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 2413° 
N
Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me
I rewrote this poem because it felt unfinished.
 638° 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
cancer is a bully it dont frighten me
i will fight and fight till once again im free
it will never take me. to where the angels stay
i will fight its battle till it flies away

no matter what it takes to win the cancer war
i wont stop my fight till im free once more
ive to much to live for  the fight goes on and on
i will win my battle then cancer will be gone

a poem for cancer sufferers  keep fighting
 624° 
Ike E Davis
A target on his back
A beating threatened
The garbage men
Did their work
With their candidate
Winning
"What was in the past.."
And other word salad..
Imagine Walz near the nuclear
Button,
For a nuclear winter
I was getting several unwanted
Text five times a day
It totally re-enforced
My desire to see America great.
Congratulations
AMERICA
May your republic
Rejoice
 524° 
Heavy Hearted
Oh, Genocide

A nation bathed in blood-
white flags now become
a leaf shaped body bag

With faded eyes, through  screams and cries-
we sift through falsehoods speech...
Colonial,
North
Holocaust:
Unatural Eulogy;

Ancient
Island
Soul,

Turtle's Mind-Spirit

The Land,
no slave to man

From far and wide, 
 oppress those left,
We sulk, in shame and greed.
To be read with the meter of the Canadian national Anthem- what a ******* international embarrassment.
 515° 
Traveler
I have no need to read
The Art Of War
For I am an artist of peace
I have no need
To even the score
I have no fear to release
Traveler Tim
 446° 
kai
i'm on my way to school
and the sun is supposed to rise
the sun isn't supposed to stay
stuck,
half-risen
the sky streaked orange
and red
the sun isn't supposed to stay
the sky will streak blue
right?
G E
You & I were attached like sticky glue,
A simple fact about me & you,
The parks were as green as your eyes
but you could be as mean as your lies.

I can't exit this roundabout,
I gasp a breath of a silent shout,
its breaking me like a cube of ice,
I'm nearing the death of my pace.

Simplicity is the secret of living
Conformity eases the breathing
but I wake up wishing another dream,
No bait fishing leaves me empty.
attached fact, glue you, green mean, eyes, lies, exit, breath, roundabout shout, breaking nearing, ice pace, simplicity conformity, living breathing, wishing fishing, dream empty.
 367° 
Antonio
why, so many memories had to die
i look at people, i see sin
i look up at the sky, i feel alright
everything felt so unsure
until i felt the warmth of your breath
in that day a star was born
half in your eyes
half in my heart
i have to ask, where our light will shine?
 343° 
Aditya Roy
Maybe I'm addicted to the medicine
Or
I'm chronically ill
 327° 
Elle McAulay
I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared I'll never be loved,
I'm scared I'll never be held,
I'm scared I'll never be wanted.

I don't know how to change this.
I'm not one of feelings,
I can't express them.

I'm scared my thoughts will push you away
I'm scared my bones won't hold me straight
I'm scared I'll never find a way to
be loved.

"Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"
is something like Chandler would say
But what if I can't even make my own
defense mechanism protect me?
What if you don't like my jokes;
the only thing that might be good in me?
But that's not even the problem, is it?
I can't even find strengths to tell'em out loud
I can't even let you decide if you'll laugh or leave
I can't even

I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared that no one will ever know me,
will never want to know me
I'm scared I'll never find the words to fool you,
to make you think I might be interesting
I'm scared no one will ever think I'm worthed
of spending their whole life with
Why would they?
I'm just a quiet dull girl

I'm scared, okay?
Because
I love myself, okay?
I do.
I'm scared I won't ever find anyone else
that will love me as much as I do
I'm scared that's all that's left for me
Keep being one thing only:
unlovable
as I've always been
If you've ever felt worthy of love, if you're a hopeless romantic, if you love love, but never having been loved makes you question it, this poem is for you. And you ARE worthy of love, happiness and anything you dream of, and will find it someday. Don't lose hope, and remember you're not alone! I hope this makes you feel seen and heard, because I know I struggle with it, and you might too.
Love,
El
 294° 
Liv
I’d capture the wind
And bring you its song.
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It’s where it belongs.
I’d paint the sky
But the colors would fade
After a while.
I’d weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In Whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It’s yours, ever after,
For all eternity.
 263° 
Kindinheart
We laid in each others arms
Talked about plans for tomorrow
Dreamt at night of the future
Nothing happened, but sorrow
Now I'm left with my memories
Of a love i miss every day
But life is forever changing
I had to move on with time
Some special days are hard
Especially for my broken heart .
 258° 
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
 243° 
Sky
As the sun rises today,
remember what you love.

