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Tori Schall Aug 2018
I'm back from the dead
and let me tell you
it wasn't pretty
wandering aimlessly
among souls lost and broken
where the ground is ashen
the sky is grey
with clouds overcast
but yet it never rains
a desert of bleakness
that not even i could stand
and nobody talks
they all just stare
blank faces
blank pages
opportunities gained
and emotions lost
until all that was left
was the fact that I was back
and I never wanted to go there again
but now I'm stuck
and I can't find the right path
Morgan Spiers Aug 2018
you see me as the earth around your sun
and think this is “true loves definition”
and while i’d never say your soul’s untrue
not in the same way do i think of you.

i see you as the hands that make the stars-
van gogh himself could not make better art
your laugh that dances softly in the air;
your smile that glistens oh-so unaware.

i’d never think to say your love’s untrue
but you do not love me as i love you.
Özcan Sh Jul 2018
If we poets are sad
No tears fall from our eyes
Words fall from our hearts
That brings the blank sheet
And the pen in hand to life
They know how we poets feel
Because they were always
In good and bad days there
Like best friends for life.
Anya Jul 2018
Blank canvas
                       Empty
                                 Flat
                                       White
                                                  But,
                                             Potential
Irene J Jun 2018
The hand that written have
become frozen.
Words have become
meaningless.
The paper is just an empty
blank space.
The love story is never
the same.

How can I say I love you,
when a poet died
and words are no more a word for love?
But instead, words have become a hurtful way
to **** somebody soul,
Like the poet.
This poem was just a one-minute poem I wrote a few days ago and I don't even know if it makes sense lol.
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
Blank pages
Stare at me,
Breathing,
Waving like
Ocean waves.

Rocking to every word
Tilting its boat.
Like sailors lost
To the stormy sea,
Some pages stay
Blank,
Because sometimes
The adventure ends
Before its barely begun.
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