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 Jan 2020
Ann M Johnson
Sensitive  

   I am just sensitive enough to cry to a sad song  

   I am just sensitive enough to sing along to a song that touches my heart

   I am just sensitive enough to cry while watching a Hallmark movie  

  I am just sensitive enough to listen to other’s troubles and either empathize or sympathize with them  

  I am just sensitive enough to be a shoulder to cry on

  I am just sensitive enough to be a good friend  

  I am just strong enough to not feel like apologizing for being sensitive because it is a part of who I am

I am hoping that you are sensitive enough to except my sensitivity as part of my unique character and personality.
My poet friends feel free to comment and/or offer feedback.
As always I appreciate you all.
 Aug 2019
Shruti Atri
Let's walk together
This fine line
Of love and hate

Let's find each other
A profound joy
To replicate

Let's learn and love
And laugh with joy
As the world around us dissolves

Let's carry our hearts
And heal through the pain
As our love slowly evolves
To friends who love with their whole heart
How long will I be happy
That I am alive
When injustice
Corruption
and
Unemployment
Deprived me of living

I am a living death
For I am a tool of dependency

How long will I be happy
That I am alive
When I cant cater for my life

When my fellow mortals
Cheat and deprived me
Of better live as they trade
My soul on poverty lines

It is better to die
than to fiend on
Path of long pains
Hoping everyday hope
that never comes

Accomplishing nothing
By inflicting pains
To fellow beings
and nature as well

Written by
Martin Ijir
 May 2019
Traveler
Is it but a mere coincidence
That you recognize my character?
The language of our soul's
We carry forevermore everywhere....
Of course your voice is always there!
Poetry has always been our special affair....

Read you here, there and everywhere
Forevermore!!!!
Traveler Tim



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYCV8WiTQB8
 Apr 2019
South by Southwest
I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells
 Jan 2019
Hayley Cusick
space is never ending
between you and me
stretching and bending
finding ways to grow
quietly moving
and expanding
I just can't seem to get close
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