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Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2023
Okay will someone please enlighten me on why I'm so ****** up?

Let's go over it from the beginning

Because I am baffled..
Barely a poem haha
Nickols Oct 2023
Mortals may think that death is the finally ending.
For you, my love; it's merely the beginning.
Josephine Wild Sep 2023
I feel like writing again.
I feel like riding again.

I'm scared to be loving again,
to have my heart broken again.

But a breakthrough requires
being broken again.

I've gone through the fire, my friend.
Red hot, I'll embed my brand again.

I'll stand on the start line again.
I'll run the race again.

Life is a race that never ends.
Once one is over, it begins again.

It feels good
to feel new again.

Life goes on, my friend.
It feels good to live good again.
First poem after a while.
Josephine Wild Sep 2023
I am just me.
A single being.
A beginning and an end.

I am just me.
An individual.
My character and personality and morality belong to myself.

I am just me.
A human alone.
My heart is mine alone to own.

I am just me.
A person all my own.
My worth terminates in myself alone.
Feeling the sense of self during meditation. It’s just me and nothing else matters.
Ghxstcxt Jul 2023
It all started with a quote I wrote on a post it note
I stuck it not for show
But for hope on this road I'm bout to solo
I'm not alone though
In fact the quote I wrote
That thought provoked
I got told
I've to say it once inside my mind
Then again to make it twice
Out loud the second time
Bring perspective to my eye
No joke
It's so I can focus through this hocus pocus
I've conjured on my own
That's slow eroding soulful
In all the places that I don't go
So
Here's to a better day tomorrow
And every one that follows...
Danielle Apr 2023
I grew up longing to be found
on a deserted place where the stories
told 'I shouldn't have meant to be there', counting the dead until I become them. I was written on old houses as I was left haunted and reminisced on melancholic belonging.

However, it is her rising, the beginning, the becoming.

I am a chest filled with lullabies, it is my reaching to the world to heal my heart, and a calling of the ocean, where my love belongs.
self-love, self inspired poem and a gift to my 22nd.
Ma'ya Jan 2023
Lily to your valley,
Blooming so delicately.
Petite and fair,
Purity to your name.
Embody me,
The start of spring.
Embody me,
Your embodiment of love.
Twisted truth,
Lily to your valley.
Embody the love or,
Signify my death.

okay I let you guys interpret your own ending hihi
Zywa Jan 2023
There is no message

in the bottle on the beach --


So, what shall I write?
Collection "New Ago"
Randy Johnson Jan 2023
Last night we said goodbye to 2022.
Out with the old and in with the new.
The new year is here at last.
2022 is a thing of the past.
I hope that 2023 will be a terrific year.
And when I say that, I'm being sincere.
I hope the new year will bring happiness and prosperity.
We said goodbye to 2022 and we're saying hello to 2023.
solEmn oaSis Dec 2022
nasa mata ng tumitingin
Meron ang Kagandahan,
tulad baga ng maingay na musika
sa pandinig nilang tulog - mantika,
nangangamoy na ang sulo ng apoy
Halimuyak pa rin meron ang Simoy,
tila ba malabong bahain ng pag-asa
Sila na nasa Seguridad ang panlasa
kagat - labi man ang pagtiim - bagang
habang iniinda ng kalingkingan ang matimbang
na tawag ng inang - kalikasan animoy gantimpalang
maitituring ang abot - kamay na pangarap sa pahalang
na ilog ng kaulapan na may samut - saring pasaring...
dinaramdam ng katauhan ang bawat hangaring
Huwag masaktan ang puso kahit ni- ang mga kalamnan
Ngunit sadyang nangyayari ang hawi ng kabiglaanan,,
Mga balya at salya ng pagsibol ang huwad na kasinongalungan at ang patotot ng katotohanan...
bilang Isang mamamayan ng pagsubaybay doon sa mga tulak ng tugma
sunog-bahay kahahantongan ng maling bitaw sa batong hawak para sa sungka,
Bilang ng mga nilalang kapwa paikot-ikot lamang na tila ba kumpol ng mga balahibong-pusa na tinayoan
Umakyat sa leeg ang dagang dati - rati ay nasa dibdib...
Maibulalas lamang ang silakbo at simbuyo na kay - tigib.
Bilang na pala ang oras at sadyang di namalayan sa LibLib,
Magwawakas na pala ang isa- dalawa tatlong pag - iigib
sa balong malalim na may apat - lima anim na pakikipag - anib
Nalagot ang lubid , nahulog ang sisidlan ng tubig...
at natinik sa paglukso ng pag - ibig yaong pawang mga nakayapak
Ngunit babangon sa tuwing madarapa ang siyang naiwan na balak
Ganyan po ang aral ng Liwanag sa dilim
Gabayan ang hangal sa aninag ng lilim !
ika - P i T o .. ika - Walo
Hipan lang ang siLbato,
bundok man o sa ibayo
Siyaman na ulap ay TanTo,
Lalaya din ang pangsampo
Magtatagumpay ang bunso !!!
DahiL ako ang nagsulat nito
MarahiL nabatid mo na ang pulso
Biyaya ng MaykapaL wag i- abuso
Kung tinamaan Ka man ng bagyo
Kalimutan ang Tampo at Siphayo
The sequel of my poem...
"  Kapag natuyo ang ilog,
Hintayin mo ang mga ulap "
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