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 1428° 
Twisted Poet
I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
 407° 
Barbara R Maxwell
In the end
Light wins over dark
Love over hate
Goodness over evil
Freedom over oppression
Truth over lies
Integrity over corruption
Right over wrong
Kindness over cruelty
Healing over pain
Love is powerful energy
It can change the world
In an instant
Light up the world
With one small act
It can make a difference
 374° 
Bard
Wish I'd see dead people
Instead of all this evil
 296° 
Ash
im looking for a fighter...
im looking for someone to say
love you too
because ive been alone too long now..
and my pain only grows stronger
and my love grows longer
this is what it feels like to be single and looking
 280° 
Juliana
How do I tell him
That heโ€™s the best thing thatโ€™s ever happened to me
And that I love him
Cause I really do love him
And have never met anyone like him ever before
When he wonโ€™t even talk to me
 242° 
apricot
i wanna scream
and shout
and let it all out
 208° 
alex
Iโ€™m bored now.
I donโ€™t want the calm before the storm
I want the storm,
right now.

break me,
burn me,
do whatever,
Iโ€™m ready.
I crave the storm that makes me feel alive again
 178° 
Puppy Dog Pisces
Itโ€™s like swimming through a rainstorm
No thoughts left behind
No wrong turns to guide us
A patient tide unwinds

Your sun is happy magic
Confused and asinine
Puffing through the viscous
Itโ€™ll all be fine

But reality eludes you
Always looking in
You blind yourself to comfort
Life does not begin

If only you could see yourself through baby-caring eyes
Maybe then theyโ€™d tease and mock you
Maybe then youโ€™d be just fine
 177° 
Mrs Timetable
I want to write
A little poetry book
Fitting in my pocket
To carry with me
With five little poems
One for each finger of your hand
Your hand that led me here
My muse
My blues
My cues
My heart tattoos
My infuse
So I will call it YOUs
I'm gonna do it. Watch me.
 170° 
ms hitt
It is beautiful;
was the sky always this blue
and lucid with creme lent away by
the heaven's tears?

It is beautiful;
Were the oceans always this vast
and dark with the mystique of the millennia
chipped away at stone, like a forsaken
mason?

It is beautiful;
Were the peaks and valleys always this detailed
wrinkled with strokes of cosmic paint, ridged like
a sheet of linen?

It is beautiful;
was the sky always as blue as the oceans?
Were the mountains always higher than the waves?
Was the snow always mingling with the clouds?

It is beautiful;
and, what a wonderful world
for us to borrow
for a just moment.
 169° 
Frances Raeburn
I am not sure
I ever smiled
at you
I think
I just grimaced
and you caught
the pain
 168° 
Barton D Smock
Before you were born you listened to your own unrecorded grief

Diagnosed gods
test weapons

Today a tenderness and so on
 160° 
Rhiannon Clayton
If I spread my soul out before you, would you stay, seeing all my light and all my dark?
ย ย -Rhia Clay
 157° 
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                   โ€œI am Going to Call for a Major Investigationโ€ฆโ€

                             -Our Red Queen on Truth [sic] Social


In Wonderland a new oppressive conjuration -  
His name is Major Investigation
Sent at our screaming queenโ€™s instigation
To drag us all down to her police station

Beginning with Kamala, Oprah, and Bono
For somewhat disapproving of him โ€“ oh, no!
The Major will punish their laissez-majesto -
In the name of freedom their heads must go!

(But of course the irony in all this biz
Is that their heads are even larger than his)
 154° 
Kyla
no revenge
only a copy of the poems i wrote of my side of our story
and a bag of the food iโ€™d bought for you
and your hoodie that i was wearing when i ended it
and a lingering sense of loss
because you never asked to read anything i wrote /the hoodie she wore first /and the last, i hope?
 149° 
Raven Kuhn
For the first time,
I hold
and
I see you.
Originally a blackout poem.
 139° 
Digital Melancholy
The air's too dry,
my lips chapped,
but no ordinary balm will do.

Why don't you wear it first,
let it melt into your warmth,
then let me steal it back,

until the taste of your lips
becomes my only addiction.
 130° 
Dency
I'm no longer fighting to be enough.
No longer shrinking to fit small spaces,
Twisting my truth to earn a place.
Iam walking
Towards what already knows Iam light
Toward love that doesn't demand my silence,
Toward peace that doesn't ask me to bleed.
A tender reflection of healing after emotional manipulation.
 119° 
unnamed
he did some magic
pulled a quarter from my ear
told me I was cheap!
 114° 
josef
my love for you, my friend
becomes incarnate like our lord
where he, doing miracles,
opens our hearts and quakes the foundation

my love for you, like his love
for us, opens my heart to your ethereal beauty
and quakes the very foundation of my self

i take thee, my friend, to be my will
quaker undertones
W
 111° 
Salmabanu Hatim
My grandson will be eighteen this July,
He shares a birthday with Mr.Nelson Mandela on the 18th,
He asked me,"Dadi(granny) what is the difference between you and me
My Love, you are the sunrise,
You have to shine  brightly a long  way,
Giving your best to life,
Whilst I am the sunset
Retired,
Both beautiful and unique  in our own ways.
21/5/2025
 103° 
jan oskar hansen
The blues affair

I met her where the light was weakening
an enduring twilight had settled on what
was re-lived in the memory of summer
moving out of the convention, tired leaves
in the soft breeze on its final breath.
We spoke of the past but not of the now
the present didnโ€™t matter.
I saw her as a disappearing holograph
dying in the mist of life lived
past emotions could not awaken
she had gone to a place I could not follow
as her face was erased.
 97° 
Rose
if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.
I'd wait for him in every lifetime
 93° 
Cadmus Elissa
๐Ÿšช

If your past knocks,
donโ€™t answer.