As the sun rises today,
remember who you love.

As the sun rises today,
remember that you are strong.

As the sun rises today,
remember to carry on.
 229° 
Nicholas Shapiro
Is it a swan song?
Plea for help, etched on a bench
Carved into my mind
Somewhere unimportant there sits a vandalized bench. Etched into it, "I WILL REMAIN".  I hope you have, stranger
 229° 
Rob Rutledge
One day when we are old,
Yet not so old that wonder's lost.
We'll talk again once more of love,
Of loss and wanderlust.
While whiskey warms our aging bones
Waging war against the frost.
Our tales turn to pantheons
And the follies of fallen gods.
 223° 
renseksderf
imagine your surprise

as you irrevocably realise

everything can be bought

and everyone has a price

what exquisite shock ensues

when you take off $ signs

unveil powers of exchange

and begin to live accordingly
¥£€$ whichever works in your locale
 220° 
Immortality
K.
I know,
I'm not good,
No need to point it out.

Tears in eyes,
waiting to fall,
lump in my throat,
trembling hands,
and an insulated, aching heart.

"Don't cry",
"You're strong",
"We'll be the best too"
the minds says,
facing the quiet mirror,
having tear-edge eyes.

I know,
I'm not good,
No need to mock.
My younger sister is an all-rounder. Beauty, intelligent, A++ student, brain, good behaviour, sense of humour, communication, etc. which I am fail at.
I am just a ugly stupid girl having high temper, whom most people dislike.
Does that affect me? Maybe................or maybe not.
She doesn't to point that out, indirectly sarcastically. I know she is the best among out and childish too but I have feeling too, even though I just shrug them off. She may say that for fun, to lighten the mood but still.................... She is a lot childish innocent cute too, but still.................... don't say that please. Please.
 218° 
Eternity
oh the blues
the blues
the blues
the blues

why do i
feel the blues
all that happened
was a little nick
why do i
feel the blues

the blues
the blues
the blues
they come
when you
are at your worst
but maybe
they aren't so bad


the blues
the blues
the blues
they help me through the worst
sometimes
the sad songs
make the void
smaller
the ineffable
blues
the blues

the blues

the blues.
There that one part of us that loves pain
Isn't it weird
We keep longing for the thing or person that hurt us
We want to go back
We wish it was different
But let me tell you it wouldn't have been different
And he would still have walked out
they would've still left
 169° 
TS Ray
If I wrote a book,
you will be my central character.
Million copies later,
I may write through your impeccable knowledge.

If I wrote a poem,
you will be in every word.
A couple of views later,
I may speak through your poetic silence.

If I acted in a play,
you will be my audience.
A few applauses later,
I may act out a monologue of glorious affection.

Say hi,
Say hello,
Say no more,
When words stop,
I will understand,
That we are where we need to be.

If I met you in real life,
you will be my soul mate.
A few decades later,
I may seek a second life with you.

So, meet me now! :)
 161° 
Luis Cernuda
Es la luz misma, la que abrió mis ojos
Toda ligera y tibia como un sueño,
Sosegada en colores delicados
Sobre las formas puras de las cosas.

El encanto de aquella tierra llana,
Extendida como una mano abierta,
Adonde el limonero encima de la fuente
Suspendía su fruto entre el ramaje.

El muro viejo en cuya barda abría
A la tarde su flor azul la enredadera,
Y al cual la golondrina en el verano
Tornaba siempre hacia su antiguo nido.

El susurro del agua alimentando,
Con su música insomne en el silencio,
Los sueños que la vida aún no corrompe,
El futuro que espera como página blanca.

Todo vuelve otra vez vivo a la mente.
Irreparable ya con el andar del tiempo,
Y su recuerdo ahora me traspasa
El pecho tal puñal fino y seguro.

