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324 · Apr 2017
You're Possible To Love
Mikey Pooler Apr 2017
I know at times it must seem like you're impossible to love.

Impossible to love even your self so it's improbable you're loved by someone else.

In these moments, in these dark times when love appears impossible remember this,

It is impossible to not find,  a love of life.

Frolic into the dead of the night, leave an imprint within the grass where you laid until you saw the reflection of your eyes in the stars.-

If you can't love yourself surely one could love that.

When the rain pours as if a flood were coming, Sprint into the ocean, splash, laugh, scream, cry, leave nothing inside.

When it's pitch dark and you've wondered a bit too far from home, allow the shine of the moon to guide you.

If you thought no one loves you, remember the moon shines just for you.
Mikey the Poet
318 · Sep 2020
Once In A Lifetime
Mikey Pooler Sep 2020
Once in a lifetime someone will come

You'll realize why past relationships never blossomed

Once in a lifetime you'll find a fresh breathe of air

Someone who will bring life to colors since faded

Bring love to that which once hated

Once in a lifetime someone will make you feel as if the world is a museum

Once in a lifetime you will be staring at its masterpiece.

And you'll stare forever.
294 · Oct 2016
Calling all poets:
Mikey Pooler Oct 2016
I’m reaching out to all with a love of writing poetry to collaborate on a project I’m working on. The more the merrier! All poets will be tasked of telling “A Poetic Tale.” Poets will be given complete creative control on the style of their work so long as it fits in the broad structure of the project. If interested or know of someone who is, contact me and more details will be given! SERIOUSLY THE MORE ARTISTS WE GET THE COOLER THIS WILL BE! YOU DON’T NEED TO FOLLOW ME TO BE INVOLVED JUST MESSAGE ME AND I’LL GIVE YOU THE DETAILS.
293 · Jul 2019
A Dedicated Poem III
Mikey Pooler Jul 2019
This is a dedicated poem to he who,

Lives the life of an outcast.

Though no outcast to overcast.

To he who lived a life under the clouds,

Who reigned within the rain

Irises holding the eye of the storm.

To he who bears the soul of a hurricane.

To he who swore he bore the title of a melancholic,

Who wanted more than drowning in *****-tonic.

To he who believes he discovered answers to lifes biggest conundrums.

This is a poem dedicated to the poet who wrote it.

The one overflowing with emotion who found self love and is happy with what loves done.
263 · Sep 2020
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