Open-Mic-Poetry

The faeries and elves Steal a changeling child on A midsummer's night. Titania and Oberon, The lovers, Mechanicals.

Twenty years 10 million minutes, in 7 thousand and 300 days. That’s a lot of moments, no matter what anyone says. Months 240, with seven quarter, hundred thousand hours. In that time you gained, All these skills and powers. Forty plus one thousand, Weeks of seven long. Ever moving forward, Reminiscing with a song. Two decades and four lustrums, Reason to celebrate per tradition. Yet on a day-to-day basis, One doesn’t notice the transition. Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 11-10-2023

tiny cuts into lacerations take what you want from me leave nothing behind but a whisper of misery

The feeling of tender lips that gently touch each other And hands that softly glide over bodies Laughing and crying together Loving embraces All in memory Faded, forgotten The feeling of a tender kiss And hands that softly glide over bodies What was that again? German version: Das Gefühl von zarten Lippen, die einander sacht berühren Und Hände, die sanft über Körper streichen Gemeinsames Lachen und Weinen Liebevolle Umarmungen Alles in Erinnerungen Verblasst, Vergessen Das Gefühl von einem zarten Kuss und Händen, die über Körper streichen Wie war das noch gleich?

Autumn wheeze Sniffing, wheezing, cough galore. In the train you hear it all the more. Far from safe, the travellers be, Also at work, in school, nowhere to flee! Coinciding with chilly autumn breeze. Aerosols flying, propelled with a whirling sneeze. Following a rampantly random trajectory. Uneasy, slimy, your distance, keep it please. Perhaps what I need is: a protective dome. Steer clear of me, or better yet: Work from your comfy home! Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 14-10-2022

feeling of nails on chalkboard screech; scream for me and me alone, just wanting, longing a vibrant emotion I can't live without, hold me close in the end and tell me it will all be over soon

Come out, come out and play, they always say, With eager, smiling faces shining bright: It must be sad to live your lonely way. No doubt your world is dull and drab and grey, But if you let us help, we'll bring you light: Come out, come out and play, they always say. Come out, come out, it's fun, don't shy away, For we know best, now don't put up a fight: It must be sad to live your lonely way. The best years of your life, day after day, Are wasted in a dark and endless night: Come out, come out and play, they always say. Come out, come out, we won't lead you astray, We promise, little hermit, we won't bite. It must be sad to live your lonely way. There is but one approved technique that may Achieve the heights of pleasure and delight: Come out, come out and play, they always say, It must be sad to live your lonely way.

empty shell filled with butterflies, beautiful liar; the mysterious whisper just where you almost couldn't hear hot air fills my lungs, scream softly "I'm just tired."

stuck in a depressive trance I want to give myself a fighting chance, my final olive branch I'll get up early, take care of my needs, work on my hobbies, do good deeds even let old wounds bleed And when I've been at it a while a beautiful soul living in her own style maybe then I'll crack a smile

I'm an addict for love feel the heat of a moth growing closer to flame my wings already kissed by growing fire. I live for the warmth, even as I burn alive