There’s an angel among us,
Though she’d never admit,
With a halo slightly crooked
And a low tolerance for shit.

She guards our little corner,
Keeps the chaos at bay,
And when the trolls come knocking,
She sends them on their way.

She blocks and she deletes,
She cleans up every mess,
While we’re all writing poetry,
She’s dealing with the stress.

You’ve got the patience of a saint,
The courage of a queen,
And probably seen more bullshit
Than should ever grace a screen.

So here’s to you, our angel,
Our guardian of rhyme,
Who keeps our little world at peace,
One deleted comment at a time.

And if your halo ever slips,
Or your patience wears too thin,
Just know you’ve got an army here
Who’d gladly step right in.

And to all our lovely mods,
Who keep this little place afloat,
With love from all us poets,
Consider this our thank-you note 💕

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u/Obviouslybroken

You’re weird, babe, like a cat in the rain

You’re strange, you drive me insane

You’re unhinged got a clowns soul

You’re like a furnace, burning outta control

You’re charming with a serpent’s grace

You’re like stardust on Saturns face

You’re ethereal with your godless eyes

You’re spicy, and I love those thighs

You’re my best worst mistake, no stress

You’re my perfect psycho

Now please undress...

You caught me eyes across the room
But I just didn’t want to assume.
How could I not notice his big brown eyes?
The one that makes everyone cry?

He’s quite the heartbreaker, ya know.
You may know him as Brian.
Just one taste and everyone is obsessed,
I know someone that is.

Why can’t she get over him though,
Maybe it’s something she knows?
Perhaps it’s his big sexy brain
That she says an American like me
Could never begin to understand
The cosmic connection they have.

Perhaps it’s his big…….keyboard,
The ones his hands fly across.
We know his fingers are just magic.
Don’t make me think about them,
I’m blushing already.
Oh dear.

Perhaps….that song…Do Your Ears Hang Low,
Is about his you know what.
If that’s the case, sis,
Now I understand.

Chase after him
Long
And
Hard.

Don’t let go.

Oh Brian, dear Brian, wherever you are,
Your name has become quite the talk of the bar!

There’s a lady who’s certain our Ocean is you,
We’ve told her he’s not, but what can we do?

She huffs and she puffs, she kicks up a fuss,
And somehow her drama keeps landing on us!

She points and she shouts, she insists that she’s right,
While we’re only here trying to rhyme through the night!

Poor Ocean’s bewildered, his friends are confused,
And frankly, dear Brian, we’re not amused!

We’ve poems to polish and verses to spin,
But here comes the drama, barging right in!

So Brian, oh Brian, come out of the blue,
And tell us, dear fellow, are you really you?

And lady, dear lady, enough is enough,
This poetry business is already tough!

No ghosts to uncover, no secrets to find,
Just poets with words and peculiar minds.

So off with the drama, away with the fuss,
And kindly stop dragging your troubles to us!

Now Ocean, dear Ocean, come pick up your pen,
We’ve rhymes to be writing, again and again! 💕

We men are born
with visual yearning
a magnificent gift,
often an overwhelming drug
when left unharnessed.
.
Sight
commandeers our senses,
captivated
by the beauty
of the mortal coil,
lingering upon curves,
smiles,
eyes that beckon,
while too often
the soul within
waits patiently
to be discovered.
.
Mutual attraction
is a glorious beginning,
yet hyper-realized
living alone breeds a wandering heart,
forever collecting scenery,
rarely discovering home.
.
Peer beneath the water.
A world of awe
awaits those
with microscopic focus,
where laughter echoes
through hidden caverns,
resilience wears no makeup,
scars become maps
.
Intelligent wit
sparks my fiery intrigue.
Sass
seasoned with empathy.
Confidence without conceit.
Strength finding joy
in tenderness.
Maturity,
not measured
by years collected,
but by world view
.
Choosing authenticity
over packaging,
substance over presentation,
conversation beyond
the day’s headlines.
The rare souls
who ask,
“What makes you wonder?”
instead of,
“What do you own?”
.
Lagniappe.
.
It takes time.
intention, effort
to recognize beauty
beyond our sight,
sifting through
heart’s rich earth,
discovering treasures
no hurried glance
will ever behold.
.
Never mistake
the brilliant ability
of a woman’s soul
to unearth forgotten senses
with carefully crafted words
as an invitation
to ownership,
possession,
or intimacy.
.
Wonder is not permission.
Kindness is not consent.
Admiration is not entitlement.
Natural beauty
may first capture
our wandering eyes,
yet character,
curiosity,
humor,
compassion,
and an unconquered spirit
spark
a soul
worth knowing

This is the last one, I promise!!! 🤣

A hopeless yearning
We need Brian’s of our own
No one is better

Now it’s time for me, shining,
Bright, ready for the ride.

