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 23h rick
Satya
Sitting near the river
Realise the truth of life
Truth which could be beautiful
If perspective changed .
Speaks that,
Life is full made up of ups and downs
Sometimes it get high sometimes way much down
let people to think about it..
Slowly improving poetry..
 23h rick
Will
the skimpy queens
drip their glory
beneath the neon-winged
albatross
in purple waves;

they straighten their
fractured hair in
fragrant puddles

as the rotten meat
of traffic kills
the stars
Be it:
  Good, Bad,
    Happy, Sad,
      Great, Mad.
From beginning
   to end.
We must fend,
    with the time,
        We're born in.
 23h rick
Bekah Halle
I live,
in the country
with dams salivating for rain,
Their mouths agape and the wind sweeps them dry.
The scene is like the Saharah Plains
But peppered with ‘Stralia green gums;
A wellspring on how to survive,
wild-eyed.
"Stralia" is a colloquial, endearing abbreviation for "Australia" used in Australian slang.
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Mya
I want to call you
While you're sleeping
And fill your voicemail
With love notes
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Carla Marie
Us... With The Rest Of The Unfinished Poems
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a secret box on a high shelf in the locked closet of my mind
is where I keep my dreams
of me and you...
me
comfy living in your
too big shirt
you
bare chested and
doing what you do...

smiling softly in my direction
simmering gazes and
kisses in passing
while...  at our table
in our special place...
I quietly watch quiet you
and
write poems...

simple and hazy and softly lit dreams
of things that we will never do...
For me only...
in the treasured place of
my unfinished poems
and my
rhymes that don't rhyme
is where I keep
my dreams of
me and you
we will love each other... and be happy in that.
 23h rick
Percival
They built their mold
around their cages of lies,
yet I am never to grow old,
ripping as lightning in these ******* skies.

They fear the light,
so they hide the flame,
but I’ll burn their walls,
afraid they take my name.

I will not run,
I will not cry,
their hands crush me—
but I refuse to glance a single eye.

So let them be told
to end my time—
I’ll burn their mold,
I’ll continue to rhyme.
I write like **** when it's 2am but it's the only time I have ideas so here we are, a poem I didn't know what to name, and a mental breakdown becayse I wouldn't think of a word to rhyme with mold!
 23h rick
Albamaine
Accept it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

Let go of it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

It's either i get tired of feeling it
Or i'm just tired of chasing it
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Ami Mathur
You can't stop the burning imagination
Let your spirits explore the moves and the sensations.
Find your true soul by grooving on this sacrament
Build the bridge towards this angelic temperament.
You will find a way to reach your golden dream.

Hope these harmonic beats find you.
May this storm find stillness
Away from this mayhem
Up and above this abyss
Beyond the limit and all the bias.
May the peace find you.

I won even by losing the battle.
Wrestling with my own spirit.
Still I wish it to be.
That in some other world —
In some other multiverse —
I will say, I finally find you.
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