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 Oct 2016 lilac
NoFucksGiven
'Why do you write poems?'
That is the worst question you can ask me
Because there is no true answer to that question
To describe my feelings
My anger
My pain
My sorrow
My guilt
My happiness
My confusion
To paint images, in my own point of veiw
The softness  and innocence of a single rose
The jeweled coolness found in a dew hanging, off a single blade of grass
The rough edges on of single page in a book, only too be softened with the words written on it.
To create
A story
A lullaby
A memory
A moment
I write because it makes life better in so many different ways
I write to create new stories
I write to remember old ones
I write to paint, new images
I write because it helps take away my pains
I write because, I can




                                       Why do you write poems?
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
 Oct 2016 lilac
Sk Abdul Aziz
Love doesn't aim to control or curb or force...rather it encourages, supports and persuades..if it does the former...then it isn't and cannot be love.
 Oct 2016 lilac
xoe
lunatic
 Oct 2016 lilac
xoe
I'd like to blame the moon
for all I've been feeling
for this freedom
this feminine freedom
bathed in white light

I'd like to blame the moon
for the brown in my eyes
the dirt on my feet
my mess of a hair
and a life

I'd blame her too, for my love of sunshine
rain and all that comes from nature
connection
to all beings

I'll blame the night for art
and thank her
for artists

and I'll thank myself for my liberation
my love for the goddess
the joy of nature
my own nature
my feet
the ground
my soul, at last
They are gone again
So is he
Unknown where he is
They in bed, other house, asleep

My normal rock
My shelter
Against the demons that rage
He has left
Not even a goodbye bade

My house is quiet
The shadow comes to play
Darkens my skies
My demons run amok
No one to help them slay

I'm leaving tomorrow
Just for the night
Not where I want to be
It isn't with him
It won't feel right

But if he wants to play
Then play I will
Since my demons are free
This almost love
Will just stand still
I don't know what's happened. I just know that I can't keep my demons in when he turns his back
 Oct 2016 lilac
L
pixel boy.
 Oct 2016 lilac
L
snow globe eyes
where enemies hide
carried away by a
sea foam surprise

noises fluoresce
clouds fall to rest
to save winter's goddess
from a fushia mess
will add to later :+)
Don't get burned
not again
Keep your hand away
The fire is too much
You'll turn to ash
Don't get too close
Don't touch the flame
No, not again
too late
The fire so compelling
It's sweet scent overwhelming
Hypnotic in its gaze
You can't help it
this time
This time it's different
It's not just your hand
You're holding your heart
Your soul its cocoon
Into the fire
You feed it
You feel the pain
But don't let go
Moves up your arm
Inch by inch
You try to pull away
too late
You've been burned
*turned to ash by this flame
Jack wasn't nimble, Jack wasn't quick. Jack was burned by the candlestick...
 Oct 2016 lilac
Jessica Burgess
Play
 Oct 2016 lilac
Jessica Burgess
I woke up this morning
For I am not where I belong
I know this for I hear a sweet song
I see a puppeteer
He's joyful as can be
As he plays around with glee
I finally count to three
I now am forever me
 Oct 2016 lilac
SG Holter
All the ones I
Love the most have

Someone they love
More than me.

The truth of it is
Beautiful;

That lonely knowing
Sets me free.

The legless fly,
The voiceless sing.

There's love in every
Living thing.

And in that love
I bask and laugh,

Composing my own
Epitaph:

All gods are real, and
Therefore none,
and

Hell hath merely
Room for one.


All the ones I love
The most

May barely know a
Man from ghost.

I love their rains, their
Suns and soils,

Their loving others form
The spoils that go

To me right where I
Stand to see:

I need not even
Me.
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