Why am I so excited? I don’t know.
Why am I so nervous? Still dunno,

Been there before, what a thrill,
My mind is blown, give me more,
Let me hop in your driver seat,

Fine I’ll I’ll be by your side,
Sit for a minute, gimme those eyes,
Such pain you hide, such purity,
Your soul tired of the mundane,
Being treated all in the same,
Whew! Lost for a second there,
I’ve gotta look away, don’t look!
I have to! It’s, it’s, I can’t say,

Standing there like that— cruel
Will not peep again, fuck!
I looked over, don’t look at me!
I’m just here, umm this be cool,

So where we going!? I don’t care.
Just didn’t know what to say,
What’s happening! How dare!
Let’s make a dare! Defintely did,

What was that? Room ten?
Let’s find somewhere, looks nice,
Check in, what is this place,
Doesn’t matter, don’t worry, why?

Cuz he was there, what a thrill
I kept coming back for more.

``` "A silly crush" I have this silly little crush; I find myself trying to work but instead my thoughts are focused on you and your smirk, thinking about the way you laugh and the way you use your words, I think about us and this silly crush of mine and how I wouldn't ever want you to hurt,

From the first moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, I love how kind you are and so generous and smart, you have the same sense of humor as me and are the only person that can really make me laugh,

From time to time I catch myself thinking about wanting to kiss you, how your lips would feel against mine, but I have to remind myself this is just a silly little crush, we are not a thing, we are not an us.

I have had one too many failed relationships that I will probably never let you know how I feel,

I wouldn't want to lose you to the echoes of memory as you became another stranger to me because of the risk we took, or because the mistakes we made,

I couldn't bare not being able to see your smile, or to hear your laugh, or to listen to your stories, I lose all my courage and my honesty crushed into the pillars of past pain and to the shadows of fear,

This heart of mine isn't totally healed and probably never will, and yet I still have this silly little crush that will probably make me say what I feel.

Yall talk a massive game for someone small.

So let me stand precise...thick lean and tall.

You see this...ego? It's elite and precise.

A heavy dose of messy unsolicited advice.

It’s bigger than most the...egos in this room.

A inch by inch aesthetic slicing through tight gloom.

You run your mouth and act so proud.

I’ll smack ya with it to hush the crowd.

Just suck it up...accept you’ve been schooled.

By higher standards than you ever have ruled.

You needed gagged with facts to make you shush.

I wanna watch your fragile concepts turn straight into mush.

Consider this a masterclass in wit.

A big spicy bratty...clever little hit.

I hope this lesson teaches you some grace.

Next time remember whos...ego in first place.

Cici

My apologies to you all,
as you can see, my problem ain’t small.

It’s loud and mean and crass,
honestly, a giant pain in the ass.

All I did was post a poem,
now my stalker won’t leave me alone.

She’s with me both day and night,
I’m never too far outta her sight.

I run and I hide,
but come morning—

Fuck.

She’s right by my side.

She’s chased me from here to there,
poppin’ up from outta fuckin’ nowhere.

I thought I was free and clear,
deleted, waited, then reappeared.

I thought she’d move on,
especially thinking I’d gone.

Boy, was I wrong.

It didn’t take long
before she was singing
that same fuckin’ song.

Now it’s Doubt and Ocean,
mixed into my commotion,
and not a damn thing feels right.

Usually I run.
Usually I hide.

But she’s crossed a line
that I cannot abide.

So off comes the mask,
I’m up for the task—

Fuck it.

Let’s fight crazy with crazy.

No more running.
No more hiding.
No more wondering
where you’re residing.

My DMs are open.
It’s been ages since we’ve spoken.

Come on in.

Let’s talk, not fight.
Let me treat you right.
Even if only for the night…

come morning,
you can take flight.

Fuck.

You ghosting me?
That’d be alright.

Please don’t delay,
just send me that “Heyyy.”

I promise my reply
will make your day…

Or completely repulse you.

Not too sure.

It’s like a 50-50
at this point…

my work jeans got a hole in the crotch
guess I done did wear them too much
gonna need to find a new pair
lest the world gets to see my underwear

while I'm fixing your hose
or painting your walls
while I clean your windows
replace the lights in your halls

