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[runningonrumination]

When I think of your eyes,

I get a boner.

If you’re the weed,

then I’m a stoner.

Burn my tongue,

inhale my lungs,

if we’re a band,

let’s make it kiss.

Peck my neck,

then touch my lips.

Don’t do talking,

just grab my hips.

Flat tongue, lots of spit.

I’m trying to be explicit,

not trying to be corny,

just expressing the fact

I’m a little bit horny

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[poemsbylaura-blog]

1,000 miles away

They always said aim for the moon,

You might miss,

But you’ll still be among the stars.

I wonder if that’s where you are..

I always look to those stars,

A letter never finished.

1,000 miles separates us.

Distance is funny like that.

I wonder who you are,

I knew a version of you,

Now you’re not running in the grass.

Looking for secret passages,

But finding your way.

I have no social media,

no connection

Once so close,

A moving truck,

Gone.

I don’t hear your dog bark,

I don’t see any lemonade stands,

Hustling for money

Or

No plans to become vegetarians,

Then forget about it later.

We had plans to save the world,

It sounds simple.

Save 100 dollars.

We’ll save the puppies.

Solid plan

The moon seems so close,

I feel it, I can grasp it with one hand.

Only now I know rocket scientists have found their way.

I wasn’t much of a scientist,

I couldn’t fathom basic physics,

And although I’m no astronaut,

I know you brighten this world,

For I know all the times we fell laughing on the grass,

You always had a way of making me smile.

So keep aiming for the moon,

Although gone in distance,

You’re still brilliant,

And resilient.

Those failed attempts have just made the sky brighter.

I know next time I see your face it won’t be in my dreams,

But somehow impacting the world,

Discovering the world,

Outside our backyard,

I know you will change the world,

Maybe gone from my life,

But I see those stars and think of you,

Inspiring others 1,000 miles away.

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[sircharlesthepoet]

Dreaming Too Hard

To the ones who are addicted to chasing a dream that's not meant to come true.

Photo by Pixabay – Pexels sometimes life tugs your arm offto where imagination can’t reach so talents harvest into a futureyour feet are planted in dry mud, head on a slingshot, bouncingon the walls of an empty sky. redundancy is the rhythmtwo stepping; going nowhere A Dream To Give Up Thank you for reading! Please read more of my work here. Read my stories and articles here. Help me pay…

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[forgetmeyes-poetry]

⋆ . ˚ Introduction ˚. ⋆

Hello!

You can call me Isa, and this is a collection of poems that I have written over time. Although I originally wrote them for myself, I've decided to share it... because why not? I hope you enjoy 💕.

Please remember that I'm not a professional, so grammar / spelling mistakes are inevitable, please kindly let me know and I will fix it as soon as I possibly can! I will try to update once a day, but if I don't, please kindly remind me! Sometimes my mind just forgets.

Everything in this blog is written in proper capitalization excluding the profile. Also, I do take requests, as long as they aren't incredibly cryptic. Please message me for those!!

Lastly, this is a safe space. No hate nor cruelty shall be tolerated anywhere in the comment section. Please refrain from rude profanity or pushing personal opinions on others! Stealing will also not be tolerated. I work very hard on these poems, and if I see stealing I will confront you. If our poems are just similar, we can have a civil conversation and talk things out. 

I hope you like these poems and will give this piece of fiction a heart to get notifications for more updates! If you have any questions, concerns, or comments, please let me know in the comments. Thank you for reading!!

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[escapadeist]

Overcast

I visit the boxes stored in the back of my mind,

Under cobwebs of time stolen away from me,

I sit amidst the dust, an artefact of regrets,

Let the history take over me.

The attic of my thoughts is clouded,

With dark mists that make a quizzical brow,

Or just depress my frown even more,

But i can't explain, there's some comfort,

In the familiarity of this,

My deepest sorrows, my bottomless ocean of ink blue,

That keep plunging me further inside it's crevasses,

Not towards any light, like we've been promised,

Just blacker and blacker, but i let it,

It embraces me like no one ever did,

Like I'm it, and it is me,

And that's all that matters.

Surfacing up, gasping for air when the fresh, bright,

Piercing light of reality crumbles my reverie,

But oh what a bore, to swim back to the shore,

To have another wave hit me and take me,

Into it's arms and warm my coldest fears,

And I'll let it, it's not like the sand on the vast beaches,

Ever did anything other than choke my lungs till i couldn't fathom a shaky breath.

- B

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[coralmccallum]

Red Berries (poem)

Reminders that summer is passing Evenings are getting darker Days, although they don’t feel it, are getting shorter Berries of all colours Nature’s reminders Everything comes to an end Reminders that summer is passing Reminders that seasons must change Indian summer anyone? I’ll live in hope Ever hopeful for just a little more of summer’s warmth Seasons come and seasons go…

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[lieselrosepoetry]

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[steam-punk-overlord]

Meet me in the middle of this mundane moment and we will—with artist’s touch—make it miraculous. Craft humor in a sentence to tease my brain with songs of giggles and imperfect snorts. This minute now and over already—like no other. You are like no one I know but you. How it is we have only met such a short time ago and you see through me like a well rehearsed life time of memories. How it was that I could long for you years before I heard your name. How you called to me without a word.

