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joel jokonia Jul 2020
He was in love for the first time,
Which often makes men quite honest for a brief period-even unselfish.
Of course, some men are honest and unselfish all their lives;
Which perhaps means that they remain in love-for the first time-all their lives
They are rare, of course
But the sort of woman with whom it is possible to remain in love all through lifetime is rarer
Love
Carmella Rose Jul 2020
men are amazing
‘til one draws the game
and one burns a skin

i love your foolish words
and how you think
you cured me with ‘em
you thought a queen would vow?
yes, but never to a piece of pawn
of the enemy, only to the her king

calls, morning texts, goodnights
oh how i love them
sweet, vulnerable, innocent moments

you’ve got everything fit to ******
the crown but wait—
i am the crown,
built with steal of broken hearts
and mental shocks

if you think i am madly in love
well think again
salts can be deceiving as like a sugar
you know i’ve got a long list of ex lovers
all of em turned to ashes
because each ones i’ve burned quite well
from ashes to roses they all come back at once

begging for my love,
because never once i chased
and if we’re on a long ride
baby it’s gonna be hell

this is my game of love
it will leave you with a nasty scar
you won’t forget this angelic face
i’ll leave you wanting more.
the girl who once fell in love, now plays the game of hearts, she’s stronger and undestructable, one heartbreak could really change you and it’s been a torture to fall again.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2020
FOOLS RUSH IN

Angels will not Tread
Where the fool puts her feet
She holds so so close
To every man she meets
Things seem so right
Beneath the linen sheets
But in the end
There is only defeat.

How can she know
The right man for her
When her whole love life
Is just what occurs
Her heart has a wall
She always defers
A love that will last
It's all a black blur.

Will she be a Maiden
All dressed in white?
Will she throw in the towel
Or fight the good fight?
Will he stay for an hour
Or stay all the night?
Will he take her to breakfast
Enjoy butterscotch light?

Will he woo her and win her?
Will they be friends?
Will he beat her or greet her?
Will he hurt her again?
Will he fight for her honor
And stay to the end?

She looks through her window
The horizon there lies
She sees the clouds open
A golden sunrise
Then she knows of the One
He has no guise
He is gentle and loving
Merciful. Wise.

So she goes toward him wondering
How she got star cossed
She opens her heart
And she counts the cost
He takes her with him
He says, "You were lost
But now you are with Me
Now you are blessed!"

She put on her white dress
And her sandals of peace
She carries her sword
Loves the greatest... and least
She sees the Son rise
There in the east

Then she knows Love
As He cups her face
She weeps for Joy

For at last she knows grace.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/4/2020
I have been struggling with the fact that I never got married. I was asked, but declined every offer. I knew they were not right for me. And I'm glad I never married any of them. My life would have been quite different. I probably would have been a divorcee. But now that I have found Jesus I realize that he is enough. More than enough. If you are a female who is looking for love in all the wrong places, consider talking to God. Jesus, he is really the answer believe it or not. I was very resistant at first, too. But now I am extremely glad I made the decision to follow him. Don't look for love in men oh, and wear your heart out on your sleeve. The only one you can expose your heart to is God. He will never hurt it! Take it from one who knows. This message is for someone. I hope you've read this far. Thanks for your time. Help is on the way.
M Jul 2020
No paper has no folds. Look closer and it will be apparent;
A crease, hidden beneath its purported smoothness—
Though blatant once told of, a fool, sir, will not see it patent,
And seizes within a denial of but his faulted blindness.

No paper is of even thickness. Feel it and it will be known;
A bump, then a sudden thinness somewhere on it—
So whether his benevolence hides it, he hides it from his own,
And dumb as he may’ve been, will never confess of it.

No paper is of ideal quality. The fact cannot be denied;
No man can ever craft a sheet of paper beyond half-perfect—
And thus, sir, do accept readily, for it has to be resigned, that
Likewise, no man is of perfect character, nor hasn’t defect.
I wrote this last Dec 8 2019.
Aspen Jun 2020
Man
You are safe in my arms,
where my size
is not to harm you,
but to protect the parts
of you that are vulnerable.
Self Love>Self Destruction
Kamilla Jun 2020
“Is anyone listening?” Cried my conscience
Teary-eyed and locked away at the back of my mind
Staring in horror,
At the disgraceful scene laid out before her
“No feelings, no right… no consent.” She screams
Clawing at the darkness,
Unable to speak through to me
“Is anyone listening?” It was my turn to cry
Teary-eyed, locking myself away in my mind
What causes more pain, regret or guilt?
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2017
Behold. The sounds of the whistling wind.
The water above,
Mimicking the silver dew drops.
And down it pours.
Touching the darkness,
Empty yet hallowed ground.
A village of cold stones,
Flat beds of green grass.
And the scattered,
Rotted or dried.
Petals of roses and chrysanthemum.
The heavy and monotonous downpour--
Continues.
Continues.
Continues.
Erasing marks of men,
Of women,
Of children.
Whose tears flowed.
Longing for the souls;
Traveling beyond eternity.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2020
Wounded by one
same stone
crying in many tones!
Salman Jun 2020
it's true, right?
Men don't cry,
Men don't care.

we are vultures,
energy-******* batteries
recharged by the pains afflicted on others

it's true.
but there's a fine difference between a man
and a person.
Men don't cry
but a person does.

I am a man,
I do cry but is made to
feel weak,
scared to breakdown in front
of my dad, my brother

Be a man and get over it.
You're a man,
Men don't cry.

The movies, the tv-shows,
they never stop showing the
man as this ruthless creature
reinforcing the idea of the
stereotypical, hypocritical agenda of
being a MAN.

Men Don't -
cut the *******

Men
most definitely
don't cry
because of the fear of
public humiliation.

Why?

because

Men Don't Cry

This phrase is overplayed.
it's time to switch games,
switch players,
We need to start a new storyline.
Maybe this one won't end with
the man losing his life,
because of his fear of crying
and trying to be the tough, ruthless.
energy-******* battery.

MEN DO CRY.

Men
Do
Cry

Men
Do
Care

Men
Do have
Courage
this poem is about the societal idea that men are tough, they are emotionless but this poem discusses ideas, this is what society says a man is, man is tough and emotionless because we perceive them that way. most men do cry and that's what a man is. someone who goes through **** like every other PERSON does.
Eman Jun 2020
~~~~~~~

starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence

they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity

make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails

blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting

frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace

you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night

they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is

the
more
one
bleeds
the
more
one
prays

~~~~~~~
Women, puberty and the scathing eyes of a sexist society.
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