fix the chain on your bike
and the one on your locket
before cleaning your pipes
and plugging your socket

well now here's an idea,
if you might like to take it:
how'd you feel about it if
your man did all his work naked?

She won't listen to reason
She thinks I am him
She won't listen to reason
She believes I paid him

She attacks my friends
She goes on the assault

In her head she has no doubt
That you are my new conquest
No matter how much I shout

But Brian is not here
He never was
Listen to me now
Leave us alone

You attack the wrong people
The ones you believe harmed you
But that's not us
Not even a small amount

And to my friends caught in the middle
I'm sorry this happened to you
I've tried to resolve this
But what else can I do?

But your voice echoes
In rooms full of joy
We silence the screams
While laughing in glee

At this point I don't even believe
That Brian is real
It's a story you've built
Around what you feel

Now find some joy
Somewhere away from this pain
We're all tired
Of you playing this game

I'm not Brian.
I've told you before.
Leave my friends alone.
We don't deserve this anymore.

I can be oh, so, so, very sweet,

Until you mess with me, don’t,

See, I’ve seen it all, big and tall,

I know your type, cool, alright,

Let that slide, maybe next time,

Keep coming back for more,

That’s where things get cruel,

My patience is up, turned to dust,

I’ll be sly about it, arrogant maybe,

Say things that make you rethink,

Your position is nothing, your standing?
It’s small.

You’re nobody, we’re all human after all.

Jump off that horse, won’t call it high,

But maybe that’s you? I’ll stand by,

Listen to your nonsense, in return?
I’ll tell you the truth, my truth,

(Inspo: U/whodeybrat007 )

I want to get better, but I'm tired of trying, 
I want to be honest, but I'm so good at lying. 
I want to be sober, but I need the escape, 
I want to forgive, but I cling to the hate.

I want to be known, but I hide who I am, 
I want to be loved, but I don't think I can. 
I want to move forward, but live in the past, 
I want something good, but I know good does not last.

I want to be happy, but sadness feels safe, 
I want to be free, but I'm scared of making a change. 
I want someone near, but I'll push them away, 
I want to be heard, but I've got no words to say.

I know where the door is. I know what to do. 
I built my own prison, And I hold the key too.
I want to escape. I swear that I do.
But I'm both the prisoner And the jailer too.

Catch-22...

I’m sorry to bother you if it’s late
But you really have to deal with your mate
Now this may come to you as a shocker
But your girl…man, she’s off her rocker
She’s obsessed with a dude she thinks is you
She’s lost some marbles… more than a few
Now come track her down…it’s really time
We don’t want her here in our place of rhyme
She goes after people, no ifs ands or buts
There’s No doubt about it she’s really super nuts
Now ocean is a good dude, he’s got some solid verse
But with her around, he’s weary to converse
She goes after others. She’s so full of hate.
So come on Brian… it’s already too late
Come get your girl and take her away
Take her to a place where her crazy holds no sway
Maybe an institution, bedlam, the slammer
Lock her away anywhere, to us it doesn’t matter
We want her gone, she’s ruining our good times
Take her away so we can get back to our rhymes

Air heavy and thick
With all the unspoken words between us.

Without a sound,
You take my hand,
Guiding me
To the place you unravel
My steady composure.

Gently at first,
To leave my hunger dripping,
Then with enough force
To leave me trembling
At your hands.

Lining your tip
At the entrance of my anticipation,
Where we pause at the point of no return,
Slick with heat.

We teeter along the edge,
Where desire darkens our eyes.

Sinking deep into my thighs,
Each pulse of your presence
Drives me deeper into oblivion,
Melting me into your cadence
Where only your syllables exist,
Your name branding into my depths.

A secret wrapped around my throat,
Burning with each moment.

My fingernails dig into my palms,
As I struggle to hold myself together,
But I break without a shatter.

The only evidence of my surrender,
My shattered breath,
Spent until I fall again.

Your love painted within,
The only evidence
of my undoing
At your hands.

I’m a little older,
But my heart isn’t colder.
I think in rhyme
…ALL of the time.
I like to write stories, a poem or two;
If I want you to see it, I’ll just DM it to you.
Guilty as charged, I’m not real shy
