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  May 2023 Nylee
Stephanie
I know I'll die and when it comes
I want no flowers displayed
I will hate you if you offer flowers at my wake
Why didn't you do when I was alive?
When I can enjoy the moment,
When I can feel special and loved,
It's unfair for you to give me flowers
At the time when I am withered,
Couldn't breathe,
Not able to appreciate,
And not able to say thank you for it.
Edit: Flowers are for those we cherish and love. Do not waste the time to make them feel it.
  May 2023 Nylee
nevaeh
She is my moon and sun
She pulls my tides
And brings heat to my skin
She fills my darkness
And brightens my skies
And even when there are clouds
I know she is there
Waiting for the storm to fade
For the earth to turn
So I can see
Yet another side of her
  May 2023 Nylee
Kurt Philip Behm
The physics of poetry
—creation of the self  

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
  May 2023 Nylee
Lori Jones McCaffery
I have no purpose any more.
I’m a painter who’s gone blind
And a singer who’s gone deaf.
There is no call for what I sell.

I still daub colors on a board
To smell the Linseed Oil again
I hear the music in my head
And mouth the words in silence.

There is no surgery or cure,
What’s gone is lost forever.
And I must find a way to live
In silent darkness, if I can.
              ljm
Another of those dreary tomes I wrote when I was depressed. I'm better now.
  May 2023 Nylee
Krista Delle Femine
The masses love corny
And I’m full of flakes
So I’ll keep on pouring
Until someone takes
  May 2023 Nylee
mads
Everyone uses me as a diving platform,
To plunge into their own happiness.
But I still have stage fright.
I’m still scared of drowning…
Of trying.
Shuffle my feet to the edge…
And I jump backwards.
My biggest regret
Is the plunge I won’t take.
Because what if the pool is empty?
  May 2023 Nylee
Luca C
Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.
Words can hide things
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