Raíz del tronco verde, ¿quién la arranca?
Aquel amor primero, ¿quién lo vence?
Tu sueño y tu recuerdo, ¿quién lo olvida,
Tierra nativa, más mía cuanto más lejana?
 149° 
Persephone II
She held
her
Family
Friends
And Lovers
Hopes,
dreams
and plans
In her hands

And wept
 149° 
Reichel
SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI  Y"HOVAH
ELOHIM ADONAI ECHAD

LISTEN ISRAEL THE LORD
OUR GOD IS THE ONE
 126° 
Khoisan
There are four
firewalls
in the square
attached
above his neck.
 125° 
kokoro
"you deserve better"
except if you really ment it,
you would become better.
you would change yourself for me.
 121° 
Cyrus
He who cannot make the hell beautiful
but he can route the roads beautiful ASF to the hell - Devil
 116° 
Fearless
rain drops fall upon her head
try push her to the ground
but she stands tall against it all
and strength and love are found

the torment and the cold
of the never ending drops
feed her very core with life
and eventually it stops

the hardships that we face
are not always as we see
sometimes they just happen
to be exactly what we need

the petals soaking wet
stem dripping down with tears
but still the flower stood
in lieu of all her fears

then the sun came out
as the rain began to cease
and her purpose came to light
and she enjoyed a life of peace
 115° 
Dianali
The symptoms included:
Chest tightness, nauseas
Laboured breathing, heavy heart.
They say it’s a natural reaction
—I must be allergic—

To

     Bitter memories and regrets.
Treatment is letting go
 107° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
Sighing memories washing over me in the flow of a deep
blue sea, — my skin glimmers with the love of the sun, but its
affection is too overwhelming; my tears cascade, transforming every
ground beneath my feet, into an ocean the moment I step outside.

Please don’t crash into me as if I were an unguarded entrance –
the outside world hammered at the door of my heart, demanding to
be let in by any open conversation — but it takes more time for me
to open up.


Those open scars, raw and untended, are like emotional
whirlpools, dragging me down into the abyss of pain and sorrow.
 97° 
n
⚊  

everyday i wake up and i’m reminded -
people will never be there like they said they would,
you can’t make someone understand;
you can’t make anyone care.

it doesn’t matter what you’re facing,
it doesn’t matter how many times you warn people.
as soon as you need more than you can give,
everyone’s opinions change.
if it’s not about them -
no one's listening.

it doesn’t matter -
if you paint your fears on the walls.
it doesn't matter -
if you claw for support on chalkboards.

you could say you had a plan,
unleash all the demons.
you could try to beg,
you could try to plead,
doesn't matter.

it'll never matter.
you'll never matter.

you can’t make someone understand;
you can’t make anyone care.
you shouldn't have to.
i don't want to.

 93° 
mikecccc
Why
Why
Why
so boring
to ask
masochism
is trending
so happy
to empower
A caricature of a man.
When were you radicalized
November sixth
I woke up one day
and saw
our government had fallen.
re
re
imagine
me
in
a
field
of
blue

wind upon wax wing
climb cloud up and down

above

the hedgerows the meadows the strands the things
we do not yet know the music to

until the sun whispers
it is time

and
marks
my
cascade
into
the
hands
of
the
sea
 73° 
Les
Now and then
I feel the scales of justice tilt my way
It’s an uncommon feeling
A subtle breeze sifting its way cautiously through the trees
All at once I feel it’s might
Fairness brings a power not often experienced nor appreciated

In this sometimes-squalid world of ours
Truth and justice seldom arrive on a white stallion
More often they’re stolen by self-righteous greed
Gale force winds of injustice
Contributing to enormous storms of pain
Bringing heartache to many unfortunates

The blindfolded lady
Too soon gone, but not forgotten
That takes time
For her leaving is a bitter pill
That glorious feeling of righteousness and truth
Must be ripped away, it’s not freely given up

Sometimes I feel naked
Down to truth and bone
Life is often unfair
And though we must fight for what’s right
We can’t let what’s wrong
Consume us
 71° 
Yonah Jeong
Ink,
flavor that still tempts me
color green,
and black,
red,
but there is no white
like there is no black note
two flavors we cannot see
to make a better world
circle,
a triangle,
squares,
but we cannot see them
drawn in pen
words in ink will be
tomorrow?
 71° 
Redroses
For one day
I just wanna lay down
And sleep all day
 60° 
ivan
eyes of a fawn
innocent and wide.
its gaze on its mother,
its pelt spotted
like the shadow of the trees.

