Poetry Page

without him I fear I might wither;
and the unforgiving weeks inch by,
stretching and straining like flowers
fighting for the sun.
each stolen moment is taken greedily,
but leaves the mind conscious of each moment’s end
and hungry.

it’s the feeling you get only at twilight;
something about the moon in your lover’s hair,
and your smile in your lover’s eyes, framed by soft brown lashes
and pure adoration.
his kiss caresses the back of your mind like a whisper
as you drift to sleep in the arms that were made
to carry you.

by Laura Pye

Can you run forever?
I have seen some who have
In a never ending race
To outrun their past
All the lies they have told
Can make them run fast
And maybe a few will make it
To the end of their life
Never stopping even once
Never looking back twice
But I'm sure most will stop
Well before the end
Then they must turn around
And try to make amends

by Mutant Man

  
Have you ever heard,
of an apple split or a banana pie?
Yes I think their something wrong,
that needs to be denied.
  
Banana vs apple, 
is this the way it is?
Why haven't I relized it,
before what did I miss?
  
Have you ever wondered what
 the consequences could be?
Leaving apples with banana's,
its fatal don't you see!
  
Make a separate shelf 
in your pretty little fridge
make sure they don't build contact,
for example a small bridge.
  
Make sure you remember this poem, 
ever time you shop
Then hopefully this war,
will come to a stop!

By Shae Copperhead

Sometimes I feel bad
Walking past the panhandlers
And only giving them my change
When I damn well know
That I could give them
A lot more
One of these days
I'm just going to
Dump my wallet into
Somebodys hands
And if you ever see 
Me on the corner
With my hands stretched out
I hope you'll do the same
  
Most people think 
That an addict
Is somebody who
Uses hard drugs everyday
Because he cant help himself
Most people have their
Coffee machines set on timers
And dont even think about it
    
I see people everyday
Who lead their lives
Without asking 
Too many questions
I hope that will
Never happen to me
But sometimes I find
Myself wondering
If that would
Really be so bad

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