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SeeBee Sep 2018
My heart is just a body part
That pumps my blood around
So how come when I see you
It starts to pound and pound?

The sound of love is deafening
It booms and bumps about
A smile becomes a crazy grin
All logic just flies out

You eyes fix on mine
Your hand strokes me calm
Your laughter lifts my spirits
And soothes me like a balm

And when you read out poems
With glee and childish pleasure
The love that drives my blood around
Is impossible to measure

Just kiss me
Please
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perfectly poised, i paint poignant statures
alive yet devoid, an entrancing actor
diamonds and daggers i dazzled through
a circus girl's cunning, but a heart beats true

pirouette, ball change, waltz and twirl
singsong silly circus girl
my heart is heavy but i cannot weep
my eyes are closed but i never sleep.
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Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018
She told me goodnight, and I wished her sweet dreams
But I'm not going to sleep for some time
I will stay up with the addict I locked in a cage
And as I do, I promise you I'll keep safe as his words unwind
To benefit the world in some way, through pen and page
I was texting a friend of mine, and we told each other goodnight. ...But it's another one of those times where I'm drinking coffee at 11 pm right now, so I'm probably going to stay up all night. It's really fun, drinking coffee at night and writing or painting or drawing or even just jamming out to music! Anyways, just thought this would be a neat, silly poem you may enjoy ;)
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
I write these words
Whilst sitting on the can
Can you fold paper?
The paper man can!

He is sitting right next to me
Stuck to the wall
He's rolled up quite neatly
In a cylindrical ball

I'll pull a few sheets
Cause I'll need them for wiping
I'll do it right after
I finally  stop typing

I'll wipe once or twice
And turn around a check
I think I'll wipe thrice
To be sure, what the heck?

I'll flush it all down
In a brown yellow swirl
I'll wave to it goodbye
Then curtsey like a girl

Wash my hands, wash my face
I'll grab for Fabreeze
I'll spray it like mace
Smells like sweet island breeze

I feel so relieved
As I head for the door
That my ****** excretions
Are in me no more!
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
Silver backed monkeys talk on the line
never do they squat on the heros of time
meet my best friend who is thoughtful and kind
benevolent son of a seventh son of mine
unnamed Aug 2018
Well I wrote a silly book
And filled it with solemn words.
And put the cantos in.
But wrote them in reverse.
There was a haiku,
I put on some page.
But instead of seven syllables.
I thought it was the seventh page.
Picture poetry is fun
But I couldn't paint, only write.
I put a poem in,
But it's hard to understand,
Cause when I thought I wrote it,
I wrote on my hand.
Its a goofy book of things,
That you never knew could be.
Why don't you come and see
This goofy book of things,
That You never thought should be.
This is kind of what I would think shel sliverstein writes like.
Anya Aug 2018
Yummy yummy
In my tummy
Till I’m full
And then it’s crummy
Danielle Aug 2018
Flip on the music
Flip on the water
(Try not to burn myself)
Grab the implement,
(A sponge with soap)
Let the mind ponder,
Cups first? Or perhaps
The plates.
How shall everything
Fit together within
The drying rack?
Got challenged to write about something mundane and since I don't hate dishes 100% this is the result.
amber Aug 2018
how can I know,
that we will never be,
but still harbor hope,
in my heart?

the strength of this desire,
is unparalleled,
and emotionally exhausting.
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