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zxn 15h
I wrote this poem for you but you’ll never know it
My love runs true but I never show it
I sealed it in a bottle in hopes that it would find its way to you
Wishing that you’ll be able to read the love between the lines and through
I drowned trying to swim across the ocean that was you
thesa 1d
i never learnt how to swim
yet here i am
with my head under water
and my clothes soaking wet

that the sea is more honest
with those who are willing to drown
Poetic T Sep 28
I'll never **** with her,
           she's more lethal..
   than a James bond villain…

Her legs have more power
  than a Fukushima releasing
             her poison between
     my hips.

I'm a rod and she's
the water containing my

but she evaporated,
             never watching...


that what I release is like a virus.

           Contaminating the womb
of creative contagion...

You'll float in the abortion of my
         chock hold of words...

You'll never be born, still born words,
                     I'll burn you in a shallow grave.
And you'll realise that I'm never  to be ****** with.

My words were like a machete of gunfire cutting
            you up before you even knew pain.

I'm a nationwide hunt, and you'll be buried
                                                       in my words,
shallow rhymes, given a urinated burial...
                           I'm relieved your here and not in my view.
ah Mimi
a Maio
'n' thier
Mazatlán post
card but
a Zapatista
de Chippas
si hombre
a pilgrim
this river
has crossed
in the
arms of
Creole but
women in
Porte Inglés
still swim
Horace Silver -Cape Verdin Blues
Nylee Sep 17
When I was young
I always thought I'll fly
Fly away from this land
to the sun.

As I grew taller
I realised there is more sea
it is too deep
for me to see.

Still on my foot
not going higher or far
Sitting in the comfort
I keep an eye on the shore.

The waves are taking away
all things I want to achieve
Because I haven't learned yet
how to swim.
BeLoved Sep 16
This **** hurts
I can't feel a thing from my chest down
Please don't send for help
Please don't object
Just let me fall
Let the dark side of the night latch onto my body
Give it room to cover me give it space to surround
For I will either grow accustomed to these
dark currents
Or as the pressure increases in my lungs
I promise I will remember all the nice things for me you have done
All the laughter we shared when we were Young
And how I couldn't tell the difference between your love and the sun
Poetic T Sep 8
My depression

       Only flows with tears

Of regretful consequence.

Do you know what warm tears
                Taste like.

The sorrows of what lays still.

    Im sorry, but I couldn't let  

              Another drown with

My irreversible mistake.  

Swim far, so I didnt sink,

          I want to swim,

With you all, family are together.
Chris Neilson Aug 26
Some pronounce them pomes
more usually heard as poe-ims
in our work we must trust
whether it sinks or swims
We make the world go around
Bhill Aug 1
As we go on our journey
We      Crawl
Through what we call life
There are things we must do
There are things we must avoid
There are things we must finish
When we arrive here we have no clue
As we get there we will learn
We will
               Make Mistakes
                Fall in love
                 Get a job
                  Lose a job
                   Find a mate
                    Learn what it takes
                     Get older
And then it's over....
Have some fun while doing all of this

Brian Hill - 2019 # 192
Are you having fun yet?
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