.
Be brave and drive the flames away,
Jesus saved his town, but couldn't save himself.
This poem is in honor of the late Jesus Garcia. His first name has an accent above the u but I couldn't figure out how to type it. Rest in peace, hero.
68 · 4d
November
November comes in waves,
First, the leaves turn orange,
And fall from the trees.
Second, the last summer bird flies away,
And the city is left lonely,
With the haunting song of the crows.
Third, the winds turn bitter and cold,
And those who walk the streets dwindle,
Till I’m walking the city and find I’m alone.
This goes out to everyone who's feeling lonely, it's too cold now in days.
i like raP music,
it makes me feel like theRe are,
famous peOple who understand,
the poems that i pUblish,
even if most are saD.
Here's another writing style I wanted to try. It's kind of cool. Thanks for reading these. <3
65 · 1d
My Heart
I think my heart might be made of stone,
It's durable, but often pieces of it crumble away.
It sparkles with crystals,
The remnants of happy memories.
It's cold to the touch,
After all, rock is heat resistant.
But that's not the greatest,
For I can't feel the warm fingers of love.
It's awfully heavy too.
64 · 1d
2 Years Later
Two years ago,
I left you.
I did so under circumstances that were not our fault,
And while I own up to what I've done wrong over our two years of battling,
You have your own owning up to do.

But matter not,
Does that.
I'm coming home now,
Back to the kingdom of love which we called our own.
I know you don't wait up for me,
After all I swore I'd never be back.
But tell me you'll at least leave a light on for me,
Because the night is cold,
And all I want to do is run back to you.
I'm not the man I used to be,
I won't describe you with a love song.
I like to think I'm better now,
I no longer use words to for swords
I don't pick roses just for their thorns.

I know I was distasteful,
And you can't get that taste out of your mouth.
But I've been born anew,
Please give me a second chance.
I let my heart lead me,
And it's leading me to you.
So when I come knocking,
Just open the door?
I'm not going to let her hurt from my actions again.
64 · 4d
I Am From
I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.
I am born of the trees and stars, of cold winds and breezy nights.
I am a son of the red sand hills, and the lost letters to neverland.
I am the making of love and pain, of lost will and false strength.
I am the lord of memories of longing and heartbreak.

I am born of an island of stone, and seas of stories.
I am a child of hatred and spite.
I am King of a long-lost land.
I am the farmer of an ancient plant.
I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.
This ones an oldie, but as they say, a 'goodie.' It comes from a project I did in English class a couple years ago. It's gone a long way since I first conceived it, even to the point where I read it for an audience at Nazareth college.
Someday,
I'd like to,
Write,
A poem where,
Every,
Line is written,
By,
A different poet.
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.
64 · 14h
Waiting
Darling,
Do you remember the picnic we had by the sea?
You told me,
To wait there for you.
Darling,
Where are you?
I'm still waiting,
In the same spot you told me to.
I miss her.
Imagine reading a poem,
Beginning a comment on it,
Looking for the name of the author,
And realizing you wrote it.
I really did this! It's been a long week.
Tonight there were fireworks,
They went off over the lake.
They were so loud,
It was like they were trying to blow a hole in the sky.
I kind of lost count of how many of these I've done, I'm pretty sure this is number nine. Thanks for reading guys!
61 · 16h
Scrapbook Poem #44
There came a point,
Where he no longer feared.
The endless stream of violence,
They faced him with.
I know someday this world will get better. Happy Tuesday!
I can't believe I'm missing you,
After all the things you put me through.
Sleepless nights making sure you were alright,
Dreary days ensuring you were eating okay.
You never wanted to be seen in public,
So we never went on dates.
All the ways you would curse yourself,
All the compliments you gave me, that felt like insults in disguise.
When I got in trouble for the times I'd meet up with you 9th period,
And I had to talk to that counselor that I didn't like.
The way his office was so blank,
It made me uncomfortable.
The days I had to walk by the street,
Because you liked drifting too close the speeding cars.
After all the things you put me through,
I can't believe I'm missing you.
I really wish she'd get out of my head.
I trended for five minutes,
Not a single minute more.
And yet those five minutes,
Are the best five minutes,
That I've ever had before.
5 minutes, 5 lines, 5 words per line. Square like the dice of chance we roll.
I miss the days in summer,
When cold rains didn't drown out the sun.
And cold winds,
Wouldn't make my dry skin burn.
I remember last winter being cold, not bitter.
I
used To
read My poems
in Talent shows
i Don't think i will this year
i Worry i won't come off as well as the singers and dancers
i know that They will clap the same for me
but Are they
really Listening?
I like writing secret sentences in these, it's pretty fun.
My dog can't see,
He goes under the table and paws at me.
Asking me to pet him, which I do.
But how does he know,
What hand is petting him if he can't see?
Sometimes I swear he isn't blind.
Sometimes I'll be listening to music,
And the music will pause.
So I have to go back to what's playing the music,
To ensure it that it's playing the right song.
Everyone needs a little reassurance sometimes.
Who took my happy days?
How come I didn't see them,
When they came to steal my times of joy?
I remember walking for hours in the evenings,
I remember staying up late with friends.
Who stole them from me,
When I wasn't looking?
I remember loving like the world was going to end,
I remember cuddling up with you.
Your kiss was so warm,
I loved those freckles that spread across your face.
Who lead you away,
Did you look back?
When the invisible man took you from me?
Where did my joy go?
I remember I would get scolded for smiling too much,
Now I've forgotten how to smile.
Why'd they take my smile away?
What did I do to deserve to lose it?
Where'd they go,
My happy days.
Miss the days of 2021.
The fact I can press a button on here,
And read poems to make make you happy.
I love it.
But there's a reason it's poems 'to' make you feel happy,
It isn't guaranteed.

