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Kora Sani Jun 2019
i thought
i was
moving
forward
but it was
just the world
moving
around me
ClawedBeauty101 Jun 2019
The "I" in Pride
Should fade and die
For what pride is there?
When I have my flag that I like to hide?

Ripped and torn from rainbow fusions
Mixed up in teenage emotional confusion
There is no "I" when it's a delusion
My past once apart of the movement

Pride will only cause the "I" fall
Into a mind set I thought I would never recall
Stand proud? Why? It's against His Law
This "I" can't stand in pride. I'm kneeling down instead of standing tall
As a Christian I have my own conviction and struggles. To each his own to what they do and choose for their life. God gave us free will. So if this doesn't apply to you then that's okay! But for me... It is a struggle  That annoys my brain... when it is no longer who I am. So now I'm fighting to remember that God has indeed created amazing Godly men.

If you are gay, please know that this is nothing against you. This is not  a hate poem to you. This is just a struggle heart ache poem that I deal with. I believe the bible is truth and what it says is right. but everyone has a choice...
I am weary, now,
Of this thing called hope.
Mehek May 2019
I could reach out to touch you
I could lie down to feel you
But you wouldn't be there
Cause you're an illusion
That keeps me from being delusional
The brighter you shine
The faster you die
Maybe, all you're is just a lie.
.
.
.
Mehek
You're a star.
Amanda Francis May 2019
I'll pluck my eyes out for there is nothing more beautiful in this world than you.
The delusions of an eccentric poet ring in my ears.

On the brink of sanity I wait, longing to see something more beautiful than you.
Yenson May 2019
A dense fog
hangs overhead in clammy sooty mass
turgid polluted disparaging, insipid cloudy irrelevance
harbinger of hails and storms and those muck seeps in drains

A diamond peers from its granite home
from it emits dazzling rays of pristine brightness
multifaceted hues of amazing colors in lustrous splendor
in quiet dominance its radiates the wonders of a creator divine

Look, says the dense fog hung in languid bleak recess
there's a diamond high on that mountain pinnacle peering through
Diamond, says dense fog, you don't look so well, I can see from here
you are burning, you're ablaze, you have a very high temperature
you look so pale and appear to be changing colours by the seconds
you must be jaundiced as I can now see you turning yellow and green
My, my, you must be in the most awful pain, you really are blazing
you really must go seek help immediately, you are dying!

" I am fine " says the Diamond quietly.............
A foggy dense cloud is always a foggy dense cloud, thank God for the sun and beautiful blue clouds. Some never quite know how to handle reality or confront what is real under their noses.  A polluted brain never sees the light. What a pitiful way to be...
Vic Apr 2019
Six months of delusion
A poem every day.
Thando Apr 2019
Let me

Let me
Be your breakfast.
Toast and butter me
I wanna be your bread.

Let me
Be your warmer when you feel cold.
Take cover and go under
I wanna be your warm blanket.

Let me
Be your breath.
Inhale and exhale nicely
I wanna be your lovely Air.

Let me
Be your lover for life
Don't look back, just look forward
I don't wanna be
your one night stand.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Kiss your forehead
And become your favorite kiss
your favorite Lips
among all man
Who failed to understand
You not meant to be played.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Be your love studio
I'll create love songs for you
So you may listen and dance
Woman I just wanna be your favorite song.

Let me...
Be the guy
Who won't lie,
Who will skip work
Just to see you smile
Or hear you laugh.
Capture me with your love
Torture me with your sweet charms.
I enjoy being here
This feels like home
When I'm alone.

Let me
Ride rhythms,
Rhyme poetry like I'm sinning.
Let me ignore their childish minds
They think writing poems is gayish.
But woman for you
I'm willing to look stupid.
This love matter
Won't make
sense if you don't
Understand what's poetry for.
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