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Miriam May 2021
The best is yet to come
If you believe then you can become
Believe in yourself dream big and you can become who you want
Tilly May 2021
walking through, the burning embers of fires you started;
Alone.
Miriam May 2021
I cry sometimes and I don’t know why
If I could let it all out i know I’d be fine
Pain turns to anger
When I don’t have the answer
To all the questions you left me with
For all the times you left me in myth
Sometimes when we lose someone we love we can be confused what’s going on or why this short poem reflects a relationship that’s broken first we have pain then anger and confusion towards someone we love we want to know why they did what they did
Healer May 2021
Even black has a shade of blue,
when I see it from your point of view.
Your love has the power to change every wrong to right.
With you by my side, these hollow and dead night turn's into a beautiful twilight.
Your laughter is an assurance that everything is fine, it'll be alright,
hope is everywhere so is the lingering light.
Your eyes are like sacred raining of starlight,
like the drifts of leaves, immovable and bright,
filling the world as fair as white.
Your talk is so magical it feels so right,
I just want to listen as you talk in the spotlight.
When you look in my direction,
I feel a connection, it makes me want to grow into your definition of perfection.
Still undecided on the title part.
This poem is dedicated to the reflection I see every time I pass by my mirror.
Even when there is chaos in world and life feels ****** up, one self talk sessions with myself in the mirror and I fall in love with myself again. So I wanna thank me for nurturing the beautiful soul that I am becoming.
Vaibhavi Joshi May 2021
Parallel to each other
Staring for hours
Lost in games of heart
Hoping for the best
We touched our souls through eyes.
Vaibhavi Joshi May 2021
There is something special about roses
It's not about the petals you see
It's about the thorns
Which can cut you so deep
Leone Lamp May 2021
Hello poetry is not happy
Hello poetry is not well
Hello poetry is not healthy
Hello poetry's gone to hell

I see these thoughts and sentiments echoed
In different forms upon my wall
I feel it too as I click and stumble
As I watch and wait for the wheel crawl

I've only been here a little while
I like the format, I like the style
The thoughts, the words,
The shares, the smiles
But why is loading
Such an arduous trail?

Hello poetry's not so bad
I've got plenty of patience
Hello poetry doesn't make me mad
It offers me contemplation

I click, I stumble
I wait, I mumble
"502, the gatekeepers in trouble..."
I know I'm not the only one, but at least complaining is a little fun...

~05/11/2021
mark soltero May 2021
skin on my own
your body belongs to me
blood dripping from my mouth
just to let you know how much i love you
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