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Phi Kenzie Aug 2018
I see you see me
but see, you see me as 'them'
I see, you see them
listen here to me.
ignore what everyone else is saying if they're trying to tear you down.
don't let that happen.

you are smart
you are beautiful
you are kind
you are seen
you are loved
you're better than you think you are.
jer Jul 2018
This is a man
no other has yet seen.
I want to keep him forever
but he’s not mine to keep.

His face is new and young;
what an angel I have found.
This man is with no sin.
His feet have never touched the ground.

I won’t let him go
now that he’s seen me with those eyes
and now when I look deeper,
I can see that they are mine.

His cries are sweet and soft
like his heartbeats in his rest.
I feel his gentle skin stroke my own
as I hold him against my breast.

I love him with all my body;
my heart and chest, they ache.
He gives me warmth and heat
that I refuse to let them take.

This is a human,
a human I have sold.
He should be mine forever,
but now I’m freezing cold.
I hope you can tell what this is about with me explaining but some people say I write obscurely. Also, I’m trying this new thing in poetry: punctuation! I’ve never liked using it before in poetry but now I’m kind of liking it.
gabriela Dec 2013
and at that moment I gazed up; all I saw
was darkness and emptiness and a non-dimensional horizon.
it was an empty canvas with the exception
of entirely black.
but all of a sudden, little specks appeared,
almost like the moon's reflection on dark, salty water.
rippling waves on the black fickle surface like
the twinkling stars that night.
my ignorant eyes looking at the
faint light reflected on your face.
and that was the sky
I never saw again.
Mazen Edlibi Apr 2018
I hold the pen and close my eyes, makes my heart open his book in pain!
Listen to that melody calling for that melody, makes all lines shake in fear!
Space and every element surrounding that space lead to hold my trembled heart to fade in illusion!
Questioning my reasons....
Questioning the versions of me I became through my journey!
Questioning the purpose I have every now and then!
Questioning should I go further than this place I reached!
The sun hiding behind those shy clouds trying to keep the light of the new road from being seen!
What is behind that Road!...
Irene J Feb 2018
Love is like the wind,
you can feel it,
but you can't see it.

Love is wide as the ocean, too wide until
we are lost in the middle of the sea udders.

Love is like a season,
it comes and go,
and change circumstances.

and I ask myself,
Why is love created?
if only to feel and cannot be seen,
if it leaves us in the middle of somewhere,
and if it only to come and go and never stay?
This is my first poem and why I decided to keep writing poetry.
Druzzayne Rika Jan 2018
This place knows me
even better than I know who is me,
From my best moments
to the one that had gone far worse
It has seen it all
I never needed to tell

While I care about it
this place brings along its chill
All windows open
crowded ever by everyone
the feeling all spills
all are so free here to the feels.

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