Dear Friend by YuJu

Dear friend,
it is so dark out here.
You have asked me
why I'm not gone to bed yet?

I'm happy that you have looked after me,
but
maybe you don't understand
and maybe you won't understand.
And you still don't understand
although I have explained it to you.

You just called me philosophy master.
Then you wanted me to go to sleep. 

Newcomers by Doreen

We are all newcomers on this ancient rock,
This granite shield of life and latitude.
Your way to roam with the herd, the seasons,
Watch for the signs,
Ours to impose our tribal order,
Dismembering the nation before.
A purple burble of hurt, written in blood and stone,
A history too painful to bear,
Atonement a dream.

A Red, Red Rose by Leonid (Love Poems on the Underground)

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

A poem for the future by Tilda

She has long hair and wears
Suede but her social appetite
Won't fill her days.
A lark sings, skies split but she
Won't ever get to see it.
Memories of a past because her
Present isn't present.
Monuments have moved with her
Phone in her back pocket.

A Postcrosser's Ode to Margaret Rutherford, the original "Miss Marple" by revode

An amateur detective,
I've faced all kinds of crimes;
From London to the countryside,
I've solved them many times.
I use my magnifying glass
to search for every clue;
From China, France, and Canada,
Madagascar, too;
I question every subject,
interview them all,
From Sweden, Brazil, Mexico,
Italy, Nepal;
But finally I scuba-dived
Aussie's Great Barrier Reef;
and finally solved the mystery
Of my missing teeth!