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My Dear Poet Jun 14
We fit perfectly outside the puzzle
Snipes Dec 2021
Give it your all
Give it your all
Give it your all
Give it your all
Give it your all

I fell
I rose
I fell
I rose

I’m not going to stop
I don’t mean to lose focus
But my eyes sought off

Pieces patchwork the puzzle
Jean jacket stapled den Im-pressed  
Magicians coat so called miracles code

Find meaning in your sentences
My eyes are locked on
I’ll find me in my own sentences
I’m locked here, for life's on
Might as well stare my own lights stance

Mortal searching for no mortality
Life looking for life with a smile totality

Does the sky fall
Does the rain dry
Does the heat cool
Does the wind talk
Does the sound walk
Does our life end
Do our dead live

I gave it my all
I was emptied out
I sailed
I sunk
I died
I drank
I fell off
I recovered
Just too go back to it all
I gave it my all
This world is beyond
A broken heart
An empty soul
A wasted body
So I’ll send it off
regina Nov 2021
Tonight I came to a realization.
That each one of us is broken.
And to portray:
Possibly our life is like an incomplete puzzle.

If we are fortunate, we might find our missing pieces and make us whole.

Till we discover our missing pieces,
We will try to fill the void.
Searching for something that will make us feel less lonely.

Aren't we all lonely?
heh my boyfriend is kinda sad tonight. it inspires me to write
ScaryGary Oct 2021
It's apples and oranges. They are both fruit, and variety is the salt of the earth. We love dividing people like fruit though. We are rotten. At least fruit ferments. We decay

You are the apple of my eye. I will watch you rot, then i will throw the core away. What do I need seeds for? A bad apple in my eye now. *******

Orange you gonna hit like? I accept good apples too.
Tell me more about what a poet should not be...that's all i want to be
Wilfred Oct 2021
said the jester with skin coated in yellow

he forgot to bow
to ghastly twist his body
for head to kiss to toe

the king began to snarl
the jester began to tremble
the guards gazed at the  gallow tree
I have no name for this poem, just the sudden rush to write maybe l would rewrite it in some future
Snipes Sep 2021
~ Some people are scared to show their heart
I was to shy too speak my mind  ~
So I’ll give you some time
The puzzle of my mind
The pieces of peace
The picture you seek
As framed in unfinished architecture
Off bad lighting
A glass house
A stone thrown
A glass lens
With fogged up f/2 aperture
Off good positioning
The devolvement
Of my soul building
A dark room
With a beautiful film
Being golden
Ah but **** all that
That Snapchat
While I snapshot
Your main thought
You’ve lost
Me distraught
This drought
Is at fault
I can see
Why your water runs with salt
You’re *** got caught
Now your *** is my last thought
I’m outside
I’m not giving a ****
I’m what you sought
Sore eyes
Lore ties
Nots hide
But I am
Left To Rot May 2021
I've been leaving pieces of me
scattered all around my world,
it's a mess I don't think I can clean.
I wonder if someday someone will be able to solve the puzzle
and meet all of me.
Zaraeea Mar 2021
Go in Circles until you can’t anymore then go Straight
You head left Seven times then right Eight
If you see a Gate go back you have gone North for too long
Drive until you run out of gas and then walk until you Drop
When you wake there will be a Star 30’ to the West follow that until even your bones ache
You will at last hit a River with Six Six Masted Boats with Six Crew Men each
Take the Third one and give the Master all that you have
They will then take you into a Fog so deep you do not even know if you are above Water or not
Jump from the Boat when you can Swim in the Air
Swim until you are not sure that it is an Island or a Monster you are going towards
On the shore, there is a Hut and a Path
Take the Path
Leave as much Distance between you and the Hut as possible
Walk for 12 minutes exactly or you will lose your way
Close your eyes and turn until you hear Music then go towards it
You will then walk into a Clearing with a Group of People in it
A Man Playing the Fiddle
A Boy Playing the Drum
A Woman Playing the Flute
A Girl Playing the Tamborine
When the Last One turns to you ask if you may Join
If you have followed my Instructions exactly They will Yes
And when you do Join them in the Clearing something inside you will Settle
And you Will be Free at Last
Capitalization is there for a reason.
Good Luck.
Payton Feb 2021
The way a child trusts so blindly, I will close my eyes and fall into your every word.
The sugary-sweet  scratch of every consonant and the friction of each vowel.
I will trust you with no hesitation.
If I fall, I know  that you will catch me.

The way a child clings to it's favorite blanket or stuffed toy,
I will hold onto you and never let go of the feeling you put in my heart.

The way a child finds no sorrow in it's days, I will too, look at the world in a sunlight so bright, there is no room for darkness.
When I am with you, I can know no sadness.

The way a child sleeps with a guardian teddy bear at it's side, to fight off every night terror, I will rest easy knowing you are beside me.
Your body pressed against mine, like perfect puzzle pieces.

The way a child day-dreams of anatomically incorrect hearts, and
cheek-kisses, I will dream of you and all of the butterflies you give me.

And the way a child believes from the bottom of their heart, that everything will be okay, I will give you my heart, and believe that you will not break it.
This poem was written in 2016.
JJ Inda Feb 2021
She never understands poetry,
with all it's metaphors
and symbology;
no, she is more concrete.

She is not a fan of Shakespeare,
prefers Jane Austen;
clear words,
structure plot.

She does enjoy a drink
and lazy afternoons,
the ocean, the beach.
Most of all she fits.
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