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 2375° 
Sadique
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
 1872° 
Ciel Noir
the cage that I am in
is made of fear

you turn your head away
I am still here

and in the night
I bet you hear me scream

I bet you feel my terror
when you dream

I am your shadow
I am here to stay

I am you
I will never go away

LET ME OUT

let me fly
let me be free

I will not rest
until I find the key
 1107° 
n
XI • VI • MMXXIV

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blood drips.
i can feel it on my fingertips,
i can taste it on your lips.

how did we get here?
i am drowning in fear.
there's no escape plan near.

they keep taking.
a nightmare waking.
we keep breaking.

the air is thickening,
gunshots quickening,
this is all so sickening.

blood pools.
genocide fuels.
american jewels.
* ♡ ⋆° ‘ * ✩⋆˚ ‘ *♡ ⋆° ‘ * ✩⋆
bad day to be a halfway decent person, huh?

i am so tired of screaming into silence. all we have is each other.

show up for people.
be kind, be good.
love hard.
always.
_
 694° 
onlylovepoetry
when you love,
you’re a country,
pierced by daily border
exchanged crossings,
to your closest neighbor
and though,
one rerun~returns home by night,
to your prior defining borderlines,

somehow
the externals of the container has
had its internality's modified

for the lines that prior defined
have altered
by passing the
point of prior,
now by thousands of
tiny holes breaching the
thickened protective lining,
by love punches ‘n kisses of
pinprick punctures
the resistance,
pulverized
<>
you are changed,
new language combos spoken,
embrace another with a
bilingual tonguing,
a real treat
to entreat each other and
that hyphen,
that little tiny
linear
~
punctuation mark is
reflecting your creativity of a
Singular Duality

it is mark that
speaks to a new
U~no individuality,
blended and connected

somehow a duo of
someone’s pulverized lines
forms a single stronger
chord

first a puncture
then a patching
finally
an adhesion pleasuring
and a new working word:

composite

the opposite
of
opposite
12:39AM
11/14-24
 411° 
Thirty Nine
You asked me for a hundred dollars
And like a dog I ran to get it for you
Counting the few bills and coins I had
I would do anything to keep you happy
I’d rip my heart out of my chest if another man broke your heart
But now you don’t even consider me family
Vent? Idk I’m just talking
 391° 
Sarthak Gupta
Awful times, to-do list overflows, yet nothing feels worth doing.
 257° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 233° 
Kindinheart
Eyes of brown , lips of pink
Hair of golden strands
Eyebrows dark in a curving arc
And a smile to light up the day
A loving heart and caring soul
Kindness in abundance
Special
 222° 
Leora Llewyn
I’m chasing shadows
That can never be caught
You’re hanging in gallows
Hoping life can be bought
Maybe if you never look my way
We’ll never know it’s not enough
 208° 
Gee
365
It’s been a year.

Is that a new freckle?
I ask, engaged in a battle
with a mark on your forehead.

I know you inside out.
Always been so vivid,
even in the depth of it.

Now I brace,
your words armed with knives.

I’ve always had this.

Throat of stone.
That vivid memory -
it’s consumed me for years now
slowly starting to slip,
forgotten.

you,

forgotten.
 180° 
Carla
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I have drank from the sacred cup, tainting it with the atrocities of my mind.
Forgive me.
For I give you my life today and confess my faith in your son.
I dread the loss of heaven and fear the agonies of hell
Forgive me father
For I am not truly seeking forgiveness.
I have every intention of sinning again.
Letting it's sweet taste fill me up,
Allowing me to drink from the cup and experience salvation once more.
 171° 
Friends for Dinner
Every bit and every key
Everything that makes me "me"

Validation via screen
Validation via stream

A proxy heart
And virtual veins
Code information
To my brain

Burn down the walls
Or let me climb
Type truth to form
And shape my mind

As cord's to board
So is root to tree
This light is so bright
That I can't see

Glitching bits and corrupted keys
Validate me or I'll scream

Constitute my myocene
Validation via screen
We each contain components which we would rather reject. One of mine feels the deep desire to know the approval of strangers. I do not like this, but it is the truth.

Rather than removing and rejecting the urge, I am choosing to embrace and integrate it, with the hope that it may someday grow into a healthier version of itself. With the help and kindness of friends, I believe this is an attainable goal.

I seek external validation too earnestly because I was taught, incorrectly, that only fools are pleased with themselves. If it does not come from another, if it is only true to you; how can it be agreed upon as 'real'? This idea put me in a position that made it advantageous to try and understand the wants and needs of other people. Which is not, itself, an innoble goal, of course. The major issue that I have with it is that I've widely done so in order to help myself, rather than aiming for the obviously more thoughtful alternative.

Someday my Validation Machine will be addressed by another name, as her function will swing toward kinder things. I look forward to this day. But until then, a plugged-in and needy being, I must, for now, remain.
 163° 
fish-sama
"your smile hid the teeth that made your lovers bleed"
 154° 
Prettyboyfloyd
To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.

For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old  for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.

But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.

Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.

Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.
Erato
 146° 
Isaac
when eventually I come to pass
I pray that they rip me from limb to limb
such as a flower sheds its petals
and that I may be more beautiful in death
than I ever was in life

for we only see the vibrant rose
in the fading colours of having been plucked
 144° 
Mitch Prax
Love can make
you feel so vulnerable
yet so safe.
Love is indeed
the biggest
paradox
of life.
 144° 
nivek
in the Universe of our minds
-it is easy to feel lost

that so a grounding is called for
-a coming back to Earth

to the moment-
Privileged Earthling Moments.
 142° 
Vivi
he's here

and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow
 136° 
Liana
Cold and tired
But I'm covered and can't sleep
Sad and angry
But I won't let myself scream or weep
 136° 
Roxy
Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."
 134° 
Valentin Eni
I cannot believe
she is not,
at all,
an angel.
Analysis of “About Woman”

Theme:

The poem reflects on the idealization of women, blending admiration and disbelief. It presents the speaker’s refusal to accept that a woman could be anything less than angelic, elevating her to a near-divine status. The theme explores the tension between reality and idealization, encapsulating the human tendency to see perfection in what is loved.

Tone and Structure:

The tone is respectful, reflective, and quietly emphatic. Its brevity and minimal structure emphasize the depth of the speaker’s sentiment, distilling complex emotions into a few impactful words. The lack of embellishment mirrors the purity of the admiration expressed.

Imagery and Meaning:

“I cannot believe “: This line conveys the speaker’s internal struggle, suggesting denial and hope as if rejecting any notion that contradicts their ideal.
“She is not, at all, an angel”: The central metaphor equates the woman with an angel, symbolizing perfection, purity, and otherworldly grace. The negation adds dramatic tension, intensifying the speaker’s conviction.
The absence of detailed imagery allows the reader to project their interpretation of the angelic qualities being attributed.

Message:

The poem suggests that admiration, especially for a woman, can elevate her to an almost mythical status. It highlights the emotional tendency to idealize, focusing on the speaker’s unshakable belief in the woman’s goodness and transcendence.

Conclusion:

“About Woman” is a minimalist yet profound meditation on love and idealization. Its simplicity invites readers to reflect on how they perceive and elevate those they admire, while its open-ended nature leaves space for personal interpretation. The poem’s brevity amplifies its emotional resonance, making it intimate and universal.
 133° 
Vishnu R
हवा में था गानों की सुर, पर मेरे कानों में उसकी ही आवाज़,
आसमान में चांद का नूर, पर सिर्फ उसका चेहरा लगी मुमताज़।

हुआ था इश्क पहले ही उस फ़रिश्ते से, पर नहीं माना मेरा दिमाग़,
क़बूल आज हुआ है मुझे, ज़ोर से जलाया उसने जो ऐ दिल की आग।

इस मरीज़-ए-इश्क को बन गई थी वो दवा,
अब हमारे इत्तेहाद को होगा ख़ुदा गवाह।
The air carried the melody of songs, but in my ears was only her voice,
The moonlight graced the sky, but her face alone seemed most exquisite.

I had fallen for that angel long ago, yet my mind refused to accept it,
Today I confess, she ignited with force the fire in my heart.

For this patient of love, she became the cure,
Now, our union shall be witnessed by God.
 122° 
Maria Mitea
Spreads sun atoms all over the place,
It feels like the planet will soon stop moving.
The wind, like a baby, is playing
                      -  is building staircases from leaves,
It spins them around, then rests.
Trows seeds in the air: oak nuts, mushrooms
and tears,
                and, like fainted lovers in the night,
Waits for a harvest of snowflakes
 117° 
Peter Garrett
I often think about
How he took you to
That filthy motel and
Made you bleed just
So that he wouldn't
One of my best friends got pregnant when she was a teenager. She was very scared, but wanted the child anyway. Yet her ******* boyfriend (the father) took her to a motel and made her do an abortion.
She never recovered and took her life within a year... no woman should be forced to do an abortion. Just as any woman should be forbidden to do one.
 117° 
Ramir
Am i lost again?
Clarity will you find me?
Vows, I held to yours.
 116° 
ana
What do I have to do to get you to notice me?
Change my hair, the way I walk?
My clothes, the way I talk?
We've known each other for some time now,
Yet I'm still invisible to you.
My feelings run deep and how
I wish you only knew.
I see your face every time I close my eyes.
To me, you just seem so different from the other guys.
To you, I'm just a friend,
Nothing more, nothing less.
I settle for friendship in the end
Because I don't want to make a mess.
Instead, I'll keep my secret to myself
And take my pride back off the shelf.
Until one day you finally see
That you and I were meant to be.
I'll wait for now but not too long
Because sooner or later I'll be gone.
So when will you notice me?
it hurts when they dont notice you but they notice your friends and other people...
 113° 
Maria Etre
Someone told me
"love looks at decent
ones "

I nodded, sighed, and smirked
but love
made me
like
this

Unleashed my curls
broke my walls
shattered
my people-pleasing
sharpened my poetry
silenced my loud voice
widened my eyes
encouraged my heart
undressed my façade
made me dance naked
in the face of judgement,
sing the songs of truth
and fall in love with
all things wrong
right, left, ugly, beautiful
and gave strength
to the choice that
always stood in the back
but now takes center stage

"Love left me right",
"Love leaving, made me write"
I replied
*Right, write!
 112° 
Snow red fox
Sitting in the dark dark room,
in the corner of my mind,
in the corner of the room where the shadows loom.