You are you drawn to me as I am to you. Two stories written to be told with each other.

To me you are the smell of skin, clean sweat, bedsheets, video game controllers and sunflower seeds spat in a taco bell bag. We are joy amidst poverty. Such a depth of contentment they’d wish to commodify but cannot figure out how…you are my priceless poor love.

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[moonlitmirror]

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[official-writesome-app]

WriteSome App's Second Poetry Collection Released

With the goal of taking WriteSome App’s users’ work to the world, today we’re releasing our second poetry collection “Dearly Beloved — Poems on Love”

In today’s time, most amateur writers are finding it extremely difficult to get their work noticed by the right audience due to the plethora of online writing platforms and thousands of posts being posted every minute. And as a writing platform, we not only understand this problem but also realise that it is our responsibility to notice, identify and promote exceptional writers and poets on our app and take their work to the world.

And this is exactly why we came up with the idea of releasing series of our poetry collections.

Written by users of the WriteSome App, this poetry collection has 20 poems divided into 4 parts — Talk, Wait, Leave and Go. Each part with poems about that phase/ element of human connection.

Part 1- Talk: Deep feelings, heartfelt, exhilarating, romantic love.

Part 2: Wait — Overpowering and emotional poems on Love.

Part 3 — Leave: Overwhelming cravings for deep love, beautiful flow of emotions.

Part 4 — Go: inspiring, moving and touching poems.

You can buy the book in ebook, paperback and hardcover formats on Amazon via this link.

If you’re an amateur writer looking to share your poetry and stories, download our app on iOS and Android today.

If you have any feedback/ suggestions please write to us at [email protected]

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[bookmarkquinn]

Close Your Shutter

Close Your ShutterPoem by Mark Quinn Close your shutter I look at the past and wonder how fast,I look at the past, time doesn’t last. Close the shutter on your past. Memories are deep within your heart,it’s time to make more from the start. Close the shutter on your past. The future will be upon you quick,keep your happiness and don’t miss a trick. Close the shutter on your past. Tomorrow…

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[dragons4thesoul]

You/In me

You are the still - in me,

my calm,

my place

of peace.

My greys and browns and startling whites.

Pounding

heart and mind.

You envelop it all

I think of carving you out of my flesh,

But the wounds.

Too deep to heal,

too deep to forget.

So I give my life to a dream,

My soul

to your God.

And await your sweet whispers.

By Dragons4thesoul

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[poemsbylaura-blog]

Blind

With their eyes they cannot see

But

With their hearts they feel love

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[sircharlesthepoet]

Becoming More Human

Mystique is a character from the X-Menbut this poem is not about her.‘though her power is a characteristic we findin each other. i think Mystique is the most Humana human could bewe are extended parts of each individualyou’re the part of me that teaches mehow to be how does a snake know of flying?how does an eagle know of crawling?they’ve spent their entire life among companionsdiscussing…

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[forgetmeyes-poetry]

⋆ . ˚ Remember to Forget ˚. ⋆

We promised we would not forget

The memories we held on too

And I kept that promise, I did

But I'm not sure about you

I'm not saying I am innocent

No, that I am not

I've made many mistakes

But at least I've tried to stop

I put my heart and soul

Into being there for you

But when I needed you most

You said you had things to do

So is it really worth it?

Keeping those memories so prized

If all that I received from them

Was the loss of my pride

And hours and days have past

Weeks, months, years

I gave you my time and effort

And you kept the souvenirs

Yet somehow even now

I find myself wondering

If I was never enough for you

I guess its quite humbling

In the end it went to waste

So now I don't trust a soul

Because you broke me inside

I suppose that was your goal

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[escapadeist]

Do i call it a need, or do i not?

No one speaks of how lonely adulthood gets.

There's the nights so silent,

That you could hear your heart match the beat of the ticking clock.

And crowds so deafening in the day,

That your sighs are lost in the loud murmurs of busy and seemingly entangled lives.

You watch the screens change colour,

A young couple kisses for the first time,

And an old one holds each other's hands for the last,

Each making a deep dull ache in your chest,

You can't name it yet,

What that feeling is,

But you can't avoid it too, not all the time.

Maybe we go through this phase,

Maybe it's not even a phase for some,

But whatever this is,

This hushed up secret, of hiding your sadness,

Underneath a heap load of barely-there smiles,

I feel it's universal.

We all live it, one's better at concealing,

Than the other behind.

But what a shame, to hide such a human thing,

As loneliness, as desperation and wanting and needing of love.

- B

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