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Funny how everything can turn into art in my hands
I’m not good with spoken words
But they flow freely
through my mind and heart
Rebecca 3d
The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.
One day I went to a very rich man’s house for dinner
He told me:
“You write cheap poetry”
I replied:
“Yes—because if it were expensive,
even your heart couldn’t afford it”
Wholeness
That must be the word
If it’s not, that’s fine
I couldn’t care less
I know what I feel, and I can’t deny it
My verses are not for you
They’re for me
Period.
If you understand, congratulations
If not, I’m sorry
Go find a book—one with over a thousand words
Even better if it’s self-help
I need only a few words to say what I want
My therapy is in the verses
I owe nothing to anyone
Liberating
That could be the word too
Doesn’t matter to me
I simply cross my legs in the hammock
and spot a new world of possibilities
waiting for me
I’ve begun to realize
that great minds
don’t need a thousand words
to change a life
Often
ten
within a poem
can light up
the entire world
Bojana 6d
Now that they are written,
each fragment in its place,
the weight I carried for so long
has slipped away.

Words, mirrors of the soul,
linger on this page,
pressed like a seal,
marking the moment,
pouring out hope and faith.

Words,
woven like a spider’s web
in the darkness of my heart,
stir and tremble,
whisper like a restless stream,
fully alive,
waiting for their keeper to release them,
to weave a quiet longing,
like a painting on the wall—
a fleeting touch of comfort.
Words transformed into her vast ocean as she set sail.
She swam in a sea of exploration and information, filling her sails with a hungry mind.
Casting her net about in an effort to obtain more knowledge and understanding, driven by the pure joy of learning.
Before long, fresh horizons emerged,
begging to be explored.
More oceans and seas awaited, just beyond the shore.
Words and expression tugged at her imagination, leading her to unchartered destinations.

-Rhia Clay
Olive Aug 3
Give me some of your favourite words
I’ll write you a poem and tag you!
Ariannah Aug 3
Wanna know something that hurts ?
It burns me down to the core,
It keeps me awake at night...
It's... a thing I never thought I'd live to hear.
Though.... I think I should've seen it coming..
I mean.. all the signs were there..
I should've expected it..
For ***** sake..  I even thought about it.
It sounds so different when you say it though...
It hurts as much as a twisted knife right in my heart..



I always thought we were inseparable
You know, like the moon and the stars?
Never one without the other..
But now the darkness of the night is too dark for them to shine as bright as they once did..
I always thought you were the love my life, and I was yours too,
Though I'm not so sure about that anymore..
Not because I don't love you, or because I want to leave
You hurt me more than anyone else ever did
So yeah, maybe I don't have a reason to stay
But I feel like, in my heart, I don't want to give this love away..



But... you wanna know something that hurts.. ?
It hurts me more that I don't even know how to put it into words...
You said something.. I never wanted to hear
But the fact that it's true... it just.. makes me wish I was not even here
I want to be somewhere else, somewhere in peace..
Somewhere where I don't have to deal with all this.



But I can't, because I'm here
All thoughts inside my head now circling in a sphere
Voices I can't help since they're the only thing I can perceive.
They hurt me, you know?
They won't ever leave me alone..
But what's worse is what they keep saying
Because it's repeated,
And it makes me cry everytime..
I don't even know how I'm supposed to look in your eye
Now that I how you truly feel about me..
That for you, the spark we had is gone..
That you don't even know how to love me anymore..



Honestly.. what you keep saying
Rises more questions than just explains
But that's not even what's important now,
Because what matters..
Is that it hurts.
It hurts to see that the person you love managed to hurt you with just these words...
Draven Brass Aug 3
Like Dandelions and Tulips that waltz in the sun.
A display of feathers mending two hearts to one.
Like beauty through the stars that turns midnight to dawn. A goddess that enchants, that goddess now gone.

The universe echoes with every fleeting breath. A thought you, leaving only what is left.

Through a winter that passed every other season.
A flame once kindled smothered without reason.
Blinded was a fool who treasured tainted gifts knowing fair well that won't please him but neglected starlights kiss.

The universe echoes with every fleeting breath. Not a thought but what's left of two. A shadow of us. A wish of you. Leaving only what is left.
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