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  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Devin Johns
Bad apple,
come spoil my bunch.
I've got a hunch
that you're a little sweet
and sour.
Cold's the wind,
and late's the hour.
Let's soften together.
Thanks to S for challenging me to write a poem so titled, after reading "Good Apple."
  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Devin Johns
Praise be punctuation
At the end of sentences
At least you could do
Something
To give us a break
Would be so kind
If you wouldn’t mind
Split up a series
To parse makes us weary
Appositives pop
Exclamations fly
In the face of
The moon
There’s one good eye
Lash
Us with parentheses
Make a bludgeon
Of the question
Of intended meaning
Must we wonder
How rhythm suffers

Praise be, punctuation!
At the end of sentences,
At least, you could do
Something.
To give us a break,
Would be so kind.
If you wouldn’t mind,
Split up a series.
To parse, makes us weary.
Appositives pop.
Exclamations fly!
In the face of
The moon,
There’s one good eye.
Lash
Us with parentheses!
Make a bludgeon
Of the question.
Of intended meaning,
Must we wonder?
How rhythm suffers!
Can I get an amen?
  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Bree17
don't hold yourself that way
to keep this pain at bay
for as they always say
"its okay to not be okay"
just remember to hide it away
and make pretend, you'll play
then paint away the gray
hide in a hidden ashtray
just to make it through today
so remember, its okay to not be okay
that's what they always say
so long as it's not actually that way
people always say "its okay to not be okay"
but then people are genuinely not okay and suddenly there's just no support
like what?
  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Bree17
I read a book
filled to the brim
with love between lovers
about how she saw him

he held her hand
and rubbed her back
then kissed her forehead
so gently
so sweetly

and i realized
no one will do that with me
willingly

i have too much acne
lol i was reading and this thought popped into my head
  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Bree17
Laughter licked the dying breeze
Loving dropped like falling leaves
Birds fly high as rivers freeze
Stealing warmth like lowly thieves
Better days the sun would shine
Mornings flared while wind bells chimed
Back when you were truly mine
Where our love was never timed
Living was our spineless plan
We’d sit together, hand in hand
Back before the end began
Delicately writing love letters in the sand
Wrote this based off the prompt:
"Write a poem including the words love letters in the sand"
  Jan 8 thyreez-thy
Syd
As youth is wasted
on the young..

Reminiscence
is wasted on the middle aged..

Regret is testiment to
a misspent youth..

Regret is also testiment
to an unfulfilled life..

If every mistake of yesteryear
was etched in flesh
with ink..

I'd have a full body suit

A one that I'd wear proud
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