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sometimes love can be evil
but don't get discouraged don't blame all us people
deceitful to trust and be mad when it's lost
you are the giver taker and receiver
you make your losses
and you chance your tosses
until you are dead you are your own believer
your own lovely keeper
no maids for your mess you are the only sweeper
use swiffer be swifter don't sniffle don't fall
don't let the dust get in your cracks on the wall
hang up some paintings a picture or four
each of your memories stick them in drawers
no room for bad company kick out remorse
open their door
vacuum the floor
clear out your vents
and make way for what's more
spring cleaning is fun
isnt clutter a bore?
not knowing what's here, and never getting much more
Pepperdust May 2020
The ink on my skin tells me to keep going
But the ink coming out of my fingers create messages of departure.
My head screams in my silence, urging me to punch me in the face until I can see the purple under my skin designing another art piece of my feelings...
Maybe everything would be different if I could sleep.
But maybe this insomnia is a way of keeping me breathing,
keeping me from following seducer Hypnos into the numbness of eternal slumber.
Glenn Currier May 2020
Light rain falls into my day
darkened skies hang low
inside dry suffused dismay
and a small nagging unease
reminds me a clear sunny day
is a gift in the murky malaise
to make this persistent haunt
bearable
until again light reigns.
Sometimes I can't resist a play on words. ;-)
Rohit Hariharan Apr 2020
Here comes a fat boy
Hands full of chocolates and toys
Had a bag full of dreams
Alas became part of many funny memes
Wore big baggy pants
And was good with rants
Didn’t wear any specs
Still looks perplexed
Run and hide in your room
For he'll ****** your food
He is filled with gloom
Still kind and good
Dumped by many girls
Had hair full of curls
Has a life full of hopes
Yet lives like a Pope
Getting into his old age
But felt like a lion in a cage
Was always filled with rage
Unfortunately had to turn into a sage
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
Cayley Raven Apr 2020
With April's first dawn
I started building a wall
that gloom can not climb
This is still so new to me, can I consider this a haiku?
Thanks for the feedback.
Harshitha Girish Mar 2020
The clouds are crying
with me.
Nate Helwig Mar 2020
As I walk down this corridor,

The walls melt with my sins.

For what I thought was right, was actually wrong.

The foundation that had been built below has now risen above,

Meant to crush its very creator.

As I walk down this corridor, the world dissipates.

Leaving me, a lone soul among the vast, set ajar with the flavors of love lingering behind.

Life is an act of infidelity, shadowed by blurred commitment.

For when we arise, we are void of the responsibilities.

But taken from the very purpose of life, which is to be responsible for living.
What is the true purpose of love?
Ash C Mar 2020
The darkness is right there

But the light is over there too

It won't make sense to many people

But it was so much easier to walk into the dark and watch the light

And imagine

What it would feel like
Akintola kunle Mar 2020

this poem is a praise song about Nigeria, it is artfully channeled towards the great love the writer has for his country . thus refer her as my lady and trying to glorify her among other country in Africa
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