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try and speak your love
in the common tongue
pull and shatter above
rain down songs unsung
my boyfriend feels guilty because he misses me and i just want to hug him so bad god i’m so in love life is kinda good even though most days i’m sad because i’m seeing him this time next week
FJ Davis Oct 3
The purest
most impactful poetry
is virtual soul-speak.
Nearer to the edge
                             I see.
Crawling through
          eternity.
Searching for the master key.
This is our reality.

Communication has de-
                                         volved.
None of our real problems solved.
  We have become      uninvolved
while the whole world revolves.

Spinning further from cont
                                          ro
                                            l.
Turn 'round and view it as a whole.
  Mother Nature's gifts we        stole.
This is how our story goes.

Once black and white.
Once dark and light.
To complicate.
Bring on our fate.

Our halos tilt.
Intentions wilt.
Ambitions great.
Never too late.

Turn 'round to see the sum of things.
Counting on the dead tree's rings.
Refering to ourselves as kings.
Soaring on the deathbird's wing.
Dante Sep 26
I don’t mean to be rude, it just comes out that way. I’m just tryin’ too hard. The moon looks full sometimes, and when I look out the window, I can’t quite see it.
I can’t quite see it.

It’s like that sometimes. There’s something beautiful. I want to reach it with words. I want the permission to hold it. But I can’t quite say it. I open my mouth, and I can’t quite say it. I’m sorry. I wish it were different.
Zywa Sep 17
Maybe because of my big heart
which is nevertheless afraid
of everything that could go wrong

and often does not offer room
for what I need, not make space
for what I wish for

Or to bridge the distance
from my high legs and long neck
to you, and not to look down on you

with armed love
to get an unmet need
half-heartedly soothed

Maybe I just imagine
what you do and say to me
maybe we want the same things

maybe, under the surface, you too
are a giraffe, maybe we can
just be giraffes
Nonviolent communication

Collection “Half The Work”
Hannah Aug 29
As a writer
You are assumed to be
Good with words
Yet I spend a vast portion of time
Saying exactly the wrong thing
Or biting my tongue altogether
I hope to tell you one day
What you mean to me
Instead of just writing it out
In the pages in my mind
Once upon a wonder
You must’ve known me.
Unfamiliar familiarity,
Straight through me you see.
To you transparent,
My mind a sieve.
Surprisingly apparent
Reluctant for you to leave.
Steve Page Aug 22
Poetry is the shortest way of conveying something really big -
Quote from John Cooper Clarke, poet, on Desert Island Discs.
Tanya Aug 13
sometimes I could feel my speech as vast as a desert
where all the sand grains wouldn’t have been enough for me to speak the oasis of my mind

and other times

I could feel my speech as a desert-
infertile and empty,
spitting words like a camel,
knocking on a door
behind which
the reply was never home.
Beyond usual

Some rhymes
Sound better while whispered
Some rhymes
Get life when screamed

And rooted truth
Are conveyed in silence
Without saying much
Just listen

Sincere mystery
Genre: Observational
Theme: All in silence
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