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i started typing.
just a simple text:
i hope you’re okay.
but i was
too much of a coward
to hit send.
this one is about texts never sent.
LearnfromBOBD Dec 2022
You never gave a chance to
You never made a life so
You’re coming but how soon
Been always lies no true
I love your poetry, nice
You stop writing, why
Your poems are touchy
Your words are hearty
I don’t care if you lie
Mr poet, look at my eyes
I don’t want you to stop writing
Your poems is filled with healings
I won’t stop neither will I leave
Cos they’re the pills that makes me heal
They are full of love and emotions
Sensual feeling and affections
Love writing emotions affections heart why lie
Àŧùl Mar 2021
Unread. I am a poem,
Read me. I deserve your time,
Heartless. Drop-in your heart for me.

Thirsty. Rain your love,
Feed me. I love your reviews,
Artless. All my words are so truthful.

Story. I am an unforgettable saga,
Narrate me. Retell me to your family,
Fearless. I become proud forevermore.
My HP Poem #1918
©Atul Kaushal
The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.
Indonesia, 19th March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Don Bouchard Aug 2019
Hello Poetry!
I have decided to keep
My poems here.
Rather a few be read
Than keep the lot
Penned up waiting in a sales ring
With no buyers,
Starvation coming....
At least we're reading each others' poems.... Better read than dead....
yellow soul Jul 2018
My heart is pounding
It’s pounding so hard
Inside my chest
I’m afraid it’s gonna
Break up my chest

* message opened 3 minutes ago
I told him i loved him
And he left me unread
Maybe He is thinking
About how to say that
He loves me too or
Maybe it’s not true
Maybe he won’t even
Be friends anymore

message opened 43 minutes ago*

He’s not gonna answer
Me...
Marisol Quiroz Jul 2018
there is a book within my heart
of poems you've never seen
poems you've never read
poems you'll never read.
and from deep within my heart
with my pen of black ink
i hope that you might read them
and say that you still love me.


― i'm afraid not everything i write is pretty
Bobcat Jan 2018
Inhale
Exhale
Your very first
My most important

Your hand
My thumb
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears

8pm
2am
Every night
To make sure you're fed

My side
Her side
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib

Left foot
Right foot
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered

Fast forward
Slow down
You're getting so big
I always did my very best

She yelled
I cried
Those three words
You weren't mine

She left
You left
You met your dad
I found vices to cope

Few words
Left unsaid
You're still too young to know
That although not by blood

You were still my son.
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