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 Sep 2020
skyler
i lose myself
like a ship in a storm
but you're the lighthouse
bringing me home

s.s
 Jul 2020
Casey Rodger
I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.

I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.

Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.

I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.
 Jun 2020
Carlo C Gomez
Springboarding
captured children,
locked in
vending machines,
like princes in the tower.

Swiping the barcode
imprinted upon their foreheads,
placing them in playpens
--free range, of course--
and listening to the stories
that caused them
to,
in this precise order,
fill,
spill,
chill...

To empty their lungs,
to rage against the machine
that first boiled blood
into the deflated veins
of their youthful tendencies.

Birthing a furlough,
for when
the wild
and profane
wish for scream time:

babes in the wood,
before figureheads to die for.
 Jun 2020
Michael Stefan
I have been bowlin' semi-colons (for a period of time) as I interject a comma between independent clauses and rhymes.
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This is one of my own poems that actually made me chuckle a little.  The joys of punctuation!
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