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 Sep 2020
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
 Sep 2020
chris
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Is it strange to miss the bodies of strangers?
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 Sep 2020
Marina
Time
has never felt so precious to me
until now
 Sep 2020
John Destalo
we all have songs
we can’t sing
out loud
they speak for us
they feel for us
they have the
softest hands
that reach so deep
they know things
about us
we don’t want others
to know
they can rip us
apart from the first
note
 Sep 2020
Aslam M
The more I Learn
The more I Burn
In depth knowledge makes you further crave for more knowledge and a point comes where you burnout to achieve complete knowledge.
 Sep 2020
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 Sep 2020
Simran pawar
The silence has much to say..
 Sep 2020
Charlotte Ahern
as i sat in the decadence

of that New York moment

i knew i was in trouble

for the depth of my love

was darker than the red i sipped
realisation can be a hard pill to swallow at times
 Aug 2020
Prevost
The rains wash the limbs
Dripping from fingers
I feel it seep into your souls
The sky gods love you
Even more this morning

You waste not one drop
That which you do not need
You share with the soil
With the children
With mother

There is such peace
Watching as you bathe
This unison of elements
And so I cleanse myself
Into all of this....
 Aug 2020
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 Aug 2020
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 Aug 2020
ilias
Life is this tiny space
between
infinities

A finger‘s width full of
love and despair and
the desire to be
free
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