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Payton Hayes Feb 2021
You weren't the butterflies in my stomach —no, you were the ache
in my chest.
You were the lust in my eyes and the longing in my bones.
And there's nothing I can do to shake the stinging feeling of
wasps one my skin, in the places you should be.
Check out the other poems in the "Butterflies" series!
This poem was written in 2016.
Nitika Sharma Feb 2021
How Can I Blame Noise
When Chaos Creates Musings by choice

How can I Blame Melancholic Nights
when it pulls out the strongest part of me previously hidden inside the curtains of fright

How can I Blame Life
When I get treated as my emitted vibes

How can I Blame Death
When I do not own my own breath

How can I Blame Love
When its existence seems a questionable bluff

How can I blame Mess
When Perplexity produced Poetry
as bleeding pen on paper press
A piece from my book "A Swing in Heaven"
Luna Maria Feb 2021
god I missed your lips
oh to stumble all upon the
Feeling of love again
your lips taste so sweet
maria Feb 2021
You know,
You can answer
your messages
If you care
   -like you said you do-
Or leave me alone
forever
Thanks.
Written on Febuary 14, 2021
© ,Maria
luciana Feb 2021
there's no comfort at this time
stuck in shattered hopes
my body cold
no more of these love rhymes
Carl D'Souza Feb 2021
I feel
so many feelings
all the time.

I am
a feeling being.

I need
to feel
to understand
the meaning of my experiences
in comparison to my needs and aspirations.

But
my feelings
happen intuitively
and prior to careful evidence-based reasoning
and so my feelings are not philosophically reasonable
and so my feelings are dangerous
if I use my feelings to define what reality is.

I protect myself
from unphilosophical unreasonable feelings
by never enacting my feelings,
by never reacting motivated by feelings;
rather I use my feelings
only as information
that I am having feelings
and so my needs and aspirations
may be affected in some way
by my experiences
which led to my feelings;
then I reflect
on my experiences
to philosophically reasonably discover
how it is most useful for me to feel
to achieve my optimal joy an happiness.
Carl D'Souza Feb 2021
I write poetry
to express
my joyful and happy feelings,
and so I can feel joy and happiness
when I read my poem,
and so others can feel joy and happiness
when they read my poem.
Merlie T Feb 2021
Drunk mit dem joint,
forcing myself to write
Listening to songs I know
work me up
Feeling their message deep
I wouldn't feel
this way if it weren't another time
Tea Feb 2021
52:
Don't you realize or know...?
That the place I will go...
You can't come or follow...
Sorry, darling, but no...

No matter where we stay...
They will try to take me away...
So now...
I will listen to what they say...
Even if it makes me grey...

The seasons will come and flow...
The plants, bloom and grow...
As they do, I will stay low...
And far away, I will know...

You and I were meant to be...
It is as clear as day to me...
They can say what they want to say...
In the end, I will stay...

For I love you, truly I do...
And I will always come back to you...
There is no other explanation...
Our love is the only reason...

Not all will understand...
But as long as you hold my hand...
We'll stand strong and hold tightly on...
Nothing can go wrong...

Do you know how I feel...?
It's here, close, and so real...
See the stars, way up so high?
If you were so far, I'd cry...

Don't leave me here alone...
I don't want to turn to stone...
You warm me up and help me recover...
You are dear to me, my lover...

This feeling isn't as strong...
As yours but it's not wrong...
With time, it shall grow...
I can feel it, you know?
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