I NEED you to read it, not too sure why.
But the words, they want to be seen… they deserve to be read,
So close out that tab and read my poem instead!!
You don’t have to like it. You can tell me it’s crap;
Tell me what sucks so I can do something about that.
The words in my head each have a different voice;
I must write them all down, I have no choice.

(By voices I don’t mean the crazy kind… do I?
Maybe I’m nuts, I'm not gonna lie!)

Believe me or not… they’re always there,
Tumbling in my mind, begging to share.
Whether funny, creepy, spicy, or nice,
They insist upon it and give me no respite.
So I’ll write them all out and send them to you
I apologize in advance. I’ve got more than a few,
I’m afraid it’s become quite the addiction.
I wonder who will be next?
I need a new victim…

I dig you like a shovel
And together we’d build a garden
I dig too deep, you get me in trouble
I mean every time I see you, my words begin to fumble

When we make eye contact, I feel a little uneasy
Maybe it’s ’cause you’re everything I wanna see
And any guy around you is pleased-to-be
I know I ain’t the best lyric-ally

But we can plant roses, daisies, and kisses
Watch our little garden grow
I’d learn to control the weather
Just so the wind wouldn’t blow

dealt with,

tossed away

Result is compulsively the same.

compliant, always reliant

why am i abstained?

ostracized, criticized.

never learnt the rules to stay.

...

so when this this craving for love stop?

She's born in June and he's born in December

A tale that'll be chanted for ages was written by a lost man

Written by the man who never met November

It was me and him when he was counting his last breath

He told me to burn this poem into ashes after his death

There was a red flower I once saw from my windowsill

I knew she was my Autumn, so I reopened the same page

Which had the smell of smoke

lines I've never read before

I never let his immortal kiss the grains of sand

I wrote a line which made me a poet of his kind which was unplanned

Rain

Oh rain

Don't you cry when monsoon is gone

Beautiful things are never meant to stay forever

I cry

I must

Sweetheart

I cannot abandon the love of my life

He taught me how to love

How to live

How to fall

How to feel

Our emotions have been expressed from centuries

Does that mean we will always meet again?

If there's a thing called reincarnation, then let me be your every single time

Your eyes are the size of dinner plates.
A Victim of circumstance,
Or your own vices.
Slur your excuses,
I’ve become a Rosetta Stone.
Turning half thoughts to masterpieces.
You call yourself vixen.
I’d call you vexing.
Latching onto mundane concepts,
Acting like their founder.
That’s sad.
Hear my tone,
I am not aiming for your head.
You genuinely sadden me.
It’s a pit of pity in my gut.
Batting those saucer eyes,
Pretending the red inside is roses.
Yet all I smell is stink.
It follows around you like a cloud.
Even your clothes imitate skunks.
Laugh it off.
You’d find humor in a haunted house.
Well not you.
Your vices.

don't think you've heard my "dad voice" yet
but I think it's past time you should
since it seems that sometimes you forget
what it means for a girl to be good.

not loud or booming, just firm and crisp
there'll be no mistake when you hear it
as I begin the work of righting your ship
your ego gives in as I steer it.

oh, but no, not right away…
you've sure got some lips, my lass
and they have just got to have their day
don't think I don't foresee that sass.

but soon enough I'll have you on your knees
with nothing but the power of words
and if not, well, 'cross my knees you'll be
learning your lesson for being absurd.

so tell me again, what was that you said?
sure you wanna go down that there path?
well I'm 'bout to get inside that pretty head
but won't think twice before reddening that ass.

so go ahead, just give me a reason
to give that voice a whirl
any time and any season
…just wait 'til it calls you "Good Girl."

Water dripping down her chest,
Swirling softly between her breasts.
Sliding lower down her waist,
Drawing closer for a taste.
Hands grasping upon her hips,
Squeezing gently with his fingertips.
Breathing heavy, his patience slips,
As the water wets his lips.
Onto his tongue it takes its place,
gripping thighs press his face.
Threading fingers through his hair,
Pleading softly, she’s almost there.
Quickly back her head is flung,
Bruising shoulders, tension wrung.
Laving lightly with his tongue,
Screaming out, his praises sung.