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 Oct 2020 Lynette
Andrew W
One letter can make you remember everything
And lead you to regret
Ever wanting the acknowledgment
Of what you never did fret

Take me back to when it didn’t matter
When I was an adventurous explorer
In a jungle wide
When I was younger
and never knew what next
When life went my way

Take me back to my bewilderment
Before my life went astray
Take me back to my ambitions
When life was as a mission to be played
Like soaring through the midnight sky
And blowing stars out like candles
When I could look at life
And say that it was easy
It was easier not for me to see.
It was when the joy of a single day
Could fill a lifetime of todays

But it seems as we get older,
The envelope gets stamped,
The shuttle falls out of orbit,
The nighttime fades to day,
And before you were ready to send the letter,
It evaporates into thin air
And the chance you had not taken
turns to sail away.

Andrew W.
1-28-20
All Poems are in chronological order from earliest to latest. For reference, my birth date is 3/24/05.
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 Oct 2020 Lynette
the black rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
 Oct 2020 Lynette
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Betty H
Alone, in springtime, I cultivate my garden
***** my finger on a pink rose stem
a slight smudge of bright red blood
trickles to my palm
a blemish, no distress
resembles a red tattoo

I recall as a wee child
I would shriek at the glimpse of blood
time being I kiss the rose
grateful for its sugary fragrance
which edifies my spirit
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Megan H
Poetess
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Ryley Wren
I miss you.
You know that, right?

I miss the way
that you smiled
when the sky
was on fire
and warmed
your hands
in the blaze

I miss the way
that you danced
when the stars
were in bits
and pulled me
headfirst
through the haze

I miss the way
that you loved me
and filled me
with peace
when the world
was drowning
in pain

I miss the way
that you held me
so tight in your arms
to keep my pieces
from floating
away

When the darkness
was screaming
to take me away
you whispered
to me
as I cried

And even
when shadows
came creeping along
we were safe
when we were
inside

I miss the way
that you loved me
with all of
your soul
and held me close
in the night

for even when
my pain was sky high
you held me
and made it
alright

When my heart
was on fire
and everything burned
You danced
with me
through the pain

because even when
the sky tears apart
I know
I will see you
again
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Isabella
I Learned
 Oct 2020 Lynette
Isabella
Today I learned
The sky isn't blue
It's red, yellow, orange
Green and purple too
It's just that we are
Too blind to recognize
The kaleidoscope of colors
Right before our eyes
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