The rivers of salty water flow down the river styx that guides me thru the end.
The boat is floating and flowing with screams of the unfortunate and unforgiving as the death rows thru the gates of the end.
But the end is never truly the end.

Shadow people twist their dark grins in forms that hurts,
the death is hanging over my shoulder whispering,
urging me to torment my broken mind until it falls and becomes theirs.

Theirs, theirs like a thing or a toy or like a match that isn’t destroyed.

From dust we come to dust we go, what’s the point of life, if we must die?
Reflection over the life of an individual and the fascination over afterlife
 111° 
Xio
As I lie there, I felt my thoughts going blank, the pain was excruciating, the air was freezing, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel my arms, legs, hands, and fingers. my eyes were closed, yet I see a flash of light, and memories after memories just flash before my eyes. Every smile, every cry, my greatest achievements, my darkest moments...

I lay there feeling the presents of many people trying to help me, but nothing was going to work, death has reached me, and that's one thing you can’t stop from happening... I felt the blood run down my face as I breathed my last breath...

The memories stopped flashing, my heart stopped racing, the light that once was shining bright darkened as it turned black... I finally closed my eyes for the last time ever, as I heard the chilling words...

“Shes gone...”
 93° 
Seren
I had always loved myself until I met you.
Then I started giving all my love to you.
It was too late when I realized that no love was left for myself.
You were so loved by me and you.
I was loved by none.
 84° 
PatrickHertveld
Remember remember
To never surrender

To fear nor grim weather
Poor down in together

Remember remember
To never surrender

To hate nor the latter
Judges who matter

Remember remember
To never surrender

To mute love tender
Ever sweet surrender
 78° 
Kundai N
The earth revolves around the sun
The moon revolves around the earth
Your life revolves around the night moon
And my love revolves around you
 77° 
Lumin Guerrero
You're so far away
But then, I realize that
The stars are farther
 70° 
Jeremy Betts
My rock bottom
A bottomless pit
Terminal velocity reached
Left waiting for the floor to hit
All I can recall is the fall
I ready myself for the reality bit
Until I reach bottom
I can't pick myself up from it

©2024
 66° 
Dru
I see them Politicians in their Lair
They plot and scheme
Tall tales they tell
Many have fallen under their spell
Because of them many well up
Soon they will lie in the Lair
 64° 
Doe
She, in his eyes, is no art
She, in her eyes, is the water in the cup
She wont be your mother
She wont make you a father
She'll give you milk to fill your cart
She wont help you when it falls apart
NURSE SHARKS ARE SO
CUTE
 61° 
Walid Abdallah
تحت المطر، حيث الأحلام تُمزَّق،
يخفق قلب فلسطين، منهكًا ومعتق.
عبر حقول الألم، حيث الظلال تسري،
أطفال الأمل ينامون رغم المأسي.
شجرة الزيتون تهمس، ثابتة وجليلة،
جذورها تحكي حكايا العصور الطويلة.
الأرض تصبر على كل دمعة وأنين،
تحت سماء داكنة، تراقب الحنين.
ضحكات خافتة، وإن كانت نائية،
تذكر العالم بزرعهم، أمانيهم الباقية.
بين الأنقاض، يمشون بوقار وثبات،
أملٌ راسخ لا تزعزعه الأزمات.
القمر يشهد، والنجوم تصطفُّ،
تقود دعاء فلسطين الذي يُرفّ.
مع كل دمعة تُروى بها الرمال،
تزهر وعدًا يعيد حقًا للأوطان.
يا فلسطين، لن يستسلم روحك أبدًا،
مصيرك منقوش، رغم كل العدا.
أطفالك سينهضون، صوتك سيعلو،
والسلام سيعود إلى شطآنك الأسمى.
رغم العواصف، ورغم طول الليالي،
قلبك ينبض قويًا، بإيمان لا يبالي.
تهدم الملاجئ، لكن الأرواح لا تنكسر،
عزيمة الحرية في كل قلب تُدثَّر.
شجرة الزيتون تقف، وإن كانت جريحة،
رمز للصمود، قوة صريحة.
في ظلال الجدران، يبنون أغاني،
للعدالة والسلام، لإنهاء المعاني.
يا فلسطين، ستنهض حكايتك الخالدة،
مكتوبة في نجوم السماء الممتدة.
 61° 
Skepticalmind
A forgotten world,
A nameless place,
The wind murmuring forgotten words,
Time refusing to move on.

A promised land,
Now a grave,
Let me bask under your star-filled sky one last time,
Let me breathe your poisoned air,
Addictive and suffocating,
Burning my eyes,
Making my skin tingle,
Spreading like wildfire.
Let me fall,
Like an unknown warrior
On your tender ground,
Drowning into nothingness,
Between the borders of death and life,
A haven of lost dreams,
A universe of forgotten whispers.
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