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Mya May 2019
Like an unfinished puzzle
You will continue to find the missing pieces all over the place

And even if there is just one piece of the puzzle missing it may show up one day

Or you will have to go out and find it yourself
Yeah I just thought of this while doing a puzzle and listening to music.
vern Apr 2019
in my pocket you will find
a receipt, some gum
scraps of paper, some change
a wrapper or two
there is a dollar as well,
and finally a book
of unfinished poems.
open the book you will find
words that were written
but soon to be forgotten
by the author who misplaces her mind
she wants to accomplish
even a drabble or two but
sadly she will never finish
for she'll forget that too
along with her ambition
perhaps works are meant to be unfinished
I always try to write. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at finishing what I start. I'm trying to get better and finishing my works. This poem is basically about that. This is for the forgetful people who want to accomplish a lot but either forget to complete their works or lose the will to do so. This is basically my first poem on this website, I hope you like it.
starlaxs Apr 2019
ya no se que pensar de vos
ya no se si vengo si me quedo o si voy
ya no se que pensar de mi
ya no se si vos te fuiste o me fui

no me contestas los mensajes
antes de que yo los lea, borras los tuits
no me decis que te pasa
ya no miras las fotos que subi

¿me estas ignorando?
pero si me mandaste un te quiero
cuando estaba durmiendo
¿te arrepentis de mandarlo?

¿te arrepentis de sentirlo?
¿lo sentis de verdad?
¿o lo dijiste porque sabes
que me cuesta soltar?

tengo que pensar
en todo lo que somos
en el cuando, en el como
en todos esos quizas
Jennifer West Mar 2019
Send me to sleep please
I can't bear this constant grief
Send me to the world
Of a dreamless dream
Where nothing is real
And I'm floating on nothing

Do not let me go through
Another waking day
Because I can't bear this
I can't bear the constant pain

Can I live in my memories
Where your smile will stay with me
And I'll never have to face another day
Alone
Stephen Starr Mar 2019
Sometimes I must do nothing.
Not wash the sheets,
not vacuum, just
stare into the generosity
of the Red Oak,
whose loving indifference
is achingly intimate.
Her branches gnarled,
hidden by green plumes
desiring sun, wanting time
to let be.
What does she see of me
thumbing a poem
on a glass box to join
the unfinished poems
I leave in my wake?
The tree smiles,
today we are one,
I in my green,
you with a period
at the end of your poem.
for Al Estock
Hannie Feb 2019
I'd like to write about this good news,
This good news that arrived unexpectedly.
It wanted me to embrace it fully however weird and awkward it was.
It wanted to stay and be with me even if it was unconventional.

But the good news is not for me.
For the good news was young and was not ready for the real world.
I can't seem to wrap my head on the idea of having you. You who seem like a bad a idea but makes me feel so good everytime.
Makayla Jane Feb 2019
He smelled of a bonfire;
Burnt wood and charcoal ashes
With a hint of a dewy forest musk

Why must it be him?
Where have you gone?
Feel free to share revision ideas :)
Astral Jan 2019
One day you make me laugh and smile,
You make my face flush,
And my heart rush.

Some days I just don't feel it,
And there isn't a spark there too,
Sometimes I just can't talk to you.

I wish my heart could make a choice,
That it knew what to say,
Or what to do at the end of the day.

And I just feel lost,
Like my feelings are unfinished,
Like I'm missing something,

But I don't think that something is you...
I guess I'll have to wait and find out.
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