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Do not go far to listen to the praises of my heart
Listen to your heart
— the praises come from there —
I am there.

Do not go far by your actions to call me to yourself
Come closer
I am not far from you
By your voice, I shall hear.

—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
Strung Apr 2019
Take my words in sections
Held—breast-pocket poetry—in times
When I keep my heart between my ears
My poetic little lines.
When you hold them in your pocket,
At least I know they’re heard
I dont want to die alone without you having heard my lifeless words

Steal my words
I work so hard
To make them sound like honey.
Sweeter till you listen
Then it sticks unpleasantly

Ask me to explain,
no one ever does
They are not simply stanzas
Not rhyming lines of empty thoughts

Hold my words like glass
I’ll take them back I swear
I don’t want to have to tell you
You broke my heart somewhere
Madeleine Mar 2019
Whispering of sweet
nothings from the pick up lines 
to cute sweet nicknames 

Windows to see all
everything and everyone 
colors and beauty

The sniffer to smell
From the indoors to the outdoors
Rotten and the fresh

The gateway to taste
sour candies, chocolate cake
and homemade hot dish

Holding and touching
From soft to hard, smooth and rough
Living and the still
each section is from each of my five different poems I just took the first section of each.
Mya Mar 2019
When we fight
We dont listen to each other
You dont hear my words
Because you are shouting over them
I mean it is not like you would hear me anyways

When we fight
I speak in my regular tone
Which is a small voice that no one hears
And always end up talking over

When we fight
You dont listen on purpose
you need to get your anger out
by hurting me to make you feel better
Even if it is not my fault

When we fight
You yell and shout
Your body language is angry
Your eyes want to cry

I dont know why
Maybe you cry when you are really mad
Or maybe you are thinking of why you are mad
But the reason would not be because
You are hurting me


When we fight
It hurts us both
so let us just stop it is getting us nowhere
Zuzanna Mar 2019
Red lipped and her smile
Is everything, her teeth shine
Like the pearls against the pale
Skin at the tip of her neck, she
Claws at my skin, the pain throbs
For a second, drawing a little blood
Would you cross her? Knowing her
Hurricane mind? Coming out to play
To feel her tigress soul, wild but free
She doesn't pretend to be anyone
Only herself with a power like no
Other, a control willed by her heart
Motivated by the butterfly in her veins
There is a hunger to pounce, to run with
The wind, she carries class, savagery and
A deep loyalty others had tried to poison
But a paw put down is all that is necessary
To call it a point.
#savage #dangerouswoman #brave #motivated #driven #wildsoul #free
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