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If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til your phone is aglow.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that it was right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
Jax Spade
The still room
Looked outside to see the trees move

The wind had a way of reminding...

On the porch laid a broken compass
Pointing to the darkness
It fell on the lampshade inside

There's only a few sidewalks in this town
And they're work for a skateboard

                The moon has eyes
And the sun grinds her teeth
While on the nightstand
Unread books leave

As the digital numbers
Glow and the winks of L.E.D.
lights poke into the same fate
A faucets leaks

The sound of that drip
And the cats fighting in the distance
Burned inside the candles heat

The street is starting to look familiar
And the mailbox has new speech

But inside that still room
The sheets were cold
There wasn't any need for an alarm clock

The floor was cold
Yet sturdy under barefeet
And the porch light ended the story
With a sensor that activated

But that roof
The one overhead
Reopened the book
The ceiling heard this
And stared back at the man underneath
The room remained still
Until a few blinks broke the stillness

Soon the closet made sounds of sliding hangers
Across dowels
The metal clanks embedded in eardrums as the cologne entered the atmosphere

With the bed as a chair contemplations appeared
About the roof, the room, and the longboard pressing it's wheels against the wall

The dreams were heard laughing
They always exaggerate
It was then reality entered the room
That unwanted guest is an intruder
And trespasser

Damn criminal

    Where is the justice

The handcuffs flirt with keys
The love of penetration
And the release
              Accounts fulfilment

The roof continued to roll raindrops
Into the gutters And the room acquired stale air
The man peered out the window
And hesitated opening it
His cat twisted his arm
And nature further convinced him

Movement claimed victory
And hypothesis crowned a theory
Of educated guesses
It equaled faith
multiplied by the unknown

The candle was snuffed
And the smoke dissolved
Into scents
How many others
Will know the truth
And how many years will testify
To justify this time
My understanding of today
Is as limited as my life
Live today
As it comes
We have been told and practiced
With devotion
We do prepare for the mundane
But what’s one to do about the unknown
What it takes to be future ready?
Is it the happenings of today
Is it the mistakes of today
That will lessen the burden of tomorrow
As today the lesson was learned
Yet how to prepare for the unknown
Remains a question for tomorrow
(move) to
rhythms (my)
(soul) can’t help
but d a n c e
you move my soul along
she is the heaven
you would go to hell for
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
Johnny Noir
drugs, liquor,
Jesus & smokes
are all I need
Liz Balise
Another Nor'easter
dims the sky
while it makes its plans
to howl all night
getting rough with spring
under white drifting blankets
crushing her crocuses
benching her robins
yet again
hmm...This went somewhere all by itself.
Ciel Noir
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
I don't really know how to write poetry
I don't really like showing my emotions
So I guess I'll try my best
Because honestly, I'm just going though the motions
I've actually been using this site for awhile, I just never actually posted anything until now. So, yeah. Prepare for lots of bad poetry!
Jen Snow
Freud says tattoos
The Manifestation
Of a

Every point
Separate pain

It took
And a

To complete
Of my

And half a million perforations

To convert
Into something




To finally
Let go
Of the past
It's about time
We celebrate
A Happy Human Day

Women slog it out
And men do it ,too

Managing the house
Raising kids together
Doing the chores
And helping each other
Each and every day

It's about equality
That we speak
Then Why not today
Happy that we are born ,
Time we celebrate
Each and every one
And let the day be
The Happy Human Day

Thoughts from ,my ever so busy husband, Having back to back tours and conferences to attend .
Yet, whenever home , does his level best to lighten my work .
Funny part though, it's a woman's day and went shopping for him :))

We do have Human Rights day
10th December
Take my hand and lead the way
tell me all you want to say
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
Pull me close and hold me near
take away my pain and fear
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one
Give me wings so I can fly
for I can soar when you're nearby
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall
I've been a prisoner, can't you see
Break my chains and set me free
Strip me of my armor tight
you'll find I won't put up a fight
Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

Mary Gay Kearns
Said as simply as any words
Means so much that is unheard
Tells a story in one line
The nature of which is undefined.

Hidden meanings, secrets kept
Hopes and dreams around you slept
Youngest daughter plan your day
So that love is here to stay.

Meet each Sunday in a special way
Be not lonely in anyway
Fill the time with gentle hours
Your value is in your power.

