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 Jul 2019
Colm
Haikus are like Blue
Berries bursting in my mouth
Always gone too soon
If you liked, please add it to a collection and say "Hi! Blueberry Pancakes Please!!!" (;
 Jun 2019
Talking Back
You say that I cannot comprehend
The vastness of your feelings
When in reality it is I
Who cannot comprehend the strength of my own
 Jun 2019
Strung
I don’t want to talk
Locked
Somewhere between my eyes and my trembling hands
I couldn’t hold the pencil
To tell you.

It fell from between my fingers
And I watched the chance to yell
Hit the ground
— my voice thins with your hair
 Apr 2019
Hannah Rose
L
e
  a
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    i
     n
      g

I n t o  

my ears

        s
       p
      i
     l
    l
   i
n
g

O  u   t

My lips

These

Words
Words words
Words words words
Words words
Words

That
h
u
r
t

Me

Because they

h
u
r
t

You

And

t
     e
          a
               r
                   s

f
a
l
l
  l

Fasterfasterfaster

Than I fell
For you

These
D E M O N S

In your

     Heart                 heart
Heart heart        heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
   Heart heart heart heart
        Heart heart heart
   Heart heart
      Heart

Are
SqUeEzIng
My  
        l
     u
  o
s

And i think

i love him i love him i love him i love him

but

how
can
He

love love love love love

someone else

When

He
C A N T
Even

Love love love love

h
  i
   m
     s
       e
         l
           f
             ?
Visual poem
 Apr 2019
Mark Wanless
when i reach
the end of my journey
i will tell you
makes sense to me
 Mar 2019
The Concrete Poet
A red rose you are

Five petals that long for love

A unique bouquet
 Mar 2019
Kasey Blue
If you wanted the sun
I would bring it to you
with burnt hands
 Mar 2019
chaos
the way you shine,
does it mean, you'll fade?
 Mar 2019
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 Feb 2019
noa
you treated me as if my spine was a wishbone
 Feb 2019
Madison
Treat me like a **** game
And I'll make you regret playing.
 Feb 2019
TurttleQuack
Me at 5 years old-

I know that
We are all treated equal.
I don’t believe that
There is hate.
My mind knows that
Everyone loves one another.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
People hate each other for their differences.
I remind myself:
I am happy here.
And you can’t tell me
We live in a cruel world.

Me at 15 years old-

We live in a cruel world.
And you can’t tell me
I am happy here.
I remind myself:
People hate each other for their differences.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
Everyone loves one another.
My mind knows that
There is hate.
I don’t believe that
We are all treated equal.
I know that
Reverse poems are my favorite things in the world to read.
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