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Margaret May 2014
If no one
Knew what *** was
Who'd be ***?
Ira Desmond Nov 2018
The downward momentum is clear to me now.
The engine has built up a full head of steam.
I’d try to stop it, if I knew how.

The fires of industry must burn on somehow;
they tend to burn brightest when fuel is extreme.
The downward momentum is clear to me now.

When currents are surging, we shouldn’t allow
the jingoist fringe to swim in the mainstream.
I’d try to stop them, if I knew how.

Civility means more than I can avow,
but poems can only allude to a theme:
The downward momentum is clear to me now.

Each click of a mouse that shouts holier than thou
is a cog in a treacherous clockmaker’s scheme.
I’d try to stop him, if I knew how.

We worshipped the circuit and forsook the plow
in search of a false technological dream.
Our downward momentum is clear to me now.
I’d try to stop us, if I knew how.
False Poets Jan 2018
readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness

we treat our luna connection with equality -
great affection as well as sensible trepidation,
for its transgender nature, though well disguised,
is but surficial,  that we all ken, when compared to
***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens,
exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again

but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew!

do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward,
unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told,
who too, are silent secret devotees

who  among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence
Emma Mar 2017
I wish she knew
How the way her hands glide like pale doves
To cover her face when she laughs
Makes my heart melt

How she smiles
And suddenly the world will never
Be good enough
For me
How I would hold her hand
And kiss her tears away

In the dark, freezing my skin in the rain
Droplets collect on black window panes
So clear and calm and beautiful
maddy lynda Oct 2018
i wasn't sure if it was love
i was so wrong last time
i couldn't trust my heart
it wasn't until
i realised
that she's just as broken as me
and i held her shaky hand
and i kissed her shaky face
then i knew
for my beautiful girlfriend <3
Adron E Dozat Feb 2015
If I knew,
A poem

If I knew you loved me
I could face war and come back
To you a hundred times.
If I knew you loved me
I’d work like a dog ten days a week
To buy you little treasures.
If I knew you loved me
I would do all I know to be
The man you could be proud of.
If I knew you loved me
I would write you poems each dawn
And sing to you as the sun set.
If I knew you loved me
I would become a better man than
I ever, ever have been.
If I knew you loved me
I would come straight home,
Sober, every day after work.

Adron
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Jordan Rowan Feb 2016
If you knew ******* me
Would you hesitate at all?
Would put the writing on the wall?
I'm starting to think about,
What it would be like
But I think we'll do it some other night

If you broke into my house
Would you steal all my things?
My cast iron lung and my mother's rings
I start to wonder about,
Everything we could do
But in the end, that's all up to you

If you saw my collection
Of everything I've ever done
Would come closer or would you run?
If things fell to pieces
And collapsed onto the floor
Would you beg for mercy or for more?

If you knew how to shame me
Would you kindly tell me how?
I'd like to use it in a painting somehow
If you thought about my flaws
As just reasons to laugh
I'd like to know so I can join in on that
onlylovepoetry Jul 2017
if only I knew how to love...

for my Victoria

winces-grimaces, that these words even leave my fingertips,
reminiscences, a chrome bookmark tab full of decades of near misses,
instances, subway sideway stolen daily glances of she who would be the only, the one, but one day failed to appear, left to dream peer,
and/or
decades long of romanced lasses, flying spectacular super crashes, when my heart-blanched, lanced, and the lawyers danced, poems shriveled as dried ink crack'd and words rusted shut,
cut by so many p'raps, and **** motives, beautiful covered up, disguised as synapses of sin and insincerity, and I,
the sad man,
both the sinner and the sinned against,
totalities, of shoulda-woulda-asked/kissed-her-gallantly,
activities, when kisses were doorways to trap door rooms
and an over decorated monte cristo prison cell

ah well

the 'and yet,' the 'but for,' a single finger, sealing silenced lips,
passions mourned and irrevocable sensations, frittered, fractured,
all that I calmly called love was sprigs and broken branches,
cut flowers destined to shrivel,
not of what I believed in, something akin to a tree rooted, an oaken strong unbreakable love

of this certain, all approximations, all failed incantations,
for surely, if but only one escaped, could have been saved,

and if truthful love it was,
I would have known it,
for would I have dared to let slip away?
7/14/17
Axl Rose Mar 2016
I knew your way home
I knew how big should the steps be, the number of challenging roads to pass through, and a lot more traffic lights
New lands, cotton candy clouds, and the scent of branded air
I knew your way home
At the same rate I knew why you left
So even with all things I know how
I won't
For the sole reason I knew
When I could drink wine with you,
Whisper how I see stars whenever I look in your eyes,
And how much your touch could keep me warm all night
I knew your way home
But you've already set up a barricade,
Closed all roads,
And sent hints like guarded gates in front of you
So even when I knew your way home
When the traffic light hints Go
I'll change directions,
Away from the intersections
To all possible places of your destination
Samantha Sep 2018
I knew I loved you
When you held my hand
Pretending I was your girlfriend in that bar.
When we drove down the
Hill, windows down
Music up, singing along
High as the moon in that night's sky.
I knew I loved you
When you called me crying about your dog
And didn't know what to do.
When you sang to me
"Don't you worry, don't you worry child" in that club
And you told me it'd get better.
When you made me smile all the times
I was down.
I knew I loved you when you
Though my weirdness was cool
And when you let me be my exposed self
You never judged, it was easy to
Tell you my deepest secrets.
I knew I loved you when we took that selfie
And pretended to kiss.
When it turned real as our
Connection solidified through our lips
I knew I loved you when we pretended
It never happened because we
Didn't want to lose each other.
I knew I loved you all the
Times we fought and drifted away for things
I can't even remember.
When our opinions would clash
And our lives kept changing.
I knew I loved you when I hated you
And all your girls because I knew you could do better.
I knew I loved you when you finally met her
And it pleased my heart
Your gamble was finally over.

