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Aa Harvey Nov 2020
We know


The thoughts we think run around our heads.
They try to make us not forget,
So we remember all that which came before;
Our guiding light towards a better shore.


And as we arrive we climb to our feet,
And in our souls we hope to meet,
A gracious soul, so worn and old;
A beautiful soul, so knowledgeable.


So wise we know that we were meant to teach and learn.
Since night became and the sun began to burn,
We have known we need to become an introvert,
Because deep inside we still feel scared,
Of the things that we once yearned.


So we hide away all the love we hold inside.
We hide away from the possibility of lies.
We hide away until the day that we die.
We die alone because we could never let anybody stand by our side.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lev Rosario Nov 2020
I realized that beautiful things
Bring me joy knowing
That I could return
And experience them again
With somebody new
Somebody to love
Someone whose soul is
Of the same substance
As mine

But knowing that I
May never return
Every experience becomes
A drag through loneliness
A coffee cup of pain
Things end
You can never go back
That is all to learn from life
Dawn Nov 2020
𝑰𝒇 π’˜π’† 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, π’˜π’†'𝒍𝒍 π’…π’Šπ’†.
𝑰𝒇 π’˜π’† π’˜π’Šπ’, π’˜π’†'𝒍𝒍 π’π’Šπ’—π’†.
π‘¬π’—π’†π’“π’š π’…π’†π’„π’Šπ’”π’Šπ’π’ π’˜π’† π’•π’‚π’Œπ’†,
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’‚π’˜π’‚π’Šπ’•π’”.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’Šπ’” 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆,
𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’„π’‰π’π’Šπ’„π’† 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•.
𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–π’“π’”π’†π’π’‡,
π‘Ύπ’‰π’Šπ’„π’‰π’†π’—π’†π’“ π’…π’†π’„π’Šπ’”π’Šπ’π’ π’šπ’π’– π’“π’†π’ˆπ’“π’†π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.
this poem is highly inspired on the OVA from my favorite anime, Attack on Titan entitled No Regrets.
Baila Nov 2020
β€œI see,” he says.
But he is blind.

He understands though,
He nods and I know he understands.

Grey hair, loose strips -
Of it. Around a head,
That β€˜sees,’ even
When his eyes do not.

We are afraid of seeing.
We see with our eyes but not
With our mind.

There are colors and shapes,
Movements and changes.
But do we see them?

Perhaps,
It is we who are blind.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
I should have never answered the phone when you called
The fact that you did had me feeling appalled
I never have the resolve to stand by my word
Worked to stay strong but my emotions were stirred
You never got the rejection you should have faced
Instead met with forgiveness you barely chased
I gave in too easily as I always do
Lose all control when it comes to you
Wanted you to experience similar suffering
I should have made you try harder
Should have let the phone ring
Why after two phone calls do I agree to just let you waltz back into my life after YOU abandoned ME for some other *****? It's like you know exactly how to get back under my skin even when you don't deserve it.
Maria Mitea Nov 2020
When obscurity disguises itself in distinct knowledge,
And ignorance claims to be adequate intelligence,
Confusion conveniently establishing as the norm,
Excluding any possibility of contradiction, ...
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
She's written with crimson red blood,
Unceasingly flowing
From her invisible cuts.

Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー
Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect
But as you read between the lines,
You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.

She could either be a riddle
And leave you bewildered,
Or she could be an answer
And shed light upon you.

For she's a sad poem
But beautifully written.

Β©kg
I'm not Anne Nov 2020
We are surrounded
for danger, for pain.
when no one is there.

But there's a friend:
fighting with our mind,
struggling at the ground.

She's there, she's here.
In every moment.
But moments are just a little bubble of time.

Because there's not an instant
or a friend
that lasts forever.

That's why we are
life's friends.
mayur Oct 2020
for days you trail through the depths of the forest
and as you step out on the other side,
finally off its shadow
you feel an unknown urge, to turn back, for a one last look.

and in that very moment, for the first time
you feel the whole forest, with its all might, vastness and mystery
rushing through you, filling your heart with senses never known
and it only stops, when it finds it's way, through your tear drops.

you know, after the last line
looking back at a poem, does with me the same.
many times when i read a poem, after last line, there is this sudden rush and realization that astonishes me and it summarizes the journey of reading a poem.
Andy Chunn Jul 2020
It was the first, and never before
Had flavor exploded, and I wanted more
My partner was dizzy from taste overload
Downing a pint of sweet Rocky Road.

Many a night, while sleeping alone
I’d drift off to sleep, and dream of a cone
And wonder what it would really be like
The time when you take that very first bite.

Tasting together the scent of each flavor
Ecstasy for each partner to savor.
And then a time of recovery and rest
Knowing that now you have mastered the test.

So go for it, and search the right type
Devour it all, with major delight
Just take the chance, and right it will seem
When you finally taste your first ice cream.
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