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Are roses red?
Are violets blue?
Is it true the Sun is chasing our Moon?
When he says goodbye,
does that mean see you soon?
When the wind blows, are the daisies still yellow?
And when you're confronted,
are you still mellow?
When you close your eyes at night
are you really sleeping tight?
Are your dreams filled with gold
or are they chasing you with fright?
They say at the end of the tunnel is a light
When you see, is it past your sight?
This is a tester poem written by me briefly today, like if it is worth keeping on my page!
 Feb 2018 Carly
William A Gibson
so loving,
so open,
your tender, patient smile
a gift, undeserving
to stay with me at night

so hungry
and battered,
more used than I’ll admit.
craving every offer
of your forgiving lips

my broken
mind clenches,
but drawn in, oh, so much
I sleep, now drifting,
below your gentle touch.

it's selfish
to take it
and let these dark wounds heal
I’m lost, forgotten
and what I have, I steal

condemned
god left me
to drift alone in shame
and you
sing whispers
so brave to speak my name
 Feb 2018 Carly
Scarlet M
XV.
 Feb 2018 Carly
Scarlet M
XV.
If my tears could grow trees
with every drop
from the pain you caused,
the world
would flourish;
growing like the sadness
you impetuously bestowed.
 Feb 2018 Carly
Kaylee
Smile
 Feb 2018 Carly
Kaylee
Smile..
for all the times
you can't fake it
anymore.
 Feb 2018 Carly
nadine shane
how foolish of me
to think
late night conversations
could lead to
a sterling amount of love
cascading through me

but all it ever left
was a gaping hole,
stretching itself beyond
to greet the bane's den.

the neverending loop;

stuck-up little poet
thinking it would be
different,
poor little heart;
it had suffered enough,
let it rest.

little girl calling herself
a poet would like to know
what to do
with these memories
of warmth
from her
sun-kissed hand.

« no, no »

how stubborn of me
thinking
i could no longer be
time's fool.
im sorry. i love you.
 Feb 2018 Carly
Isabella Terry
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
Your lovely pink lips sink into the black night.
Your whispers turn me red, but the colors aren’t right.
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
 Feb 2018 Carly
Love
Love Shown
 Feb 2018 Carly
Love
I'm the *****,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
 Feb 2018 Carly
Artistry
Alone
 Feb 2018 Carly
Artistry
There’s a difference between being alone
And being lonely.

I’m not lonely my love.

But I am alone.
— Even when you’re with me.
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