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Sasha Paulona Jun 2021
Love like the colours of rainbow
Love like a pilgrim of life
In the edge of golden horizon,
I saw the eyes of angle
Who owns them?
Are they mine?

Love is song of the river.
Love is a cloud in summer.
The dearie in a despairing courtyard
Where does he belongs to...?
Is he mine?

Pieces of bleeding heart,
Disappeared in a song I sang.
Sink into the twilight zone
like a dog with two tails

Eyes on to skin
Heart in to soul
Love’s for completeness !
Shapes are crawling to perfection
But still unsatisfied shapeless desires...….

God of golden wings
Praises the lust in dark
Around the endless hypnosis...….
No one will Understand but the GOD...........
mark soltero Jun 2021
waiting for you
distractions ensued
they took over the space you filled in me
but they rather squat here
than reside in such a desolate place
you created this space inside of me
that cannot be filled no matter what I do
I needed to find something new
something unknown
to fill the space between me and this world
when you didn't take my hand it didn't work
because regal thoughts of us killed my brain
they began as delightful dreams
just to fall asleep with you in my bed for once
you were my light and you were the sun
then everything went black
mark soltero Jun 2021
tonight I am elated
I feel just fine
things can change
people can learn to be kind with time
you can find me at the edge
cause I'm close but never ready to jump
you can trust me to never fall
drive against the coil
so I may not find peace
because tonight I can be anything
to feel good I don't care how
my desires grow I don't care why
close to the edge
tonight I want to feel fine
I don't care anymore please
mark soltero Jun 2021
his actions speak louder than his mouth
it's a wonder he still lives
lacerations left on his neck lie deep in his skin
their eternal impressions were left for you to find him again
mark soltero Jun 2021
wisdom with age is unfathomable
thoughts escape the psyche
words become dull
what's unknown
is what triggers fear
thinking can change everything
cleaning the wounds of yesterday
but with age the jagged day no longer breaks the skin
as cells die and life escapes the lungs
one can rot away happily
forgive the urges of imbalance
thoughts become less bold
they hurt less as the minutes tick
eternal clock nears its last hour
the last breathe is always untroubled
final acts are supposed to break the struggle
Ayesha May 2021
Hello poetry
Hello p**try
H'llo poetry

your 502 bad gateways are
freaking me out
I got no copies of
all my ******* man
Oyi Eliot, when’s the app coming bruh?
Celestial May 2021
So, there is a gap.
No bridge to be seen.
A precipice untapped.
I can see the green.

Ah, the challenge.
forgetting all secrets,
Can you find the hinge?
Never mind, I can see your pockets.

Also green in color.
You won't tell me,
You don't even remember.
Like a honey bee.

I'll take the ominous message.
Not sent by you,
but by the passage.
What a wonderful clue.

Ever closer to the answer.
Hopefully, the gap will close.
I'll see the other side with pleasure.
So you pose.

Questioning what isn't, or is.
Wanting the green again.
Looking it over, deeply knowing the bliss.
Misunderstanding the plain.

Anyways, this side,
isn't so bad.
You can watch the tide.
The blue only lingers a tad.
Sean Hastings May 2021
Hello hello
Friends, strangers, family
You can be one of these
Or all of them
But hello hello
To a greeting or nothing
I'll still say
Hello hello
My Dear Poet May 2021
I need
the right
timing
to post
more
of my
poetry
faster
and after
Suzanna
Berlinsky
;)
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