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 Jan 2018
Traveler
This is not about ***
There will be no
******* *****
Any flesh
That you read
Shall not be nibbled
On by me
Any mentions
Of flower traps
Petals filled with
Sweet cream sap
Curves or crevasses
Such lustful lines
I refuse to burn
By your design

You **** thing
Such beauty I seek
But I won't
Be made
Into a freak!!
...
Traveler Tim

This poem is not about anyone!!!
I'm just being creative.
 Jul 2017
Poetic T
I see what you
did there....

But I'm not falling
for it...

I'm not going to read
any further..

Do you no why??

Its because I'm
reading this...

In short bursts
that elongate a few...

Words

To make some thing
that means nothing.

But I'm still reading
this "How.....

I see what you did there...

**THE END...
meaningless
 Apr 2017
onlylovepoetry
~


so obvious the mistake
the ordered disorganization

the summation of a man's life
in an ampersand -
a logogram connection
tween two words,  
finally, properly sequenced

error then trial, then error then trial

perception - my life is an endless trial
punctuated and worsened,
periodically pierced
by errors
made of your own free (not really) choosing

"whenever confronted by a fork in my road,
I always chose wrongly"


and aye, here's the rub
the same mistake made repeatedly

example prime:
falling in love is just another way of saying
gonna end badly

and you constant cravenly confess
to yourself the ending unbecoming cause
you can read the handwriting on the wall
for your specialty is


*only love poetry for dummies
 Apr 2017
requiEM
Winter spring summer and
fallbackwards in time
I go
A pattern of leave(s)

Falling away

As if summer never touched them
And spring didn't water their roots.

Winter was just a phase
You knew that those rainy May days
Were my version of love.

It is never the right time for me
So I will always see fall
At the end of it all
I go through withdrawal
And still in the stall
As the archer-man calls
With an arrow and bow
Flaming, he throws.

Fire created
Spring desecrated
Summer repudiated
Winter reinstated
Fall and backwards, amalgamated.
 Mar 2017
Francie Lynch
I'm not so sure about you,
As I am of me;
But I'm a Wikipedia Poet:
You don't need to believe what I write,
I just fabricate,
All of it.
No annotated bibliography,
No reliable footnotes,
No discerning endnotes,
With few promising references.
I don't expect believers,
Just read,
For what it's worth.
Take what you want,
Leave the rest.
Just give me a nod.
It could be true;
It's on the Internet.
 Feb 2017
Traveler
In the events of
Hell
Choose sanity
And hold on
Beware the quickness
Of the loaded gun

Turn down
Replace
Escape
Substitute a better fate

Leave such alone
Obsession spinning
Out of control

Survive to live
Another day
When these evens of Hell
Finally fade
....
Traveler Tim
re po
 Dec 2015
Francie Lynch
I crossed the line,
Learned to despise;
It wasn't the plan,
Just my disguise.
I saw the loss grow
Through your eyes.
You looked at me
With such regret;
You thought I'd finished,
But I wasn't yet.
Red flags flapped,
You raised the white;
No more cave-ins,
No more fights.
I found it hard to accept;
You thought I was done,
But I wasn't done yet.
Seasons passed,
Years followed through;
I can't see
What I saw in you.
We're not strangers,
We're not friends,
But should you need me
Near the end,
I'll be standing there.
 Dec 2015
Carl Joseph Roberts
The Fear Of Failure

The fear of failure at least for me
Helps me to survive
It drives me to do better
And makes me live my life

The fear of failure pushes me
To make sure that I succeed
Shows me where I need to go
And what I truly need

The fear of failure guides me
Shows me where I'm at
Helps me to push forward
And makes sure I don't look back

The fear of failure is all I need
To make sure I stay the path
It shows me that the life I lead
Must be one of giving back

The fear of failure


Poem by : Carl Joseph Roberts
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 Dec 2015
ryn
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•••after•only constants                                                 
•••are her darkness and                                             
•••••fears•happily ever                                          
•••      after is a dream so                                     
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 Dec 2015
wordvango
so I smoked my pint of tea
googled culture
discovered I had to join society
or fill out five hundred forms
to join the human race
got transmitted STd's and itchy
things
or had to pierce painful things
fake my ethnicity
or ******* cut my hair
or drink in smoky rooms
stumble around learn to play games
to get to know her be fake
say I am a doctor wanna free Pap-smear dear?
And then even with my resisting
found out I Kant
 Nov 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
you know how this is

when all the roads mingles
at the edge of the bend
there is no way to go out
the days fall into crash

Again I find you
Think you will come back
So far the evening star
Around others make festival

Every seconds of nature
Then illuminates with moonlit
A long shadow of mountain has come
In front of a large meadow

Every moment grew pale of
what an unconscious thought
Fall down into traverses
Away from dream
between realistic and mystic
up shaking the mind-body

The last math of the time
when matching with passion
paint the portrait of your pale face
A burning cigarette with remaining ashes  
grew end in another hand

~~
 Oct 2015
GaryFairy
"the pen is mightier than the sword"
but "actions speak louder than words
I tried "beating around the bush"
even though my hands held two birds

i've played "the devil's advocate"
and i tried "sitting on the fence"
heard it "straight from the horse's mouth"
the horse made "horse sense"

i'm "letting the cat out of the bag"
i can't "let sleeping dogs lie"
you "barked up the wrong tree"
we will never see "eye to eye"

is there "a method to my madness"?
"your guess is as good as mine"
i'm listening to "the voice of reason"
the one "i heard through the grape vine"
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