So is there a poem on here that I can read,
That will teach me how to love again?
Healing a broken heart takes time, don't give up. Even if it feels like no one loves you, I love you, so at least one person does. <3
I wonder occasionally,
If I write too many of these.
But I remind myself that,
While other people love them.
I'm really writing these for me.
Thank you guys for the support on these poems. It's been a dream of mine to Put this kind of writing into light.
Sometimes
I feel
Like my words
Are just flavor text
There's a concept in trading card games, where cards will have 'flavor text' at the very bottom of the card. Each piece is a great window into the story of the game, if you read it.
50 · 12h
Scrapbook Poem #51
Latin is a beautiful language,
But it confuses me.
Ignis significat aquam.
I think I have to learn Latin.
50 · 17h
Scrapbook Poem #43
Para hablar contigo,
C'est comme parler,
In così tanti,
Diversis linguis.
For anyone that's curious,
The first line is in Spanish,
The second is in French,
The third line is Italian,
The fourth line is Latian.
I don't want to flood this site,
But I think it's worth mentioning,
That overnight,
I went from needing,
299 poets,
To only needing,
294.

I've loved everything I've received,
And I am forever grateful.
Once the poem is done,
I will take down these updates.
So they don't sit around,
They'll be replaced, by a master piece.
Thank you all for your interest in this, I promise the minute this project is finished I will take all these non-poems down.
Feel free to submit more than one line as well, after all the only thing I said is I need 300 poets.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.
49 · 18h
Scrapbook Poem #42
Ofetn,
I spel wordz,
Awefully wong.
This one goes out to all the typos I've ever made. Some stayed that way.
48 · 2d
Forgiveness
I was walking down the street,
And I saw you from afar.
Staring at me from the park bench,
On the elementary school's playground.
You waved at me,
I didn't wave back.
I don't think I'm ready to forgive you yet.
Someday I'll be ready, just not now.
I like looking for my friends' poems online,
Although I know I've never met them,
And I probably never will.
I still consider them friends,
Although they're just a person here to read poems,
And I don't know what they even consider me.
I think I'm too lonely. :)
48 · 3d
My Love
My love is warm,
She makes my face flow with red.
My love is cold,
To others but I cannot feel it.
My love is trusting,
Good thing I was honest.
My love is playful,
Good thing I played her game.
My love is one of a kind,
The only woman I see.
My love is careful,
With my heart that is healing.
My love is a thief,
Of my breath.
I am lost in my love.
She is a frozen hourglass,
A bottle of endless time together.
She is my muse,
A piece of glowing beauty.
She is a torch,
My guiding light.
And, oh,
She was mine.
I didn't believe in destiny before her. Not because I was destined for her.
Somebody tell Tyler the Creator,
I want to write him a rap.
But when he raps it,
I want it to be the first time he reads it.
That way,
The emotional response will be original.
I love Tyler's music. He's a genius.
When they make colored pencils,
No matter what color they want to make,
It always starts out as green.
This really happens. I don't know why.
Did you know that,
The Earth.
Is a master chef?
Based off a metaphor I heard in a video about gemstones in science class. "The earth cooks gemstones over and over again."
Oftentimes
I'm the only one
In the way
Of myself
It's hard to get out of my head sometimes.
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