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Jasmine dryer Nov 2019
They are performing on a tilted stage
Watch their eyes filled with rage
Smile as they draw their sword
They lose it all, they are no more
I refuse to wear your mask
And follow out your simple task
So I'm ending the scene
The play is over
The play is done
Now I say its time to run
Tell me who has really won?
EK Nov 2019
the
rain
of pain

fell down
again

i feel the same
out in the lane

sent from a place safe
to a place


unknown





unknown i am
to myself
who am i
where am i

i feel unknown and all alone


the raindrops have their friends,
not alone in their despair


i am but a lonely rainbow.
alone
but
glorious
this is so sad alexa play despacito
HanaMarae Nov 2019
I think I believed in true love for a second
but it was in a land of a dream
a dream that seemed so unreal
that it was true
that you loved me and I loved you

But that land was unreal
in a dream
where life
didn't exist
because
It hadn't stared yet
for it to be real
but the feelings
were

So for that moment
where
our hearts collide
aligned
satisfied
at your side
it was true
but with you
I recall for a moment
you're near
I feel it too
you're dear
but that feeling
-will never go away
for I loved you
and you truly loved me
for that time being
at my side seeing
there was no one else
but you
and me
A love from a land of a dream
-2016
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

Instead, you play the part fully
As the intellectual bully
Disregarding the tears
Throwing misspelled word spears
Wielding grammar hammers
Pouncing when someone stammers
Hey, Bro! Don't you even know
What time it is?

Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

You say you're a godly player
But you're really a Sibboleth slayer,
An ill will conveyor,
Grand total naysayer,
Once you went away but then came back
Unbelievable, you're even more whack!
Hey, Bro! Don't you really know
What time it is?

Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

TONEY OUT - BOOM!
5/26/2019 - Poetry form: Slam - My first slam poem!  Yippee skippy!  I know it's not the best, but hey, it's my first one, and I'm keeping it! - (This poem is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Sofia Rybkina Oct 2019
I first saw my grandma knitting when I was five. 
Wool yarn flowing through her fingers, 
As if it was a fairy tale by the brothers Grimm.
Magic was happening, giving birth to another 
sweater, or another scarf, or a dress I was probably going to wear. 

 I first saw a fashion magazine at the age of eight. 
It was full of clothes, full of bright, extravagant colours, 
I was amazed by this variety of art it kept inside,
a little girl facing her nature, her passion, her desire. 

 I was twelve when I first visited Germany &
realised that fashion had never been this far from people. 
Oaf boots and cerulean sweaters I was seeing everywhere
As a complete outsider, an offspring of another world. 

It was years after that I understood. 
Clothes are what we see & beauty is what we cherish,
But, if it is filth that you carry on the inside, 
It can never be covered by a little black dress.

Tipton Poetry Journal
July, 2019
Jules Oct 2019
What a **** up
You're all alone
On the floor
What's the water works for?
That's right
You dramatized a simple interaction
What a break down
What a nice town
What a **** up
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
Yes, once I did a newsboy job,
With a newsagent I did hobnob,
Our little town at four o'clock,
In depths of winter, quite a shock,
In New Blithering I did search,
Why did Heathcliff leave me in the lurch?
Not to be a drama queen,
I did retire from that scene,
It was quite amusing I say,
Second breakfasts every day,
No wonder we were obese and fat,
No longer a newsboy, that's that!
Feedback welcome.
neth jones Sep 2019
i gratefully mourn your tragedy
and thank you
for providing charity toward my meaning

i’ve followed your information for a long time
and
though i longed for a more extensive feed
the manner of your exit drama...

..the piece was both satisfying and complete

myself ?
i’ll leave a dim reading behind

when my individual concept ceases
few shall take a personal interest

this is fine also

                               - an onlooker
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