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 Jun 2020 Alphy
Meera
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
 Jun 2020 Alphy
Ayesha Naeema
I can't act like I'm strong anymore,
I can't act like I'm happy anymore.
I cry to sleep almost every night.
My heart feels heavy,
Not only at 2 in the morning.
But also at 2 in the afternoon,
When I'm surrounded by people.
Laughing and giggling and,
Happy.
Now,
I can feel my life tearing apart.
I'm right there,
Sitting next to you
Laughing,
Laughing like I'm the happiest person alive.
But can you see
That I'm actually falling?
Can you see that I'm falling down?
Deeper and deeper,
As the darkness surround me.
Can someone hold on to me?
Can someone
.
.
Help me?
.
.
Please!
.
.

Anyone?
 May 2020 Alphy
Keerthi Kishor
Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.
Only a poet will understand.
 May 2020 Alphy
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 May 2020 Alphy
John MacAyeal
On the skywalk

I saw
Two men greet
Each other with smiles
On the crosswalk

I saw
A young man and young woman
Holding hands
On the sidewalk

I saw
An old man
Cradling a baby girl
On the boardwalk

I broke
From my pause
On the skywalk
 May 2020 Alphy
Em
Smoker
 May 2020 Alphy
Em
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
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