Itโ€™s not here to talk

itโ€™s here to wreck
what took you years
to rebuild.

Let it knock.
Let it wait.
Let it rot.

Just donโ€™t forget:
some doors
are better sealed
forever.
This piece is a reminder that not every return deserves a welcome. The past, especially the parts youโ€™ve outgrown, often carries the power to unravel healing. Strength lies not in revisiting, but in refusing to regress.
 81° 
minx
๐™”๐™Š๐™ ๐™‡๐™€๐˜ผ๐™‘๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™ˆ๐™€ ๐™„๐™Ž ๐™‡๐™„๐™†๐™€ ๐™’๐™ƒ๐™„๐™๐™‰๐™€๐™” ๐™๐™Š๐™๐˜ฟ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™‰ ๐™‡๐™€๐˜ผ๐™‘๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™‡๐˜ผ๐™‰๐˜ผ ๐™‡๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™‚. ๐™„๐™'๐™Ž ๐™‡๐™„๐™†๐™€ ๐˜ผ๐™Ž๐™†๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™ˆ๐™€ ๐™๐™Š ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™„๐™ ๐™๐™Š๐™ ๐™”๐™Š๐™. ๐™„ ๐™’๐™Š๐™‰'๐™. ๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐™’๐™Š๐™‰'๐™. ๐™’๐™€ ๐™‰๐™€๐™‘๐™€๐™ ๐™’๐™„๐™‡๐™‡. ๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐˜ฟ๐™Š๐™€๐™Ž๐™‰'๐™ ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™ ๐™ƒ๐™„๐™ˆ. ๐˜พ๐™‡๐˜ผ๐™๐™† ๐™†๐™€๐™‰๐™ ๐™’๐™„๐™‡๐™‡ ๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™’๐˜ผ๐™”๐™Ž ๐˜พ๐˜ผ๐™๐˜พ๐™ƒ ๐™ƒ๐™€๐™ ๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐™„๐™‰๐™” ๐™€๐™”๐™€๐™Ž ๐˜ฝ๐™€๐˜พ๐˜ผ๐™๐™Ž๐™€ ๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐™€'๐™Ž ๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™’๐˜ผ๐™”๐™Ž ๐˜ฝ๐™€๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐™‡๐™„๐™‚๐™ƒ๐™ ๐™Š๐™ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€๐™„๐™ ๐™‡๐™„๐™‘๐™€๐™Ž.
๐–๐„ ๐‰๐”๐’๐“ ๐‚๐€๐'๐“ ๐–๐€๐ˆ๐“.
he's leaving for combat. he's leaving for college.

graduation is tomorrow.
The tides of destination
have invaded my beloved estuary
Rising fast in deliberation
Washing away the righteousness that I once held dearly deep within

Seeking to bend the reeds ofย ย resistance
the muddy waters of disdain comes rushing in

They are lunatically overpowering
Driven to dominate the spirit that I
once held sacred free of sin
 75° 
Lilly
here we are back again
in front of the medicine cabinet
with a brain full of yearning
and a heart full of sadness
my brain chemically ill making itself yearn for death
my heart full of sadness just wanting it all to stop
the only thing my mind and heart can agree on is that the sadness needs to end
this must be the only way right?
every other way I've tried never work long term
so if not this then what's the answer
 75° 
Austin Meehan
30
you can be the Hero
or the Villain
it just depends
on what part of yourself
you ****.
 74° 
Viktoriia
you know you're touch starved
when you start having dreams
of hugging someone
and of being hugged.

i have one at least once a week.
 69° 
lizie
itโ€™s selfish,
but i love
that every word i give you
turns into poetry.
 66° 
Leanne
His words, like honey, stick to me,
Soft and sweet,
He melts my heart into a puddle at his feet.
Each phrase he speaks, a tender, warm glow is formed,
This glow ignites my soul into a gentle swarm.
RLโค๏ธ
 61° 
ManInBlack
Her lips often leave a mark
       on my cheeks, or in the shoulders
       of my white-clean-shirt,
       and I like it, dearly much..

       but could I have it
       in my lips instead?...



       -ManInBlack
Have we met like this before?
You and I
Side by side
It seems we've done this before
A time or two
 57° 
Ayla Grey
Hidden truth buried deep inside
Feelings weren't enough
Bottled emotion like cigarette smoke
Fuming until you cough

Hiding inside a masquerade
Hoping to fit the mold
Until one day your bow breaks
And your crinkled truth unfolds

Fake happy till the smile fades
Until the once blue sky turns gray
And you wish one day it'll be over
The world will know you're gay
 56° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 55° 
Dr Peter Lim
A hero
can also be
a villain -
this is harsh reality
 53° 
Emmanuel
ยฟAรบn es que me amas?
Tal y como me decรญas aquellas noches en las que รฉramos una sola vela,
bajo la penumbra de nuestro cariรฑo,
esperando rezagados por la esperanza de encontrarnos
y ser nosotros una vez mรกs.

ยฟAรบn me piensas todas las noches?
Mรกs que el deseo de encontrarnos en sueรฑos:
bรบscame, persรญgueme, enamรณrate de mรญ una vez mรกs,
como si el ayer fuera solo una promesa huรฉrfana
de lo que ofrece el presente.
รmame de nuevo como si el yugo del futuro
no tomara represalias en nuestra contra.

ยฟAรบn quieres tomarme?
Toma este amor que solo es para ti.
Ante ti soy el perro a tus pies:
รกmame si quieres, perdรณname si puedes.
Porque aunque sea un deseo efรญmeroโ€ฆ
ยฟquieres ser para mรญ, una รบltima vez que nos dure la eternidad?
ยฟTan difรญcil es pensar en quien te entrega el corazรณn y cada uno de sus latidos gritan tu nombre?
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