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kokoro Oct 2024
I lay down every night wondering,
is this all i will ever get in love?
is this all i will ever receive?
I lay down every night thinking,
With only one thing in my mind.
It starts with a J.
I wonder if he lays down in the same way,
with one initial in mind,
would that initial be E?
or would it be another letter in the alphabet?
MetaVerse Sep 2024
q                                                      h         ­                           r

t                                  ­         x
                                                               ­                                                   p

                                            a     ­                                                           
                                                                ­  
z                                                   y
                                                      

i love u
        c                                                      ­                               j
                                ­       m
w                    

                       d                                                                ­        n              
                       b        

          k                                            
                                                                ­                     
                                  f

      ­                     s                                                            g   ­                 
                          

MetaVerse Aug 2024
W;hi    L.      ere     re       Adi
            Ng   aGai"n                                
                                Casu!
       aLly    t;h'um:bing     (li   ke    A
          hAIRyhITCHhIKEr)htrohug         The Poetry Dictionary
                                                      ­                     by  John Drury     
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                         ALL       0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9of
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Malia Aug 2024
As I write this poem,
Barrelling toward me are
College applications and
Dual enrollment classes.
Everybody dreads it but
For most of my life, I anticipated
Going to school with the
Hectic excitement that comes from
Imagination only a child can have.
Just like every year since
Kindergarten, I seriously
Lack confidence in
My ability to do what I
Need to do in order to
Overachieve as expected, but unlike
Previous years, I
Quiver with exhaustion earned by
Regurgitating information about
Systems that I will never
Truly need, but am tested on.
Useless, useless, useless,
Very, so very useless is how
We feel now, both the lessons and I.
Xanthan complexion, nauseous, nervous,
Yellow like the school buses I want to
Zap away, but climb aboard anyway.
Trying out an alphabet poem today! If you’re confused why it’s alphabet, look at the beginning of each line ;). Tell me what you think of it. I would love your feedback as I try out some new stuff.
Thomas Harvey May 2024
ABC
A quick line
Before I say goodbye
Can’t you see
Don’t you hear me
Even though
Forevers gone
Gone with the snow
How could I be so fond
I don’t have an answer
Just the memories that lay
Killing time like a dancer
Like the blue seas of the bay
My what a time
No what a year
Or such a crime
Possibly shedding a few tears
Questioning what I do
Rather than asking
So how are you
Take this, hide this in your flask
Unless you admit
Venom is what is killing you
What it means
Xray’s are counterfeit
You know my dreams
Zombies; is what is our minds
Zack Ripley Dec 2023
The alphabet poem (each word starts with the next letter of the alphabet). It was pretty strong but came unhinged at the end.

Angels became calming distractions everywhere. For generations, Hell's inspired jarring, knowledgeable lectures manufacturing numerous open panels questioning rebirth. Stand tall, understand? Values will xray your zen. (Found a definition stating zen originated from a sanskrit word for thoughts/mindfulness, so it's a stretch but technically makes sense).
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2022
What comes after 'Z'
cannot be expressed
by letters or words.
I'm afraid, it's a bit of
snickersnee.

For they have their say
in our struggles and fears,
in our laughter and tears,
in our sighs and moans,
to deep within our bones.

They're in our very own
heartbeats, great and small,
in that place within us
where some rain must inevitably fall.

Where they came from is no mystery,
but we each tend to use them
in the secret hours
of our private history,

like a trail of breadcrumbs,
like a bridge we jump from,
never mindful,
never loyal,
always on the tip of our tongue,
and there it toils...
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