Madisen Kuhn May 2013

the thing about feelings
is that they change
  you may have been
   completely infatuated
    with someone  
     or entirely immersed
     in sadness,
   but that doesn’t mean
that’s how you feel now
or how you’ll feel forever
and i fear that people forget that,
  i fear we fail to remember
   that emotions are not permanent
    and maybe that’s why
     her stomach hurts
    when she thinks about
   the girls in his life
  before her
  or why i’m reluctant
   to share old poems
    because i don’t want anyone
     to think that’s how i feel today
    so maybe we should start asking
   “how are you?” more often
     and stop accepting
      the default “i’m okay.”
       and maybe we should start
      caring more about
    what people say now,
   instead of dwelling on
  words of the past

MsAmendable Sep 2015

What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land

axr Oct 2014

Dear men,
You are not emasculated when you are gentle to a woman.
You are not emasculated when you can't control your child's behaviour
You are not emasculated when you get a vasectomy done
You are not emasculated when you stand up for a woman, no matter how old she is.
You are not emasculated when you support gender equality.
You are not emasculated when you choose to not drink and drive
You are not emasculated when your lifestyle choices are different from that of your friends.

I am a feminist who believes that man and woman have equal roles in the society.

If you think women are weaker,  I fail to comprehend you and I m not going to waste my time explaining you the basics of how to be peaceful and respecting one another.

Someone who wants a change, and is doing their part in it.

Rant + telling people to not be douchebags
Megan H Aug 2013

Today was different.
I laughed.
I smiled.
I lost my frown.
I was different.
Yes, today was a good day.
Because today was different.

Lady Bird Apr 2015

yesterday went in a flash
today with a blink of an eye
yet tomorrow will go just the same quickly life passes us by

MdAsadullah Dec 2014

Today you will see a sight very rare.
hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.

Will be removed all clothes of creeds.
Roaming naked will be seen deeds.

Cats will show their vegetarian teeth;
And rats will witness standing high on feet.

Tons of civilized men on streets you'll see;
And in their trousers many will pee.

Today you will see a sight very rare.
Hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.

Madisen Kuhn Sep 2013

I'm afraid to write about you because
Ink makes me feel everything,
And everything feels so much more real
When my cursive words smudge up against
The side of my hand and stain it blue
As my pen races to keep up with my heart

But it can't be real,
Because I thought I was moving on,
I thought I was growing up,
I thought I knew all of this was
Foolish and starry-eyed

I thought, I thought, I thought
But maybe I need to stop thinking
And just let myself feel;
Feel the butterflies you put in my stomach,
Feel the pure bliss you infuse into bloodstream

And maybe I don't need to know everything,
Like exactly what you're thinking
Or exactly how I feel
Or how all of this is going to turn out

I guess what I'm saying is that
Everything isn't always going to be clear,
I may come up to "two roads in a yellow wood"
And not be absolutely certain which one I'm meant to take,
But I do know that whichever path I choose,
I'd like to be able to scan the trees and smile
Because you're there walking alongside me.

Cherry Cupcake Jan 2014

My dear friend and diary
Today was awful according to me
My heart tells me I love him, you see
But my head always seems to disagree

To him I must be invisible
A burden, mostly miserable
undesirable, and I'm unable
To put my feelings on the table

Oh, dear diary, dear friend
Countless minutes did I spend
In front of that old mirror of mine
The poor reflection didn't whine
But showed me how fat I am instead
What do I do? I have a date!

Dear, oh dear secret-keeper
I can't seem to make him forget her
Is it unfair to want him still?
Is it unfair to feel these chills
Whenever he is around even though...
He doesn't love her. I'm sure, I know

My dear and lovely diary
My reflection seems to be teasing me
It tells me to stop trying to be
Like the beautiful girls I always see
Shall I give up? Let her break free?
I think I should fight.. Do you agree?

Dear diary, you're my best friend
But today I'm lost in my own head
I fear our encounter comes to an end
Today I leave you under my bed
Until I find myself again
I need to know who I really am
I can not tell you where and when
But dearest friend, we'll meet again.


If only temporarily,
the Milky Way
took up residence
along my spine today.

I can still feel, and even
see it, softly glowing there
although I know, rationally,
it chooses to live elsewhere.

Jai Guru Dev
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Commuter Poet Mar 2015

With dignified steps
Advance cheerfully
Be bright
Respect others
Make today wonderful
Respect others
Be bright
Advance cheerfully
With dignified steps

Written 5th April 2012
Paul Butters Feb 2015

We friended on Facebook,
Scrolled down our profile pages.
Lived together in a virtual world.
Our images and websites we shared
With Instagram incisiveness.

Meet all my friends.
Block any you do not like.
All busy we are, doing nothing.
Like if you agree.

Laptops were not enough.
Users subscribed to Smartphones,
Iphones, and God knows what.
Google them if you wish.

And if you like my words
Retweet them.
But beware!
I now use words like lol,
And even WTF!

Sometimes I multitask,
Flicking TV channels
Like a Subbuteo striker –
Gone virtual by now I guess.
Flicking and flipping while I scroll
My laptop page.

I make new tabs
As I message many friends:
Emoticons exploding
All along the way.

I’m Tivo-boxing clever
All the time,
King of my domain.

So get your VDU lit up
And monitor my words.
Download my thoughts
Into your memory banks.

I hope this all computes.

Paul Butters

Even Shakespeare couldn't use this language!!!
J M Surgent May 2014

I missed you today,
A little more than yesterday
But not as much
As I'll miss you tomorrow.

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