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Brandon Conway Jun 2018
When can you call yourself a poet?
When you write down a word?
When do you let yourself know it?
When you are finaly heard?

When can you call yourself a poet?
When you get a like or a love?
When do you show it?
When your confident, sort of?

When can you call yourself a poet?
When you get a sunshine?
When do you let other people know it?
When you reach a headline?

When do you call yourself a poet?
When you are published?
When do you flaunt it?
When you are considered established?

No.

You know when to call yourself a poet.

When your hands are always moving
When your writing about even the kitchen sink
When your mind is always turning
When the white becomes stained with ink.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I sail

my mind's

tide of

many questions

And only

under the

Eye will

I find

the answers
Ever have that moment when you stop and just question everything?
To the point that you get a headache because your questions breeds MORE questions?
Yeah, I'm having more and more of those days, it seems.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
L Jun 2018
It starts like this:
"Where is my beginning?"
"Is there an end?"
"Where did the maddness
        come from?"
Does the ghost wail for
  itself?
or for
  others?
Who do you wail for.
There are no answers.
Only questions.
What is your answer?
Now tell me your question.
The end is always nigh.
Especially if you are
        planning for it.
Yes. I spelled madness wrong. Its an artistic decision.
Josh Jun 2018
What am I to you?

A friend
A mystery
A gargoyle
History

What are you to me?

A blackbird passing
An indulgent feast
after fasting.
A morsel at least
of something new,
Something good.
Of the many you're the few.
What's for pudding?
something about something or nothing
Mel Jun 2018
What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?

I
can't
     look
           into
                 your
                         eyes
                              when
                                     bearing
                                                my
                                                    soul
                                                           to
                                                              you
I CAN'T LOOK OUT YOU
I CAN'T SEE YOUR REACTION
I AM AFRAID
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR REACTION
                                                                      TO
                                                                 MY
                                                            TRUE
                                                     COLORS
please
I
just
want
you
to still love me
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
why is it that I feel I know you,
even though you’re thousands of miles away?
it’s a thought that troubles me daily,
as if at some point and time we were one.
whenever I think about you,
I can’t...

it all feels too overwhelming,
too real, too personal.
like, when my mind wanders to you,
you know.
but how is this possible?

I see you in my dreams, I felt your warmth here.
and when I awoke my bed was cold,
it was cold and I was alone.
when I look at you I see a reflection of something familiar.
something I can’t put a finger to.
you feel so close to me and you shouldn’t.
you shouldn’t because I don’t know you.

I don’t know you.
déjà vu almost
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2018
What's greater than spoken words,
Yet poets flip them seamlessly?
What's Sharper than a Samurai's swords,
Yet great warriors used them bravely?
What's better than a woman's tender body,
Yet some men abuse them repeatedly?
What's purest than the tears she sheds
Yet it flows when she sobs quietly?

What's better than a mother's love
Yet she gives it so unconditionally?
What's more precious than a human life,
Yet many men live ever so carelessly?
What's more disappointing than Donald Trump,
Yet some Americans love him dearly?
Who came up with the idea of slavery,
Yet the world refuses to apologize openly?
Who invented the deadly assault rifles,
That people ****** innocent kids with remorselessly?

Who actually built the pyramids
That to this day, stands rigidly?
What's the function of the U.N,
Why are nations warring perpetually?
Why is it so impossible for mankind
To have peace, live and love harmoniously?
Where's justice for my queen mother
And the innocent people killed senselessly?
Why don't we appreciate the creation of this beautiful earth,
Why do we continue to destroy and mismanage it simultaneously?

Who came up with the concept of religion,
How did God Almighty become
A part of the prosperity Gospel industry?
Why do Rastafarians
Call him Jah,
Who are the true Christians,
Why do Muslims call him Allah?
Who named the Lord Jesus,
And why do priests proclaim
Peace unto us?
Who are Hindus,
What is the story about krishna?
Why do others worship
Budha?
Why do witch doctors
call him Babba,
Why do others believe
In no God,
But pray to the universe?
Why don"t they honor his word,
Yet from the bible quote a verse,
And when things falls apart,
They cry in his name?
What really is that?
Oh what a contradiction
And a big shame!


IvanBrooksPoetry©
7/6/2018
What question do you wish to ask?
Nicole Jun 2018
I'm looking for answers
Within the passing clouds
Or the vibrating sounds
Desperately seeking advice
Give me something
Anything
"If you already made your decision
Then why wait?"
I told you it's because I love her
That I believe she could hear me this time
That we could grow again
That things could go back to the way they were
Now I'm not so sure
stopdoopy Jun 2018
Do you ever wonder if they care as much as they say they do?

Why can't they answer your message?

Why do they only give a few brief words?

Why does it feel like you're the only one trying?

If you have theses or similar questions
then it might be time to cut yourself free and wait.

Wait until they ask you how you are.

Wait until they answer your message.

Wait until they try to put some effort in.

If it never comes, then they don't.
don't just wallow in your sadness either though
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