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amber Jul 2018
wishing for a break
from the hectic mania
that my mind projects
and the absolute havoc
the outside world reaps
Kivanc Jun 2018
Like all the time I expect today to be that day with my deep passion; knowing it may not be, actually cannot be...
Even if I feel cold in my bed extreme bitterly, I wish today be that day with my deep fictions and fantasies...
Even if I unterstand the man in my mirror is not looking the same now, I say today to be that day even I know I cannot change the creation...
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2018
Your actions echo love,
My rendition of it;
Why don’t they linger
Like words will.

Your actions parade love
That I applaud;
Why can I not trust them
Unless I have it in print.

I write
Poems of love
For a man of few words.

I feel
Acts of love
For a writer, is it not enough.
Thomas EG Jun 2018
I cannot feel for you in moderation
All of me desires you
And I can feel the guilt already
Just thinking about everything
That I would discard for you
Or put on hold for you
Because you are worth it all
There's so much beauty in the world
Yet you have all of it
In my eyes, God your eyes
Your waist, your hands...
And it's hard feeling such extremes
Because when life's bad, it's bad
But with you
It's just so good
Clearing out my drafts
~May 31st
Sara Jun 2018
She smells soft
and fresh like life after rain
but she's bound too tight,
too hard to touch,
and she squirms when you call her name.

She's got that fallen angel face.
Her pieces all fit into place,
have patience, if you wish to wait.
Free spirits float free from leaden weight.
amber Apr 2018
I'm drenched in emotion,
While you remain still,
Seemingly unnerved.

How are you sitting so calmly,
As my face reveals every nuance,
Of agony flooding my head?

Your appearance screams indifference.

In reality,
I have no clue how you feel.
Karisa Brown Apr 2018
My collections
My extremes
All kept inside
This crazy dream
That someday
I'll feel your love
Once again
Danielle Apr 2018
Dreams

Distorted

Jointed

Cruel

Pleasurable

In the

Extreme
Went through a phase where I liked to the form of the poem in relatively straight lines. I like this one because it's almost just one word per line, but still packs a punch.
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