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Johnny walker Jan 14
"Oh been so down of late
In order to get by digging deep Into my thoughts for
memories of my past like pulling rabbits from a magic hat
Inventing fantasise whatever It takes to get through the day no choice but to do this
now
So whenever Im feeling down I'll just pull another rabbit from my magic hat
to get me through the next few days to who knows what
Strange fantasies and memorise that get me
through my days
Kelsey Dec 2018
I could write love poems for days
Yet not once have I been in love
(With someone else that is)
I could write a book of sonnets
With no one to recite them to
(Except to myself of course)
I can preach about the danger in our love
And the joys in our heartache
Because I am a Narcissist who hates myself
I am an utmost contradiction
An antithesis, an oxymoron
(or maybe just a ***** full stop)
Either way I have loved myself
The way the moon loved the sun
And yet I've destroyed myself
The way Mt Visuvius destroyed pompeii
Relentless, and still gentle,
A beautifully tragic mess.
Self love turns to self hate
With the flip of a switch of my bedroom lights
Light turns to dark
And I turn into my own worst nightmare
Becoming my own demons
And when morning comes
And I'm so bloodied and bruised,
Ill nurse my broken body tenderly
Reviving my former self
I'll look in the mirror and see
The only friend, the only lover, the only person
That has ever stayed
And i'll remember why I love who I am
And how I am strong,
Stronger than my demons,
Than my own thoughts ,
And stronger than myself.
8M Dec 2018
The girl who walked on water
I have found her sweater
She said, "Give it back,"
"Or I'll take your hat!"
Maybe it wasn't for the better
Anya Oct 2018
Today, we went backpack
shopping
and I got one
covered in pineapples
that matches my hat
from a year ago
So happy!
You know when random, little, nonsensical things make you happy?

If not, being completely confused by this poem sprung from my random bout of strangeness works too.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
i passed and looked at the oaks
on their foolish great peaks
to their great fairy tale words
to their unique skies

i walked around the apple trees
and rushed straight to the inspiration
i became a wind blowing away
from huge calves of fire and foxes

i passed near the oaks of mighty
and I took a couple of mushrooms and flowers
tomorrow i'll put them on my hat
put on my golden hat

because tomorrow i'm going to play on
pianoforte
and will sound among the oaks
and the cities of the franz liszt sound

25.07.18
Renee Danes May 2018
It's magical powers
So unlike any other
You would have mistaken it
For regular attire

The magic hat
That smells like pine trees
As you walk through the wood
Of your imagination

It can change
The saddest mood
To a happy one
In less than two seconds

And can transport
The purest of souls,
To a magical forest
Beyond the earth

The magical hat,
The coolest hat,
The bestest hat
The coolest most magical bestest hat

In the world...
I love my friend magic hat!  Yes it does smell like pine trees, I love it!
C Cavierre Apr 2018
I am a hat,
hollow
and overflowing with drops of rain,
my use depends on everything else
but myself,
and my hobby is to hang
and wait
and be tossed about
until finally I'm used up.
born as a man and yet living like an object
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Your crusty new day eyes
Have long been opened wide.
You're not at home.
You're out in the world,
Where I can't hurt you.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse for it.

I've no right to write
What your heart has kept inside;
I can't be forgiven.
Though I'm no longer your monster,
I am your ghost.
Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams.

I caused pain and much despair.
And I know it's too late to save our past.
But hopefully these few lines
Can spare other lives from similar despair.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse...

And it weighs on me
Like sopping rags
That cling to my body
When caught out in the storm.
I thought this was going to be a country song. It is not.
Kaumudi Jan 2018
A
Little
Magic in
Her broom,
A little magic
In her black hat.
You know a Witch is a
clever lady who is always with her furry black cat!!!
My visual poem!
©2018, The Witch's Hat by Kaumudi.
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