a cricket chirps,
little fawn looks back—
a stick breaks,
little fawn is gone.

hurt, touched, dead.
the mother was far away now.
it’s okay, little fawn,
it wasn’t your fault
for being born.
poor fawn
 59° 
Where Shelter
<•>



for all the Ella's of the world,
who wonder
"what the seagulls talk about all day long. while looking up at the gentle sky mixed with blue and purple, their white feathers glisten from the fiery sun."


<•>


one day when you arrive,
visiting, at my isle,
of Where Shelter,
(with signed parental permission slip),
resting upon weathered worn, Adirondack non-slip covered thrones,
in the official Poetry Nook,
a seashell throw from bay and dock, where the seagulls
thrive and dive, in between pooping, pollinating, and
rest up after day trip visiting the town dump

then,
together we will write a poem about
what the seagulls talk about all day long

having employed them long time as co-conspirators,
editors and a test audience (assayers of my essays),
sadly must report they
occupy themselves in mostly matters culinary,
local gossip of my neighbors and other avian interlopers
(geese and osprey)

hoping this doesn't disappoint,
but know this,
it was the sand, the breeze, the trees,
the moon and setting sun, the waving waters,
animals of all kinds,
that together, taking years,
taught me to write like this:

<•>

the sun 7 o'clock afternoon sky low,
warmths the world, as did its morning glory reciprocal,
a dozen hours earlier,
both a low heat,
a sky stove top
'keep warm' setting,
a desirable global warming temperature

recall that promise not to burden you
with a hundredth scribing of his
lottery luck, this poetry nook and the
idyll of its surround,
but!
its childlike insistence,
while stomping on the greenest sea grass
of this portly world, insistent,

"write of me, attention must be paid!"

the lightest breeze of excellent sufficiency
asks the trees to shake
their compatriot leaves
as if to applaud,
one more time, a lord of the ring serenade,
an evenstar song of
the solstice of perfection

a cloudless night but for
an occasional wispy white blemish,
hinting that the orb's final bow tonight will be
a forever remembered,
standing ovation performance

in an hour, to the dock we'll go,
joining  the congregant gulls
in appreciating the edging lower of
an immaculate inception
of a dying day's deceptive departure conception

my troubles, those that
furrow and till the brow,
105 miles away, as the crow flies,
for now,
suppressed into non-existence,
as we drink to la vie en rose,
our wine glasses, ****** the salmon pink
of suns rays rippling, tippling and reflecting
upon humans, who too reflect,
upon their good fortune,
this single and singular
peeking at the peaking of their perfection,
each wishing this be
their journeys end, their final solstice

to walk into a funnel upon the water,
into the sun and the
horizon in attendance faithful,,
alighting upon the wings of the most glorious of  inviting,
dying rays of setting,
answering the question, at long last,
a finale,

here,
here is shelter!
  ^

<•>

so be quietly patient and never
write in regret,
for you are but sixteen years old,
and could teach to this old grandpa,
(who, by the by, has an Ella-all-his-own that is
of your proximate age,)

how to write
with the simple grace,
and the fresh wisdom,
of being
sixteen years young again
^https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2044967/the-solstice-of-their-perfection/
<•>

https://hellopoetry.com/ellapopov/

f r e e l y.
all alone on the evening beach. able to take in the moment alone.
slowly falling back into the sand. as if I'm trying to sink and hide into it. grabbing the sand in my hands and counting each grain because I have all the time in the world.
  letting the ocean crash unto the shore, slipping me it's deepest secret. making me laugh as the Novembers chilling air plays with my hair, trying to convince me it's secrets are much more scandalous than the waters.
  wondering what the seagulls talk about all day long. while looking up at the gentle sky mixed with blue and purple, their white feathers glisten from the fiery sun.
  I stand back to run freely, away from my daring problems. as I run, the wind whips my face, blowing my hair back. making me feel the need to let my arms back.
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