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Alok K Panda Jan 7
I see your golden gown,
forming second skin,
demanding,
enslavement to its master;

I see your bejeweled crown,
displaying majestic sheen,
commanding,
thousand eyes from your suitors;

But do I see you naked down,
draped only in sunshine,
acknowledging,
the modesty of your creator?
Iz Dec 2018
There are people who don’t know
The wrong things I have done
The lives I have disrupted
And I like it that way
I like knowing not eveyone needs to judge what I have reaped and sowed for many years
I have changed in unimaginable ways
I promise I am not who you once knew
And I’m sorry for the pain I have caused
I know there is much
But to the ones who love me
And know there’s more than meets the eye
But nonetheless admire who I am in present day
Thank you for the encouraging love and support you bring me
To be a new me each day and grow farther and farther from who I have been
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
I have nothing to say.
No words to write;
My brain is blank.
No rhythm to recite.
Why?
Why can’t I talk right now?
I’ve got so much to say.
And yet, I can’t say enough.
The old words have no meaning.
The new words have no value.
Besides...
Words can’t say much;
Actions talk so much more.
And words today have no final say,
Actions stage the show.
But I know you’re too close.
You’re too close.
What can I say to make my heart stay?
I really don’t want to know.
Words can't say much...
ieyam Apr 2018
People keep saying, "Love hurts"
But love didn't hurt you, did it?
Love didn't make you cry,
Love didn't break you -

I did.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018
Pink,  
never was my favorite color  
  
You were in Pink  
On our first meet
Then, It happened
  
Feel your presence  
In my first book  
Canvas: Echoes And Reflections  
  
Long live being eternal.
Genre: Love
Theme: Truth never dies.
ieyam Apr 2018
But really, we're all just searching
For something to sink our teeths into
Anything to take our
                                   minds
                                        off
The things we don't want to get used to
I never deemed myself as someone important, never thought of myself as someone worthy of acknowledgement from the world. I knew I wasn't the brightest star or the prettiest sky. I always thought of myself as the one hidden beneah the clouds. It was I who was always a shadow, a beautiful darkness that not everyone will come to know. There was nothing that amazing about me to those who couldn't truly see me, and yet I still manage to take comfort that only those who are perceptive and worthy enough will be able to see the true beauty that shines from within myself. It's exhilarating to know that I was found from the people who actually saw me as who I am, and not just the fabrication of the brightness shining from the moon, hiding its very, lonely dark side.
solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
Hello fellow poets and artist Finding this site made me smile. I look forward to reading everyone's poems and art.

"Let tomorrow sleep and peacefulness will turn to you. Free yourself and go with your razor sharp emotions. Even the twisted flow is the proof that you're alive. I invite the tearfully-indulging sorrow."

Dreamer..made the best of being a misfit...I have a close bond with Emily Dickinson.. she speaks the most to me.. I'm an Aquarian.. I help people much as i can..

Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed.

To me the world is made of poetry spoken and unspoken

I apologize here and now for butchering your lovely language. Not my first

Doesn't Make Any Sense. Trying Hard To Be A Poet.

Under construction.
Don't stay too long, it's dark in here.
I'm not a good conversationalist, but feel free to message me still.
my mystery rhyme has still seeking for its own rhythm and blues!
,'til my sweet serenity haul me unto a strange melodies and clues.
(to be continued...)
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