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vohnul buchet May 19
as far as I am aware
you are not wonderful
of course you can have
other positions
you may be good
from another point of view

but from mine
I see just a girl
without eyes, without ears
without a face, without a head
as they are
too clear

there is just this behavior
too superficial
to know something deeper
to try to know something deeper
to want to try to know
something deeper

but still, something about you
there is
that is why
is this poem done

however, if you are able
there is a chance to see
how bad this poem really is
written in one minute
like you
history will swallow it
as nothing
as a useless, silly
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
Serendipity Mar 24
Sometimes I feel as though
writing poetry
is like throwing scraps at the dogs.
Have I satisfied my mind's hunger to write?
Not until
I can say
that I've written
with pride.
For the only way to be full
is to be brave enough
to swallow
my own
Najla Mar 24
I'm the warm cup of coffee
he drinks every morning,
but today he's forgotten me

I've been waiting for his
mouth to swallow me all day,
and I'm losing my warmth with
each time he forgets to drink me

After months,
his tongue longed for my sweet taste,
but now I'm cold, bitter, and sour
I’m angry and hurt.
Hollow Steve Nov 2019
Places left forgotten
And memories still swaying
There's no place left to say
How it could've been this way.

Places left intact
To say how I should react
It dismembers itself
And displaces the rest

An empty swallow
A withering remembrance
A place left to show
Where nothing else will grow

If I call upon myself
What do I let summon?
Nothing but the pain it brings
Nothing but the place that sings
Alec Llaneta Nov 2019
The Prince, my Prince

Everyday you sought out an Atlas
And everyday he carried the eternal’s weight
If you call listening, carrying

1 of 12, 12 labours
Head to the ground, body stripped in apology
So that others may look to the stars

A debt owed, now a debt paid
A happy debt  

The Greek remembers with stories
The Roman remembers with dates
People dismiss him with smile and thanks
I don’t, I remember

Your heart, in stone, cracked
A kiss lasting a lifetime, a kiss for two

The Prince, my Prince

The Swallow, my Swallow

‘Will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger?’
‘Will you not stay with me one night longer?’
‘Will you not stay with me one night longer?’

‘Do as I command you’

And so everyday he took the place of Prometheus
Giving fire to humans
As giving light to those lost in this dark, dark world

Eurydice, Eurydice, my dear Eurydice, you went too soon
I sing this song, in hopes that the Gods look favorably on me  
Wish granted, time short, rain is all I see  

Time for a kiss, not kisses
Sweet, short, sorrowful

The Swallow, my Swallow
A Simillacrum Sep 2019
I clean toilets
with no gloves on
my two tone hands.

I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:

"So I wouldn't be alone."

I clean floors and
change a commode.
**** fills my nose.

I offer time
in an exchange
for my wage.

"I'm a ***** and
      I was born for this

I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:

"I really wanted a kid."

Free agent, here.
I'm a bang for your buck.
Want a bargain?
Then you're in luck.

I can change a bed.
(Please take me in.)
I can tend a heart.
(It's what I was taught.)

I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
tastes nice:
with tiny nourishing pips
which squish on my tongue
as I swallow.
Ashley Kaye Aug 2019
“Write a short poem.”
there’s too much to say,
or been said
yet to be

So swallow the penny
no one keeps them nowadays
August 22, 2019
Left Foot Poet Jul 2019


each groan
each longing
each nightmare

the semantic fluid
my teeth, my face,
no erasure endures,
tracks of my tears,
skin etched everlasting,
beyond camouflaging.

the weights owned,
that the scale
does not register,
stones of stones,
add to a total
that has no
agreeable total
but is a totalitarian oppression
of all day tongue depressions

oh god,
mercy from the weights
I have impressioned and digested
of own free will,
to misbalance my posture,
crook’d, my soul ever reciped,

stains collected,
each stain
see my markings internal,
you have never seen
until you have seen me
Connor Mar 2019
I feel like life is just a pill I can't seem to swallow,
Swimming in my mouth, bitter, disgusting, I wallow
My first attempt at a couplet.
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