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Esther L Krenzin Aug 2020
it is a slow awakening
that i crave
i thought i wanted you to fill me
with understanding
but lord, treat me with care
touch me in small ways
i know i have built a dam
to keep you out
but i have been drowning for so long
that i cannot tell help
from harm

Esther Krenzin
Darrel Weeks Aug 2020
Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?

The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind

to be honest i do not want it back
let them know you are nowhere
Rph Sumita Nath Aug 2020
The world is too big to justify
Come on let's fly let's fly
In the Blue sky
basil Jul 2020
i'll hang on to tomorrow
until my fingers are fiery and blistered
and even then
07.25.2020
Dharmendra Kumar Jul 2020
Aankhe bhi nam
Man bhi udaas
Bas yahi nahi pata kya chahta hai dil

Kuch apne me hi uljha raha
Dekhta raha neela Aasmaan
Bas yahi nahi pata kya chahta hai dil

Vakt thoda kathin hai
Manjil bhi dur hai
Uljha hu apne hi sabdo se
Bas yahi nahi pata kya chahta hai dil

Harna hai nahi
Jeet bhi muskil hai
Bas is sawalo ke jabaab me laga hai dil

Aasha hai fir uth jaoonga
Fir naya ban jaoonga
Thoda baki hai
Bas hai nazdeek manjil ke mera dil
I am motivated
Maniacal Escape Jun 2020
Keys speak letters but not words
And sentences don’t make paragraphs but full stops end.
Stanzas stall and commas halt, but
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say.
But sometimes nothing blurts everything
And everything sometimes says nothing at all
Because that ampersand always sits there
But never leads to a paragraph
Or a verse
Or anything
Because every time. There’s just nothing to say.
Galore Jul 2020
The years of loving you;
moments we cherished, or not?
So many pain to rot;
these aren't new.
I tried not to hurt you and you tried not to hurt me.
I thought we flew to a sky of wonder.
Not realizing you were tearing me asunder,
unbeknownst to my faith of how you wanted to flee.
I love you enough to miss all of it,
where all I could breathe in was poison ink,
written on my flesh telling me to quit,
from the chastity and sacrifice.
Oh how you love me,
missing me to make it suffice.
Toxic.
Mark Parker Jun 2020
Love sits like a rock, ticks like a clock,
drops like a thermonuclear warhead.
Never ending, resists bending, snaps
back like a palm tree after a beach storm.
Unfazed by summer's heat, talks on a beat,
grand standing through each of our eyes.
Hi.
Faizel Farzee Jun 2020
A rose lay in an open grave
Vision of beauty in death
Kneeling prayer a saving grace
Breathing joy with every breath.

Your undying love my saving faith
A rose lay in an open grave
Addicted to your love I crave
Like a convert my life you saved.

Walking poetry true elegance
Your name within my heart engraved.
A rose lay in an open grave.
Beauty in death evident.

In death itself a endlessness
Like a limitless ocean wave
Thoughts conquered by benevolence.
A rose lay in an open grave
The Quatern is a 16-line rhyming poem that is somewhat like the Kyrielle. It is a French form and has 8 syllables per line. It is written in quatrains (four line stanzas). It also has a refrain line that appears in each stanza. However, unlike the Kyrielle, the refrain line in a Quatern moves. It begins as the first line in the first stanza, then moves down one line in each consecutive stanza, until it becomes the last line of the last stanza.

The Quatern does not have to follow any patterned meter, such as iambic meter, nor does it have to conform to any set rhyme scheme.
Mrs Timetable Jun 2020
The only piece
You let anyone see
Is the broken one....

And
It is beautiful
As is
Sometimez  "as is" is good enough. Some things can't be fixed
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