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 Sep 2021 Eli
Marty
Its 4 am
 Sep 2021 Eli
Marty
Its 4 am
The windows are locked
The doors are double locked
The hinges have been checked

Ive pulled the covers tight
Tighter and tighter till I can't
Breathe

Shhhh, hush not a sound!

And now I can't see?

Hush, please!

Where is it that they might be.
The fear is choking the life from me.

I'm awake I'm awake, in my bed
In my bed I quake. Feel it shake!

I scream to the windows.
I scream to the walls.
To one and all, I call
But silence upon there ears fall.

Can you not hear me?
Can you not hear?
From neath the marsh I call.
Soaked with their pain.
A permanent bloods stain.

I call, I fall.
I fall and I call
I scream and I gleam
But my eyes have lost their beam.

I CALL

I CALL
 Mar 2021 Eli
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 Mar 2021 Eli
nicetomeetyou
Scream
 Mar 2021 Eli
nicetomeetyou
Clear as the sky
And ****** as the moon
You hear her high
Scream.

A bolt of light
And a sliver of burn
You hear her bright
Cry.

Her hurt can be seen
Her hurt will be felt
You hear her keen
Yell.

She whispers too stop this
 Jan 2021 Eli
Ian Dunn
The night has fallen
Shrouding the world in unknown
An endless darkness

Remember the sun
Soon its light will break the storm
And bring back the day
 Jan 2021 Eli
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
 Jan 2021 Eli
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2021 Eli
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
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