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danahslade99 Aug 2018
Melancholy;
Melt in lands
Unholy
In an abyss of

Harm supressed;
Between two palms pressed
Together.
Remind us we are

Desolate;
Descending to a
Solitary fate
Where days

Gloomy;
Glue me
To my memories
Cold cruelty and

Shame;
An attempt at shadowing
The untamed.
Logan Robertson May 2018
can no nation rise enough
in the window
to puzzle

Logan Robertson

5/05/2018
Play on words-connotations, innuendo, enabling this poem to be read both ways.
Irene Poole Sep 2018
I think I’m angry
With you
The double dichotomy of words
Both with and at
All encompassing the ever growing redundancies of phrase upon fragile phrase
Hand upon hand
Your hand a sliver in my heart
It beats
Beats like a funeral drum as the fires and pyres are lit
Beats like fists on chests
A piercing war cry
“Cry for help,
No one will hear you” stuck in the quicksand
:a fly in honey:
“Oh honey what have you done?”
I think I’m angry
With you
But
I’m angrier without you
danahslade99 Aug 2018
We press our bodies together
Forcing separate atoms to form one
Of a new breed,
But it will never be achieved
We don’t bond
Just periodically breathe.
Lyda M Jul 2018
Stories sing of ways
That shed light on
Situations

Tall tales spake
Of things
With green envy

Thy name wilt one speak
Before the moon sets
Upon one's kingdom

And bite one's thumb
Shall one joust in word or sound
Even the ocean could not contain enough salt to pass around
Lyda M Apr 2018
And I swallow metaphoric medication
Until they burn down my throat

And similes are like cereal for breakfast
With which I refuse to partake

My words bleed out
Personifying my grief

Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain
It would take years to finish

Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression
Or a nature of destruction in beauty

Take me to the emergency room
I'm sick of this language I speak
Styles Oct 2016
You teach others how to love you right,
by loving yourself right,
First
Now, read it the other way.... leave a comment if you think it works both ways.
Steve Sep 2016
Moses liked a cup of tea
He brewed it skilfully

© Copyright SE September 2016
Is really true!
Anonymous Freak Jul 2016
The pleasant lighting
Falling on your face,
Shifting uncomfortably
In dressy clothes.
A wine list sitting
In front of you.
The clink of champagne glasses.

A menu
Is then passed to you,
"What would you
suggest this evening?"
You ask the well dressed,
Smiling waiter.
"Well sir what are you in
The mood for?"
You shrug,
"I don't know."
"Well..."
He starts,

"Some words are deliciously
Smooth,
Like:
Circumstance,
Circumference,
Slither,
Sleek,
Sweet,
And
Finesse.

Some words crackle,
Such as:
Tickle,
Freckles,
Speckled,
Wrinkle,
Crinkle,
Torch,
Crunch,
­Cacophony,
And cricket.

Some words,
Are bubbly:
Poppycock,
Preposterous,
Exaggerate,
Flammable
Graffiti,
­Whisky,
Blasphemy,
Dubious.

Some words,
Are addicting:
Missing,
Lost,
Pain,
Me,
Mine,
Hurt,
Cut,
Burn,
Die,
D­eath,
Hard,
Hate,
Can't,
Fate,
Heart,
Broken,
Stay,
Love.

What words
Would you like to eat?"
The air I'm exhaling is cold
chilled toes and the tip of my nose
bug hypnotist
resting my mind
days at a time
pen tops that whistle
and glide on the page

gold to grey
randomness and goop put into one, is this even a poem..you decide
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