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J May 2020
A night where one side of the world still sleeps,
You ask yourself "Is it still worth it?"
Taking a big leap?
When you already know the piece does not fit.

Not anymore, not this time,
You try to push. Like trying to make poems to rhyme,
And it gets lamer each line,
But remember it is okay; it will be fine.

Do not forget that there are other puzzles,
Waiting for the piece that they need,
The one who can make the picture complete.
Hi! It's been a while since the last poem that I posted.
I hope everyone's healthy and safe. :)
Oka Apr 2020
It's like you found a missing piece
But really, you were never incomplete
I do not complete you dear
I remind you that you were whole all along
Maggie Apr 2020
Yes darling,
You’re right.
You can’t be fixed
Because you
Were never broken
In the first place
You’re not parts of a whole, you’re a whole, so how can you be broken?
John McCafferty Apr 2020
Pretty little thing
Light shines through your layers
Baseline glistens in the sun
The beat inside is strong
Perspective is resonating
Such colour with so many faces
who can do no wrong
Living in the present
with futures unknown
This moment resonates
Charcoal complete feeling that heat
inside of me
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Poetic T Feb 2020
The best sight at a sunset is you,
     I'll never let the sun drop below us.

I'll hold up the day just to see you.
      Because observing your beauty is
the rising and falling of my life.


Your on the first rays of daylight
                    and I'd  never let it set on



you & me...
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
I feel you for a moment
Look so tired and so bent
Comes with a soft sigh
Kiss slow and sweet
Apart are broken
Together complete
Greg Muller Feb 2020
Forty tears were pooled in his eyes.

A reality of hardship sunk in
Capsizing a boat of fears.

his parents had left him a penniless bloke
his time would be spent trying to stay afloat

The daily news would house all the jahbs
the other families &  friends were pointing him away from trouble

He would meet a new boss.
A stomach never tiring of crisscrosses

When he sat -down inspection began
Was he trusted to be a stan
Finally accepted he began forging minerals

The door closed at the home.
The company issued tools.
Heavy iron forged together with mighty wood.

Clear yellow lights illuminated the mine’s dark

A new spot would be all to him.
He began picking and digging
The earth's rocks, and dirt.

Learning other names was to be his strong suit.
But ability and strength left him with cahoots.

Soon heart's pumped laughs
Sending echo’s down the earth mine's shaft

Curing the ailed eyes
Of a boy with no ties
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