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Abigail Smith Feb 2019
I will miss you like the moon longs for the warmth of the sun in the morning.
I will miss you like rain that miss a rainbow.
I will miss you like a dry land that longs for water.
I will miss you like sand coving the foam waves sweeping away.
I will miss you like the end of a twig of trees that can't wait for the dawn to rise.
I will miss you like a dead seed that longs for spring.
I will miss you like a crystallized virus waiting for the right time to return to life.
ladanegeh Aug 2013
Purple patches coving your completely swollen cheeks.
Gums conquering your teeth.
Bruises all over you arms.
You walk into class, and all goes quiet.
Then comes the incessant laughter.
After they calm, and you sit down, embarrassed completely.
The whispers, the giggles, the pointing, you cannot handle it.
You run out of the room and dash out of the school.
You run all the way home,
and as soon as you reach your bedroom, you drop to the floor,
screams and sobs flooding your household.
Of course, the kids would laugh. I'm ugly, I'm different, I'm disgusting.
And I've been cursed with Leukemia.
Norman Lyons Feb 2013
I pay no mind
To the sweet sounds what seems to good to be true
For what strikes the ears with the hope & imagination of a child is but a faulty promise
I wish i had a partner in this empty world
To see what is real
That life is overrated and a over due bill
You never catch up
So with my pillow Coving my head
I shield myself from the circus outside my window
I drown in the undertow of whats already meant
Losing the fragments that fragmented me as I sit
And died and then left
I father the broken
All the while im around the disused who bath in a toilet
Crossed fingers
Lazy eyed
Wondering to find there place
Let me gather my Daisies
Condemn the wealth that abandons hungry babies
And let me sleep in peace
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Divine Child School – an eyesore
In Mehsana for many schools – sopor.
Vital in activities from a long yore
In the field of academics – never at war
Nor in politics or in legislation or in moor.
Earlier to handle any issue or four;
Challenging all as holistic developer
Hoping best with Sanket and other
In bringing up the best out of poor.
Leading path of values in senator
During the school and is savior.
Such legacy produced stars in galore
Coving the cosmos, can you ignore?
Honest, candid and authentic stentor
Out in Gujarat or India therefore
Oh! Respect it, admire it, esteem or
Leave it and touch it not anymore.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
JWolfeB Aug 2014
The horse ran for days. Without a moments delay it arrived to the infamous nowhere it set off to. Tracing tracks off of uncomfortable moments taken by men in black coats. That horse of his ran. Finding nowhere to run but away. Anywhere but here he told me. Here is not a place he could see his stampede of a heart settling. The stampede moved on. On and over. Over any and everything. Stepping on stools that looked like broken backs and flattened hearts. That cowboy kept running. He never stopped to recognize brilliance. The brilliance between his ears or the one between his skeletal cage of insides. The dust gathered on the platform he knew as home. People stopped by to visit once in a while. To find a flown coupe and no sign of coming back.

Nowhere. The place he eventually stumbled upon. Full of everything he has been running from. Trampling his neurotic brain waves with memories tucked in and put to bed. Cowboy couldn't make sense of the insanity. Of a pursuit of everything left behind would catch him before he arrived. The longing took over as judge. Leveling any possibility of freedom in conscious captivity. Haunting every step the man took away from every issue dropped in garbage cans. Cowboy stool up, chest out his quills drawn. Ready, steady, and ready to attack everything. When this man turned around. He found himself. Alone. Not a single heart around to listen. He did it. Ran away from everything. Including himself. Dirt and dust coving his mouth, the man stood in amazement. Astonished he had found everything he never wanted.
This man never arrived. The town doesn't exist. And neither does the cowboy. But sometimes I wish it were that easy that easy to run.
Bob May 2019
I want to be more then someone's broken promise
I want you to get lost in thoughts of us as you look at me
I want to be the cause and not just a reason
I want to be the one your friends can't wait to meet
Feeling like they already know me because you can't stop talking about me
I want you to feel the need to race home and have us in bed before the sun sets
Keeping the blinds tight so we can't see the sun rise
I want the doctor to tell me that I gained twenty pounds in thirty days
Thats love not fat so it's ok
Then have you encourage me to lose at least half
I would be fine with people thinking our smiles are  fake
Unable to understand how we can be happy all the time
Confused by hearing who's right don't matter to us
One could never be wrong for the other
Matching shirts and can't leave without a kiss
Never saying goodbye or stay mad to long
I want you to never have to worry
To be clueless as to what it's like to doubt me
To know your more then number one
Your the whole list
Everyday be able to make you proud to be seen with me
Still falling in love with you at ninty
Hide the make up till you see the beauty your coving up
Maybe hide your clothes too
Cause your body is perfection and perfection should never be covered up
When anyone brings up a bad relationship I want you not to be able to relate
Every week go on atleast one date
Nomatter how good you say I am
I'll always try to be a little better
It will be my job to hurt for you
I'll be happy to take your pain
I want to be why you lie to your boss about being late
I'm working on being similar to the lead actor in your favorite movie that you can't watch enough
But first I need to create a new word because love is not strong enough
I want you to have what you deserve then some
And after I write the last line I never want you to have to ask me to repeat these things so you can be reassured
These words will come alive through my actions
And just in case you ever see me shed a tear or two
It's because I been looking for you ten years before I knew you

Now if I could only find you
Feel free commit
Rachel Gosby May 2020
Between love and hate
Memories of the past
Not being able to reconnect with others
Refusing help
Missing all the good in the world.
Death in the world
Missing children
Homelessness in the world
Opportunities being missed
Missing the chances to change
Temptations not being told
Outbreaks of Violence everywhere you turn
Trust issues
Insecurity
Losing the site of hope
Blessings being missed
People getting abused
Not willing to change for the good
Being afraid to speak your mind
Being Misunderstood
Coving up the truth
Social distancing
Fighting over material things
Not learning for the mistakes that were made
Not being grateful for what's in front of you
The world can't even say the word thank you


No matter what's going on in the world doesn't mean you shouldn't lose the sight of hope or who you are. You don't have to change because the world is changing. There will never be another you in this world, so do what's best for you.

Just say no more Problems, and believe it when you say it.
Let The Problems Go!!
No More Problems!!!

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