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 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Raphael Uzor
"They got...
Sick and tired
Of being...
Sick and tired!"
10w Coined from Fannie Lou Hamer's quote
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
MdAsadullah
When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Kelly Rose
How i wish for
rainbows, magic and joy
Instead...
I struggle with life's
ups and downs
Luckily...
There are many
moments
filled with laughter
So...
Even though life
is not all
Rainbows and Magic
Love, laughter and happiness
help balance out
The frustrations, angers, and disappointments
that life sometimes
throws my way

Now...
It's just a matter
of remembering

All the love, laughter, and happiness
that comes my way
and lights my path
leading me out of the darkness
2/6/2015
Feeling philosophical...I think (lol)
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Dev A
Don't think for a second
That just because you're
Kind
Sweet
Thoughtful
That I'll open up to you quickly.

My heart has been sealed
Protected by
Locks
Chains
Fortresses
Layers upon layers.

Whether you want to be friend or lover
You must understand
I prefer books to people;
They are less likely to let you down.
You'll have to gain my trust over and over again;
I've been hurt too many times.
If I let you in, take what I give you;
Not everyone gets past my walls.

Don't assume you know me
Just because I opened up
I have given all of me
To very few people.
Most only have a part or two.

As much as you may make me laugh
Or as much fun as we may have I'm still
Cautious
Wary
Tentative
About letting you get too close.

Just because I don't talk to you
Every second of every day, means I need
Time to myself
Peace and quiet
To sort my thoughts
As I recharge from spending time with people.
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Paul Butters
Prose is writing that goes right across the page. It rolls on, sentence after sentence, usually about things mundane.
But Verse is where you yourself
Decide the length of
Line.

Or stanza indeed. Some call lines “verses”. They can be very long.
Or short.
Iambic metre may be used
And other metres too.
You can write anapaests if you wish.

Yet Poetry is neither prose nor verse
As such.
It is about skyscraper forests looming large,
Trees spiking though mysterious mists.
Poetry is sunshine, filling your heart
With radiant joy.
Black nights of deep depression
Give way to a golden dawn.
The lonely
Find Love.
That’s Poetry.

Paul Butters
Retitled after a suggestion from Francie Lynch. Never say I don't listen! Instructive I hope...
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Cirt Yani
There is no lust- in her figure
Deformed in a way: sort of a plain girl
Invisible in her lady generation
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Zaahr H
Doubt
 Feb 2015 IvyWithRed
Zaahr H
I know not how to fix this,
Nor do I know how you feel.
I know not what you think about me,
I know not if this is real.

I do not know if its self imagined,
That we have something unsual.
Between the emotion of love and doubt,
Some sort of intense confusion.

Sometimes when you look at me,
Your eyes say it all.
They say "stay, i want you here"
But when you look away,
I fall.

Maybe someday I'll know how to fix this,
Maybe I do already but im in denial,
It maybe once im in love with someone else,
But I fear that wont happen at all.
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