I Know I Love You
Because I'm smiling as I immortalize our bond.

I Love You
My Best Friend
goodtea Sep 2018
he
disregards me
says it's funny when i'm mad

he says he
likes the idea of me
"i wanna *******" and
"i don't think you know
how much you turn me on"
he likes the physical

his drunk texts are angry
the next day is always peaches

i can always trust him to lie

he says he thinks about me all the time
but he wont let me spend time with his friends

i told him stop and no and
i thought i was healing but i-
i thought i was overreacting but i

screamed, "DON’T TOUCH ME" the
next time someone hugged me and
told myself it wasn't a big deal

started lying for him and
told myself he cared and
maybe he didn't realize

i

disregarded myself

so now that i've left
he can be mad
and maybe i’ll laugh
whomp whomp


sorry i disappeared
Leigh Mar 2015
Eyebrows like barbed wire,
Skin like leather,
Silver hair always carefully in place,
And a handshake that held your everything.
It's etched into my palm.
Beneath the kindest eyes I knew
Bags were packed for the Winter.
Every item picked thoughtfully for her:
His life
...


A short tribute to my Grandad George who passed away. One of the kindest and most selfless people I've known.

...
Spenser Bennett Apr 2016
And I knew what I was
When you called me disgrace
I was the sun exploding into space

And I was knew what I was
When the light broke through silence
Like that great hound through my fence

Drown out
Out
Out
The fear
Fear
Fear
Of day
Day
Day

So let's burn
And turn
Into ash
Like the skyline
You pine
But never ask

If I knew what I was
i wish you knew,
how fast the time flew,
the fate molds anew,
it hurts that my feelings grew.

i wish you knew,
that i already fell for you,
for i have known that you don't need to take the fault for this,
my heart jumped into a never ending abyss.

i wish you knew,
that i love you,
as if i can do everything just to be with you,
watching the stars and writing this beautiful fantasy.

it's just that i can't say this to you directly,
not because of rejection,
but losing you as my friend i will regret deeply.

it's too late tho,
you'll be away and nothing can i do,
but i'll be missing you
and last word if you are for me, i'll be waiting for you.
but for now, i love you.....
~
~
~ as one of my greatest friends and being a part of my life
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2018
the earth is curved - sure y’all knew that.  
but to get to the Northwest,
Interstate 84
ain’t le route plus directe

nope curve north to Ontario,
wave to Bex as I cross over
London and Toronto, also can’t recall
which poet from Rochester hails,
or did they shuffle off to Buffalo?

Crossing Erie, Huron, and Michigan Great Lakes all,
brings to mind
my mother’s birthplace,
Last of the Mohicans,
and the three years I did in the Cleveland Penitentiary,
where sun was illegal and baseball was a pretend play
of cowboys and Indians
but by god, it made me
the penitent fella I am today

Look skyward to Montreal,
yes, there he is, the Leo Priest,
the baffled king,
blessing this poetic meet ‘n greet trip
with a smiling unsurprising
hallelujah

Apparently some US citizens still can traverse O Canada,
even if one forgot their passports,
and are not PNG’s (Persons Not so GREAT)

over Minneapolis shed a tear for Diane,
a poet- gone-missing, and wonder if you reader come from
St. Cloud, Fargo or Duluth, Bismarck or Aberdeen,
surely they still speak poetic English there
in a twangy metering methodology  - well, message me asap

wow there really is a Saskatoon!

the pilot asks us to lean left in our seats
to help turn the plane
so we go to Portland and not to Vancouver...
me thinks he might be a touch Rockie Mountain High,
considering we are at 30 thousand something Imperial,
as he walks the main cabin with an oxygen mask and a
huuuuuge grin

see the distant Cascades
through a crack in the shuttered windows,
must be close to “the coast”
(as if, harrumph, there were but one)

ah, words in the clouds, ripe for the plucking
must be getting close to Oregon,
where poets grow on trees, woody words like ****,
and log-float poems down the Columbia to the sea

gonna drink me some poets
under the table cause this
trip I ain’t no driving and I am already
“flying” ‘n scribing and arriving
on a high tide and a good wind
Vexren4000 Oct 2018
I never knew you,
A secret kept,
Broke my heart,
Like an egg cracking on the counter.
My shell broken,
By nothing but words unsaid.

©BAS
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