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 Apr 1 Greta
Still Smiling
It's been a while since I heard from you,
Not a single message, nor a call came through.
Still, I keep my phone close to me,
Waiting for a notification—that pops your name on it.

"You must be busy," that's what my heart whispers,
And so, I'll wait till it beats no longer.
Just don't tell me your promise was a lie,
Or else, a part of me would die.
Few promises keeps the relation alive even if it feels like it has died.
 Apr 1 Greta
Joss Lennox
April unveils proof,
within the course of fate,
during the days of downpour & rain,
frightening showers forge new ways,
for vibrant May flowers
to bloom in place.
I wrote this to help calm my nerves regarding sharing my poetry. I'm my own worst critic and want everything I do to be perfect and that just isn't possible. It was me, getting the confidence to just do it, regardless of what anyone thinks or says. It was me finding the courage to believe in myself, because of my own insecurities. I thought the title was catchy, aside from the typical "April fools"
 Apr 1 Greta
Lenora Mira
Like the ticking of a time bomb
Waiting for the payoff
The gift, or the stone
Gold or indigo
Weighing the scales
In your head, in your heart
The decision is already made.
Risking hope, waiting days
In time, your debts will be paid.
 Apr 1 Greta
Ivan
the mask
 Apr 1 Greta
Ivan
what if you knew
not only the poet
but also the monster?

would you like me enough
to keep reading?
 Apr 1 Greta
witch
yasnora
 Apr 1 Greta
witch
pearls were ****** like her ruby dagger,
ruby dagger, wears on her belt; dropping venom.
spreading fatal flames with her burning lipstick,
made by the poison of her ruby eyed bloodthirsty serpent.

she knows revenge.

vicious storms brought she,
to a land, oh never was free.
trouble is a woman in need.
needing to see pearls bleed.
skin stretched over bone
nearly translucent
almost disappearing
fainting
dizzy

falling


falling



falling




fal­ling
i'm back!
 Apr 1 Greta
Opal Black
Quick do you hear it?
Do you hear that ticking sound?
Open up your chest and reach beyond the pound
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that ticking now?
You are running out of time, will you die now?

Tick, Tick, Tick.
Does that change anything now?
Are you still there?
Even after the sound?
Don’t let it stop, you can’t
But it wants to stop,
Will you let it?
You say you love flowers,
but you cut them.
You say you love animals,
but you eat them.
You say you love me...
so now I'm scared!
Just another cute little something. I found it on the internet and decided to turn it into poetry. ❤️
 Apr 1 Greta
nivek
finding companionship
in poetic form

the evening song of the Blackbird
seems to almost say it all.
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