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Mariyam Ridha Dec 2020
My heart is beating rhythmically
 In resonance to the beat of 'End Of Time’.
My soul is breathing in tranquility,
In response to the gleaming full moon.
My body is surviving poetically
In reply to the poetries I write.
‘End Of Time’ is my most favourite song which is By Alan Walk
Marri Feb 2020
I’m not supposed to speak to you.
It’s this unspoken law.
This girl code,
This human silence.

I let my poetry speak.
Let my words sing to you.
Let my stanzas sway you.

I miss you.
[Let me say that more poetically.]

My soul is longing for yours.
My heart is crying for you,
And the tears are the bloodiest of red.

I miss you.

This isn't anything new,
But I can’t tell you that,
You know I can’t.
It would go against everything that society programmed into me.
It would go against our very religion.
[and you know good and well that we aren’t the type to sin.]

I’ll let my poetry speak.

I’ll never know if you’ll get this,
I’ll never know if you’ll read this,
But there’s the chance that excites me.
The hope,
The glimmer, and shine of aspiration.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

I’ll leave this here.
I’ll cast this poem into the world.
I’ll let it touch a million hands,
I’ll let it feel a million tears,
I’ll let the millions of people think that this is for them,
But maybe, just maybe,
We’ll know it’s only for us.

The words are only for us:
I miss you.

Poetically, I miss you.
What other way could I tell you?
What other way could I reach you?
I’m not sure, So till then,
I’ll write.
YieShawn Scutt Mar 2016
Love me poetically or put this relationship to sleep
I feel like you threw our hearts down 10 thousand feet
And I dived in thinking I can fly
While you sit at home counting sheep
Can you tell me why
See to you
it isn't that deep
u picked the wrong one
If you wanted something easy then you should have went cheap
Vittorio Grieco Jul 2015
ABC Poetically Foolish
A young poet, I am
Bilingual in rhythm and rhyme
Cast out of English seas
Doubt in my words

Evidently misunderstood
F#ck my ABC's, 123s

Gratefully humbled by critics

Heartbreak by lovers
I wish peace upon others

Joy to the world
King of all kings

Love eternally bound
May the alphabet
Never end

Oh, how I sound like tweets
Posting my twits

Questioning society's wits
Raising my fist

Strengthening my grip
Teaching the youth

Understanding my faith
V per Vittorio

Why do I question everything
Xavier resurrected

You represent me, &
Zither is my voice.

— The End —