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Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
Building those metaphors that personify beauty
Creating an allusion by using epigraphs
With allegory and alliteration creating euphemism
And midst litotes and kennings
Forming masterpiece

// Cheers to all the poets.
cheers to all the poets
helena alexis Jun 2018
stars exposed along her back
bordering constellations down
to her thighs wonderful expressions continued throughout her body
vivid hallucinations and disturbing illusions
control her unconscious mind as she feels
the painful machines puncture her brain

she’s not like the rest of us
she’s the future of humanity
not really sure what this is
David Lampert Jun 2018
I am big on iambic pentameter
  About that I could never lie, since
I pass every poetic parameter
  And earned my poetic license
Adelene Clifford Jun 2018
your eyes were mesmerizing,
as i drown myself deeply into your gaze,
i was afraid that i would fall deeply,
so deeply that it would mess up my life.
Adelene Clifford Jun 2018
Your existence is poetic,
It is because whenever the thoughts of you linger,
Your figure, your scent, your voice,
I can't help myself but to blurt out the most possible poetic words,
To describe how much you are dear to me,
How your existence is exquisite in every way,
How much loving you can cause destruction,
How selfless can i be in loving you,
Darling, you know it.
KP Dutta Jun 2018
With every blink, I shed 'sorrowful-water' from my visionary eyes,
Every moment, it drips off my cheeks and reaches my neck.
I am so disturbed by the wordly ties;
The very ties that bound me to this world.

Now, I am tired following the rules of the books
Which have clipped my wings!
It bounds me to swim in the sea of depression;
And prevent me from flying in the sky of heavenly peace.

I long to spread my wings
And soar high above the sky,
Like the peaceful dove.
But I am prevented from doing what I love!

So, I shed tears with every blink
And long to break the chains that clink.
It's a light-hearted poem written by me with heavy heart, heavy in the sense I feel like I am pulled down, down to the deep sea of depression!!
mars Jun 2018
what does love feel like?
is it warm and welcoming
or is it ice cold to the touch
does it have a taste?
does it taste like your first lick of ice cream and a blistering hot summer's day
or is it as sour as a baby tasting a lemon for the very first time
does it make you shy and flustered
or sad and miserable
are all these feelings still happy ones ?
all these questions i do not have an answer too
for i have never felt the sensation of love
and never will
for i am someone who love disregards every time we walk past each other
like perfect strangers, it ignores me
and when i feel like love is coming closer onto my grasp
it grabs me tightly by my shoulders
and embraces me as if ill fall when it lets go
then at my most vulnerable and at the times i feel the safest ive ever felt
it grabs its infamous jagged dagger
and pierces it through my glass heart and lets go
leaving me to fall in my void of loneliness and heartache once more
and laughing at my meek, and pathetic life
then leaving as my heart shatters into a million little pieces that not even the most talented of artists mend
i reaally like this one honestly im proud of myself personally i wrote this when i had just woken up too
lena May 2018
We wanted an escape
So we jumped on a plane
Drove on the fast lane
And kissed in the rain

We wanted to run
In the desert sun
Far away
On the runaway

We didn't  care
About the fare
the price to pay
To have our way

We wanted to leave
From all the grieve
Feeling naive,
I took his sleeve

Hand in my palm
The taste of his lip balm
Made me burst like a bomb
Running somewhere in Vietnam

We swam in the ocean
Made a commotion
Along with weird notions
Swimming in emotions

Then he left
Commiting a theft
A fine art
That was my heart

I was too quick
A burning wick
I fell for his trick
Became the devil's walking stick

I now sit in the sun
Still on the run
triggered the gun
At least it was fun
                                                
        -hnb
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I beseech thee to hold up the
silvern lantern

Be thy guiding light and
walk with me into
tomorrow
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