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Mikey Kania Dec 2019
are built by






human beings
Repost this poem to spread the word.
Thank you.

God appreciates, accepts and loves ALL human beings.
Mikey Kania Dec 2019
were opened to






**** human beings:


22 murders in 2019 of Black/Trans Woman:
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GOD BLESS YOUR SOULS. GOD ACCEPTS EVERYBODY. EVERY-BODY.
Carmen Jane Nov 2019
You've found my gate
You've chased the light
You've arrived in my sight
I will call it fate

What made you come, in a  hurry
I don't quite know
I think you have to go!
I dismiss this story

You don't see your mistake
Our hands might never touch
You look down, at your watch
You leave, with a bit of heartache
An attempted reverse poem
Druzzayne Rika Sep 2019
This comes to more than what I post
The life I lived and the moments I lost
In bringing the dreams together
All my wishes flew like butterfly
Birds shedding their feather
I leave each hope behind
Now I just live and breathe in unrest
Because I have got no conquest
Now all I do is wait
Wait to see what is stored in my fate
To turn my life around.
Wai Phyo Win Aug 2019
Prejudice
the strongest chain
secures the gate
Knowing the future
not based on the past
Prejudice dissolve
chain broken
30 August 2019
OpenWorldView Jul 2019
plain written words
bloom within the readers mind
gate into their souls
words
read, thought and felt
a thousandfold
m h John Jun 2019
i sent a postcard today
it must’ve not made it
past the clouds
and to the golden gate
where you await
happy national writing day!
Scarlett Jun 2019
I left my house again today
                                                                               much like the day before

Followed the trodden path of my memory
to the gates, I swore I would not enter any more

                                                        Your waiting hand was gone like that                                                                    
                                                         of the promises of a father who won't         come home

Grounded in place, the cast iron gate creaked and rattled with a passion that rivalled lovers who live apart

Forgotten I stood in the garden of our hearts
prone and lifeless

Yet I cannot let the letters go
the letters with "return to sender" in vibrant red ink

The letters that once tied us together
one human being connected by a delicate thread like that of spider silk

If I were to let you go and lock the cast iron gate with a heavy rusted padlock
it would mean locking away the parts of my soul that help me feel and connect
when will the yearning I have for you disappear, will it take years?
I honestly don't know.
but the stolen glances we share are an indicator of what we still feel for one another
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