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Jo Barber Jun 2019
What a laugh!
I looked in her eyes
and saw that she was broken.
No one in this world
ever gets enough love.
We bleed our feelings
and silently beg others for help,
but no one ever comes.
Or if they do,
we smile and nod
and bandage our wounds ourselves,
afraid to be vulnerable,
afraid to be human,
afraid to give others the love we so crave.
ophelia Jun 2019
and by every kiss, every words
i’m just having fun
i love you,
just don’t take it seriously
i’m just having fun
because i’ve been through this
many times
i know it must meet the ends,
we’re just having fun
with the plastic love,
at least that's what we have
i feel like everything just start to be a totally *******, everything i do is for nothing and i got nothing to trust, everything
Michael DR Muse May 2019
Instant regret
A pain in your gut
Throbbing thump in your head
The words I said have caused you pain
I truly tried but couldn't refrain
Now I just lie in my bed
Might as well be a cut
It's funny how we just forget
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
One Turbot says to the other "do you believe in Cod?"
The other replies " I think we each know a Sole". "I believe one day when the chips are down and we are at our most battered we will each know a Plaice and we are destined to fillet".
They exchanged a glance and swam away.... just for the Halibut.

I hope my Whiting doesn't offend. Remember believers.... believe in Cod and one day you will be Prawn again.
edited 12th April 2019
Artistical Apr 2019
People get killed for killing somebody, but people are trying to teach society that people shouldn't ****** because it is illegal...Ironic!
I hate the fact that the death penalty is so hypocritical!!!
Jennifer Medrano Mar 2019
My secrets are metaphors.
The words are artfully arranged in alliteration
Or cautiously halted in
Enjambment so that they don't reveal themselves.

My secrets are anaphoric.
They are metonymic, swearing secrecy to the pen.
Sometimes they are synecdoches,
Begging, afraid, in rhyme for your attention again.

My secrets are anecdotes.
They write about themselves through personification.
This poem juxtaposes itself;
I've told you all of my secrets of secrecy-how ironic.
underestimated Mar 2019
I find it kinda ironic that the people who don't want to see us hurt
Are the only reasons we are hurt in the first place
don't smile at me
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
I fell down to earth
From a hundred miles away and somehow
I still make it work
But it's overrated and somehow played out

Three doors down so you can't ignore it
I'll hunt you down like a tyrannosaurus
My teeth are sharp like a great white shark
Let me taste that flesh, it's my favorite part

Got an eagle beak with the ostrich feet
Seven spider eyes for every day of the week
Means I'm still up working while your ***** *** sleeps
I'm an alien among the human beings

I fell down to earth
From a hundred miles away and somehow
I still make it work
But it's overrated and somehow played out

Ten doors down but you still can't see me
I talk a lot of **** so you won't believe me
I really wouldn't say, anything else
I shouldn't be standing here all by myself

'Cause I'm out there
Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own
I told you I was out there
Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own

I fell down to earth
From a hundred miles away and somehow
I still make it work
But it's overrated and somehow played out

I won't be here long at all
Em MacKenzie Jan 2019
News headlines talk about
people attempting
“The Birdbox Challenge.”
When in all reality,
we are all stumbling through life
blindfolded.

And the real irony here
is that,
people are too blind to realize
they are already blind.
Just a thought on the most recent, idiotic trend.
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