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Theo Rogier Mar 2021
I write, with my mouth that is

saying that out loud is weird

but isn’t it truly beautiful that expression is so eccentric

eccentric in the way that we form and move

and how this movement and speech
so often defines us, to the very millimetre

a millimetre that has to be so perfect

that one wrong move, and the judgement is checkmate
Merlie T Feb 2021
I just want bright light and
         endless blue sky.
Back drop me in   never ending
hills of green!
The wind dancing with my bangs,
a smile draped across my lips.

I want to sing my heart out so loudly!
Amy Perry Jan 2021
All these poems
We write
To save our lives.

To preserve like amber,
Only more futile.

To hope and pray our children
May live on and bless
What’s left of mankind.

May move them with their liveness,
Their boldness, their plain old truth.
Even if all they ever did was express
How they really felt to be alive.
abp
Isamarie Jan 2021
All my emotions bottled up.

Part of my soul has sunken in.

Your voice vibrates on my skin.

Bittersweet memories circulate like a washer on full spin.

I line my feelings and pin my agonizing thoughts.

Poured all my emotions, you stole all my tokens.
So cheap.

Drying all the wounds that cut so deep.
Isamarie Jan 2021
Warm to the touch, your hand on my knees.

Watching the birds land on glistening trees.

Wind caressed my hair on the summer breeze.

The kiss of your lips.

The sun in your eyes.

You must've been sent from above, your energy is so divine.

5/19/19
Hacker *****!
Ruining my life with your wit
And knowledge,
Lovely sound of real life expecting you...
Lovely, lovely.
How do you like my share of condescendence?
_Couldn't we simply understand each other? Children wishing for a better world. _

Oh, well! If you couldn't take me as your greatest admirer!
the poet's quill wrote about
the merit of free
expression  
never would it become
a prisoner of
repression  

the poet's quill being enduring
of its staunch
belief
that to stymie liberty's voice could
cause but
grief

the poet's quill did
not shy
away
its purpose was intent on conveying
in an unfettered
way
brandon mater Jan 2021
the heart of a poet
bleeds
an oozing darkness that no one
sees
enveloping him until he can't
breathe
as he screams at you to just
leave
so that he can be
free
from the pain that you cause
him
A coffin came my way,
They said, therein you lay;

I could believe them nay,
Until they said they could flay;

Wild I went,
I could not vent;

The expression remaining,
Before it started draining;

I was no longer composed,
I had to be dosed;

You were ethereal,
This had to be surreal;

No enmity could matter,
When everything had shattered;

You had been battered,
When you had me flattered;

I can not apologise,
You have been baptized;

I seek not your forgiveness,
I need not your liveness;

For you’ll always be,
Right here, in my heart;

I woke up, to find you gone,
For EVER in your zone..

I need not repent,
For I have your scent;

Your memories alive,
Shall always thrive;

You were one of a kind,
Never out of your mind;

It is not cowardice,
For it requires courage;

It shall not be despised,
For it was your suffrage..
Critique reviews appreciated.
Lord forgive me
For the peoples pain
Lord forgive me
So i can leave this chain

Once a king with a crown
After death of my queen
Seems like i have a sorrow to drown
Whats with this omen

What was this supposed to mean
But with my own two eyes it was seen
I cause myself to bleed from knee to knee
What would be better than to be free

With deaths at my sorrows
I wish to not see tomorrow
With a rope they send me to the gallows
With eyes filled with hate, yet hallow
"Careful the water is shallow
And death he must follow"

Writing a wrong
Against my people
By making taxes and laws
That was burning my perfect temple
But writing a wrong
Was yet way, way to simple

So i must pay for these sins
With all the faces that show grins
My life, and its story was much so fin
After they counted to ten
I dropped
And hanged
But these people will never have stopped
If writing a wrong was stained
More of my fictional poetry.
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