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 May 2020
tina kimi
anger has aged me
I need a new skin
so I am peeling off
these dry skins
caused by pain and
hate
 May 2020
Imran Islam
I am sick of love
You are a drugΒ to me
Like, I am a wave
and you are my sea.

Like, I am the tide
and you are my stream
I feel great pride
'Cause, you're my dream.

Maybe I am careless
and you are my rousing
When I am hopeless
You are my promising.

I am just a stage
and you are my story
I'm a blank page
Please be my love poetry!
 May 2020
Salmabanu Hatim
Three things will happen to me when I reach old age,
First,my memory will go,
The other two I can't remember.
13/5/2020
Much adored is the dead poet

Within the glass case
Away from dirt
Amongst the books pressed
Rests his heart


Such was the silence he dreamed
When words streamed
Like riverine flow
In all might arose
Seeking the order in chaos

Orderly bound now his name
In peace standing behind wooden frame
Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait...

Much adored rests the dead poet.
 May 2020
Stephen E Yocum
Spring sun and breeze,
porch sitting at ease reflecting,
hip deep in tranquility, smiling
living well one breath at a time.
Possessing way more than enough.
It's the simple things that
make life exceptional, never
to be taken for granted.
These little moments in time.
 May 2020
Zeyu
Plum rain halts, river's still, sails fall
Isle's near, smoke's clear, wild **** soughs
By the dock, fishermen sing an old tune
I am home, far from Land of Shu

A dream, a song, two scores fly by
In a monk's thatched hut, I hear
the rain impinges upon the earth
A tribute to Du Fu (712-770), one of the greatest Chinese poets lived in the Tang Dynasty. Due to the An Lushan Rebellion, he lived in exile for the second half of his life. This poem is anything but reality: he died on his way to Tan Zhou, thousands of miles away from his home, Chang' an
 May 2020
Rachel Gosby
We have our health
Our freedom
Our peace of mind
Our family, and friends
Our conference
Our determination
Our strength to keep moving
Our moment to shine
Our independents
Our promises to keep
Our appreciation for the things we have
Our challenges to make us stronger
Our pride that gets in the way
Our imaginations that run wire
Our Guardian angels watching over us
Our homes to go to
Our future to look forward to
Our temptations to tell

No matter what people may say, or think about you, just remember what you have right in front of you. You have so much to be thankful for, so set back and ask yourself what do you have
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A few months I haven't called him

At the beck and call at any hour
And the shortest notice
A dial to him has saved many an emergency

Last night a broken female voice
On the other side of the wire
Mumbled he died on May 13

Left her with three daughters
At forty at short notice

The plumber is dead

Now who would clear
My choked wash basin

The plumber is dead
And I've no other number to call

I couldn't see her face
Gauge the faceless sorrow
At the other side of the wire

The plumber is dead

I must find another
And then rejoice
Forgetting the widow's choked voice
 May 2020
julianna
I wish...
That what other people wanted,
  I also always wanted
Because then I would never have to choose Between being selfless and being myself.
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