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Jieun Mar 2020
you said
you would
love all of
me

but instead
you loved
the person
i pretend to be
Chris Mar 2020
Mother hen-
Lead the way
Tell me when-
And where to stay.

I need a guide-
Through my life
A place to hide-
No more strife

Mother hen-
I'm sorry I lied
Fault of men-
I just can't cry.
Well heck. This is one of only a few poems that got me  to feel a lot of emotions.

#motherhenrepresent
James Cook Mar 2020
When I’m gone go on.
When I’m gone stay strong
I’m where I belong
So my friends and family
I say so long

Don’t cry for me
Don’t say I wish I would’ve ?
Don’t pretend to be hurt
I was alive
Not one word

I am gone
I’ve gone home
I’m sorry I left you alone
My life was lonely
When I’m gone
Don’t cry for me

When I’m gone play my song.
When you see the things you’ve missed
You could’ve took a second my friend
Don’t say oh he  was a good guy
You had your opportunity
So when I’m gone
Dry your eye
You had the opportunity and you don’t get to cry
It’s a lonely life. People take for granted their loved ones..
Grace Feb 2020
If I asked you
To prove yourself



Would you?
Not that I’d ever ask cuz I’m scared I know the answer.
carson Feb 2020
you stabbed my back,
it spewed the lies I told
Ayn Feb 2020
Unnoticed
Shall these lines lie
But I am at fault.

Little rules:
Syllable count
And weird rhyme scheming
Define these works of mine

I wonder
If anyone
Notices this stuff
In which my mind runs wild
To create this distinct shape.
True story. I oftentimes think that nobody notices all these formatted poems I write. For example, Fulfillment has a template consisting of the syllables per each word type in a line; verbs and nouns, and then dividing the syllables between them. This poem starts off at 3 syllables and adds one onto each succeeding line, and the number of lines per stanza increases by 1 for each stanza.
kain Feb 2020
I never not ache like this
The back of my mind is
Ringing like a church bell
The somber sound of
A drizzling day's funeral
I need to find some more music.
kain Feb 2020
This tea
Tastes like memories
All I want to feel
Is someone's eyelashes
Beating against my skin
The sense of skin on felt
On soft, slippery silk
On icy velvet
What if their mouth tastes like cinnamon
Will their tears
Be pearls of salt on my cheeks
And will they bite me
Spicy spicy times.
kain Feb 2020
I hope you enjoy
Life without me
Because I am done writing
All these love notes
I am done with all these ****** poems
I am done with your no answers
And your "misunderstandings"
And your cute quirks
Like never apologizing
And overdramatizing
And victim blaming
Self deprecating
Body shaming
Overt manipulation
I am done with looking at you
Across the room
Hoping you'll look back
I know you won't and
I don't want you to
I hope you like
Your own medicine
Because I've cut you out of my life
Now you don't mean anything
Took me long enough.
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