Love Mum xx
For Elizabeth on Sundays xxxx
Valsa George
Arise! Oh Heart, from the catacombs of the dead
Shake off the dust, for Life beckons you like a buddy
Peel off the weariness that wraps you like a shroud
And walk to the open to perceive the light.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the dungeons of gloom
The dawn is at your door step, waiting to break
Sing with the koel, merrily warbling in the woods
Dance with the billows, wildly prancing on the deep.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the ghettoes of bondage
Break loose the ropes that moor you to the past
Dart through the panorama of the cerulean blue
And fly high into regions, uncharted and new.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the citadels of hate
Listen not to the shrieking and howling behind
Drink from the goblet of conciliating love
And rejoice at the birth of a dawn with promises galore!
phil roberts
As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts
This may well be my last poem here.
it’s the first day of March so beware
with a hint of sweet spring in the air
you might be tempted
thinking winter has ended
only to be caught by Jack Frost, unaware
With an eye
almost blind,

I'm still searching
the I.
Happy Holi

Here comes the day
With coloured hands and faces
To the music we sway

Touch not with intentions ,perverse
Its Holy
The festival of colours

My favourite is the vermillion red(gulal)
Will colour you red yellow and blue too
Vibrant the colours
Will bring you happiness and cheer
And moments to rejoice and remember

Gear up with your water guns and sprinklers
Filled with organic colours
No chemicals please
Look for revellers dressed in all white
Drench them all in the hues of the rainbow bright

Munch on the Gujia  a sweet treat
Time for a rain dance to the desi beats

It's time to cheer
Spring is right here

Happy Holi
Happy Holi to all on HP
Woman, you take my breath away
Not in what radiates off your precious skin
But what lies deep inside of you
Head held high
Not letting one moment
Of life slip on by
Strength more than a conviction
Capturing every ounce
Of my begging heart
Mother to many, daughter to all
Let me be your comfort
The harbor in your shore
Lead me
Feed me
Be the answer to my prayers
Guide me
Walk beside me
In the waning of our years
Pagan Paul

'pon your voyages through my mind
mingling with memories cruel and kind,
amongst the shattered dreams that do lay
'neath darkened clouds so distant away.
Amidst the chaos of random thoughts
strands of discord forged and sought,
chasing nightmares you must flee
the ugliness deep inside of me.
Be you close or be you very far,
Please think of Me,
wherever you are.

© Pagan Paul (20/03/18)
Star BG
Today I shall get high on life.
To feel the energy of wind,
hear birds sweet song,
dance upon sacred Mother Earth.

Today I shall take the drug of life.
To be grateful for all that life brings.
shinning a light upon difficult

Today I shall move in my power
To feel connected to source energies
and all the invisible allies present
who come to my aid.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life
to align with higher self
moving with the grace of self.
skyle Inspired me with her poem Crave for Freedom
Melissa S
As another year comes back around
I'm older and wiser and ah yes more profound
I made the time for some self reflection
To remember everything that holds my affection..
Things that I will never forget
and things I will never neglect
Kisses so good and so deep
Hearing the sounds of little feet
Listening to the crickets and cicadas song
Watching as the bees buzz along
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face
To always be thankful and say grace
Writing from within the heart
That words are powerful they are art
Always go outside and enjoy nature
Never judge anyone don't be a hater
Time is precious ....enjoy the little things
Don't feel stuck remember we all have wings ~~

My son recently told me Mom you're old as dirt
and I told him well God made dirt
and dirt don't hurt :)
Not getting older just getting better
My Birthday is not today but it is on Sunday
Even if your faith in this cause I can’t instill
I’ll just keep on tilting at this windmill.
Sometimes you have to keep on believing in a vision even if others don’t get it yet.  (Of course, other times you might be wrong too!   Hard to know whether you are an idiot or a visionary for sure when you are taking risks :))
In the moments before dusk
night in a struggle with the day
dreams they do say
dancing into reality
the red light district
flickers on high alert
she, backs into me
a soft velvet touch
embarking me involuntarily
to thrust  
my chest closer
to those simple breaths
slow and so sweet
rendering me complete
here's where I dream
or so does it seem
a memory or want
to endow her my pride
an encompassing ride
stirring, echos in time
a morning of lust
urged to surface
brazen and bare
not coming up for air
spring undresses the moon  
surrender takes many turns
lasting sips
No traffic on roads
Snow has fallen everywhere
Ghosts sing out of tune
Inspired by Icy winds today x
I did not like pro wrestling -
No sir - I found it rough.
All the blood and weirdy fakeness!
And dudes almost in the buff!?!

I did not dig pro wrestling -
I found it most uncouth!
I found it much beneath me -
If you must know the truth.

Then I finally watched pro wrestling...
To prove to a cute boy I wasn't a fool.
And goddamnit I must now humbly confess -
At least - Shawn Michaels.... is pretty cool!
My husband grew up watching wrestling and I being one of three girls was never exposed to it and definitely had a predjudice against it. But honestly if nothing else  it turns out it can be pretty funny and we even had Stone Cold Steve Austin’s entrance music as our entrance music to our wedding reception..and it was awesome (Shawn Michaels’ music is still my favorite though but wildly inappropriate for that venue :))
I've looked bad but felt good
I've looked good but felt bad
I've looked bad and felt bad
I've looked good and felt good

I've failed so many times I can't count
I've learned so much I can't find individual moments

I have gradually increased

But I am finding myself

I am finding the confidence to strut out of my dorms like I'm walking on the runway
I have found myself so sad my body has become immobile

I am growing stronger

Physically. Mentally. Spiritually.

I am finding God in the most random moments, but when I do it is glorious

I find myself alone too often
I find myself feeling alone too often
I find myself hiding too often

I'm ready to let my potential loose
And become the lion I am meant to be
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