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kalo zadukr Dec 2020
There is a door
Out there
It is back door of a house
People come and go all night
Nobody knows who are they.

People around me
Chit chat all day, everyday
They are my friends and family,
I assure them, I praise them.
They give me smile and they give me shrug
Back of my mind, thought come and go
Thoughts never match our conversation.

Mysterious back door open once in a while
Only then we know who are they coming and going


Truth lives behind that locked back door.
You live behind that door.
Real you.
Sometime you come out and express yourself.
Hiwaga Nov 2020
I wish there are words to explain the kind of feeling that I experience when I'm with you; When you do those little things.

When you smirk
When you eat so slow
When you wait your soda to water down
When we laugh over our inside jokes
When we get sarcastic and all judgy
How you wish me success
How you look at me in the eyes when I tell my  stories
How you hold my hand
Whenever you ask if I am happy
How you find ways and say the right words to cheer me up
How you validate my feelings and ambitions
How we talk about our dreams and hopes
How you assure me that I am enough

I guess there are really no poems or haikus that can express how you make my heart flutter.
I'm a writer by profession but maybe  these will always make me wonder.

There are feelings that will never turn into words.
Maybe those are meant to feed my heart and soul.
River Scott Oct 2020
oh
oh how far i have
let myself go

i have forgotten
how it feels
how the words
bleed.

no more
no,
writing.

i need to express
how i feel
and i have never learned
how to be vocal

just,
writing.
its been about five years since i last wrote a poem.
HELLO poetry
& GOODBYE to prose
As I speak THE rhythm goes
Beats & PATTERNS
Emotions & THOUGHTS
The electricity that SPARKS my art
Opposites, raps, heart & MIND
Now I gotta end this little POEM of mine!
(ThreeDots)
Heyaless Sep 2020
I just realised ,
Never express your feelings .
I just realised ,
Feelings will forever be misunderstood .
When I express myself , i get only heartache not with the words they spoke back ...But with my own expectations that they will understand .
Alicia Moore Sep 2020
even when you’re speaking
the silence is deafening.

empty words,
a spinning record with no music.

language isn’t solely expressive,
vacant vocals are forever depressive.
Ell R Aug 2020
a poem is a gift,
given to those who are worthy
those who you can trust
not to hold you at their mercy.

a poem is a gift
for the ones after you
it touches the hearts of many
and opens the eyes of few.

a poem is a gift
which arises out of silence
it says what speech cannot
and offers some guidance.

a poem is a gift
for you to beautifully express
what you truly feel
for those who know you best.
Jacob Lyons Aug 2020
She posts on her story
10 times every blink
Gotta mind that’d make you think
Gotta mind that makes her drink
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