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CA Smith May 2018
joy
Joy
Pours from your lips
With the words you give me
I accept my gift
The kindness offered to me
If only I could offer you the same
Make you feel as I do
When you are around
But for now,
Just these words will do
And I hope when I say them
You will tell me
"I love you too"
CA Smith May 2018
So many words
In the English language
But still not enough for you
Which words could I choose?
Gah, none of them could be enough
It just feels like stupid fluff
Maybe just for now
"I love you"
Will do.
PoserPersona May 2018
Try utilizing meter and form
Stanzas that can be adored
Not necessarily rhyming
Though at least include some pacing
Prose riding rhythm
Consider a little alliteration
Free verse certainly has merit
But too often excuses ****.
Give us not what is convenient,
But that which is brilliant.

Always,
One unwilling to partake in your portentous ****
Yes, I think there is a lot of great contemporary poetry and poets, as much as any other genre, but I just feel free prose is abused not for its brilliance, but for the apparent convenience people seem to think it affords them.
Marg Balvaloza May 2018
Sa bawat umagang nagdaan,
mga kainitan ng tanghalian,
sa paglubog ng araw,
kalaliman ng gabi,
ang naaalala
ay ikaw.

Kasama kita nang kay tagal,
ngunit, p a a n o, at bakit?
Ano na ang nangyari?
Tila 'di na kasama
sa mundong dati
ay sobrang...
s a y a.

© LMLB
I just woke up from 2 hours of sleep, went outside our house to look for the sunset and it reminded me of our days, together. Those days when I'm with you, having our quality time —- spending every part of the day so delighted, just like an unending 'happily ever after.'

I spent almost all of my sunsets with you.
But now, it hurts me every time I look at it because they said that sunsets are the proof that no matter what happen, things can end beautifully. However, in our case, it's not. We're just like two souls, slowly drifting away from each other and I guess we're not destined for our own version of 'happily ever after.'

P.S. "Galimgim" is the tagalog word for "Nostalgia."

5.41pm // 04.08.18
Lucia May 2018
If it were up to me,
I'd let myself rot here
Drowned in my cotton sheets
And allow my skin to finally sink
In between the gaps of my rib cage.

Rot and
putrefy and
fester and
ooze,
Flesh dripping off bone,
So this stink of my own decay may be apparent to me alone no longer.

Senses overburdened by defeat.
can't bring myself to get out of bed
Quinn May 2018
i love my dandelion daydreams
that grow on unmarked graves

i love dancing with their
seedsprout whiteheads in a
river of me

i love to toy with my
dandelion (daydreams) and

pretend that each one
is the hand of a corpse
taking its final

(maggot rodden)
grip of fresh air.
i tried to take a picture of a dandelion for 20 minutes but it wasn't pretty - so i wrote a poem instead :)
CA Smith May 2018
There
Is
No







Distance
That
Could
Ever
Make
Me
.
.
.
.
Feel
Far
From
You
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