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 2499° 
Lupus-
All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end
 766° 
Heavy Hearted
ā€œToo Little Too Late but we donā€™t say noā€¦ā€
Why is it too much to feel?
I thought you had always known,
isnā€™t what scares you what makes it real?
Away, solemnly, while I now go,
a fleeting dispositions appeal;
too little too late; I still say so
as were crushed beneath the wheel.
not meant to be, when weā€™re not enough,
half of every truth, a hand to cuff-
Too Little Too Late but we canā€™t say no,
what prospects can you see?
If we both see it cominā€™ but still donā€™t go,
Itā€™s not far enough for me;

Too little too late but we canā€™t talk about, the rite of ritual haze
1 on 1; start putting out, dance to dazzle and daze,
Addicted to, know Iā€™ve become, ourselves lost in the maze
of
Burnt paper fingers,carpeted hallways,as
our heavy heads still tour the room-
tie my right hand to the ride,
too little too late, but never too soon
found poetry from too little too late, the song and prose sorce by emily haines
 670° 
Maria Etre
I got stuck
in a plot
                                        t
w
                              i                    
                                                s
                  t

and it made
me

A) Dizzy
B)  Sick
C) Light-headed
D) Aware

............(Answer)..............
 633° 
Thomas W Case
I woke up with
A sore back, and
stepped in cat
***** when my
feet hit the floor.
I turned on the
radio, and My Favorite
Things was playing,
the John Coltrane
version.
It reminds me of
rainy July nights.

I make some coffee,
And check the book sales.
Hey, I got a couple in
India, and the coffee tastes
right.

I take it as it comes.
Black and true, like
Steinbeck's bones.
Donā€™t forget about the
goings of mice and men.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw
 570° 
Nostalgia
When all is done and I become with the stars,
Will you remember me?
For I have accomplished nothing,
Can you remember me?
I hurt you and you hurt me,
After all that, will you still remember me?
If I can't even remember myself,
Will you still remember me?
 526° 
Sharissa
It took losing you to realize, I want you
It look losing you to realize I have been a fool to you
It look losing you to see it was my own fault
That I was pushing the car to go overboard.

It may be broken and hard to salvage
But I intend on working hard to bring it back from its garbage
For even trash and broken things can turn out even more beautiful than it was in beginning
I promise you,this would not be our story's ending.

I didn't see the vision of the life we could build
I was consumed by all the bitterness that I didn't search within
You were trying to save me
Yet I constantly rejected it
As if you meant nothing to me at all.

I was a fool to ever let you go
I did damage to you that you never deserved
I'm trying my best to pull myself together
So I can get another chance at building that life you so desired.

The journey back to you would take alot, no doubt
But let me prove to you I can handle the load
And make you proud one day of being your girl.
 445° 
Immortality
Petals in the breeze,
swirling around trees,
cherry blossom dance.
I don't know why, but I have a sudden urge to see cherry blossoms, even though the season isn't here yet..............:(
 401° 
Vuyiwe
It all fell apart,
To fall in place
 367° 
Omotesando
I might be somewhat egoistic
I could be very indiscreet
I might be rude ā€“ just by statistics
And just insensitive a bit.

I might be full of flaws, my dear
I can regret some things I do
But I have one good trait, it's here:
I just can't stop my thoughts of you.

If I offended you, my deity
Please, have some mercy and forgive
My heart of steel is slowly melting
So now it has some love to give.
 361° 
martin
When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day

When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away

When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free

When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me


When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead

When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red

When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover

Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another
 315° 
Şenay
Like the wind stroking leaves, causing it falling from the tree.

Like water kissing fire, extinguishing it suddenly.

Like snow touching ground, melting slowly.

Like the moon meeting the sun, covering it completely.

So was your love, poisoning me intentionally.

Trusting blindly, while you consumed my soul cruelly.

My heart surrendering passionately, only to be destroyed fiercely.

My mind embracing loneliness, determining my destiny.

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 304° 
Nat Lipstadt
~a companion to ā€œA Flawless Poemā€ (1)
<>
time is truly never on your side,
but it lends an assist
with a continual grinding inexorable steady draining,
but that narrowing perspective, clarifies, opens eyes wider, and yes,
simplifies and prioritizes

there is an elegance in simplicity,
and write this as a reminder
to self,
that the beauty of
straightforward brevity,
with a honed tip
is likely the fastest path
to the sticking point,
and there, and here,
will I leave you
to it,
flawlessly
 285° 
Kristine
understand the pain you hide,Ā Ā 
The way you keep it locked inside.Ā Ā 
You push away, afraid to fall,Ā Ā 
But still, I love you through it all.Ā Ā 

Your heart may doubt, your mind may race,Ā Ā 
But in your eyes, I see a trace.Ā Ā 
A love thatā€™s real, a love thatā€™s true,Ā Ā 
And I will stand right here with you.Ā Ā 

Though you retreat, Iā€™ll never leave,Ā Ā 
In every storm, in every grieve.Ā Ā 
I see the scars, I feel your fight,Ā Ā 
But Iā€™ll keep loving through the night.Ā Ā 

So donā€™t be scared, donā€™t push me away,Ā Ā 
Iā€™ll love you more with each new day.Ā Ā 
I understand, but know this tooā€”Ā Ā 
My heart will always wait for you.
inspired by the song idubilu by Seventeen
 235° 
Black Branches
We are as moral
as we are able to be,
just never forget the principles.
 226° 
Mike Adam
Sixty years of
Blood
Sweat
Ink

Perhaps today
Something good
 206° 
Seren
Laughters of joy,
Screams of hate,

Hugs and kisses,
Slaps and bites,

Red rose petals,
Blood drops on the floor,

Serenades and compliments,
Curses and insults,

Promises and dreams,
Separation and loss..
 197° 
Trinkets
You mustn't take words
all too seriously.

They have meaning,
yes. They have power.

Please be advised,
use responsibly. But,

words are just playthings.
Like toys of worlds of children.

Be it plastic, rocks or sticks.
Not required.
Tools of the trade, never the essence.

Over there your kingdom lies,
over here is mine. Life and death.

After bedtime, by nightlight,
the story
stays the same. The toys just windows in.

For some time, the dream and concept
will remain. This storyā€™s true creation.

Words are just playthings, made
as invitations to partake.

Words never did build
worlds alone. You did.
 186° 
Birds keeper
I sail alone on the hopeless sea
With just the stars to fill my view
You are a firework that lit up my sky
now the smoke is just the memory of you

In that moment, you gave me sight
But now itā€™s darker than before
My lonesome shadow adjusts in my eye
just me and the stars, forevermore
 177° 
Zee
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 174° 
Claire Hanratty
ā€œBut I was so much skinnier back then,
And I looked so much betterā€
I hear myself say.
But I was drinking three meal replacement shakes a day
And passing out after running 3k.
My ex once made me a mood board of all the women I should aspire to look like, now I have body dysmorphia
 167° 
Antonia
In the quiet of your mind,  
Fragments twist, collide, and bind
A world where chaos finds its song,  
A pulse beneath the shifting throng.  

Lines bend, then break and rise,  
Seeking connection through tangled skies,  
Red and black, dark and bright,  
Balance hidden in the fight.  

You draw the storm, then trace the calm,  
In every mark, a healing balm,  
Through splintered paths, you find your way,  
The pieces speak what words can't say.  

And in your heart, there lives a beat,  
A dance between the dark and sweet
A canvas wide, a soul that yearns,  
In brokenness, your spirit learns.
a poem about my art
 153° 
David Hilburn
Sorry won't do...
Open to arguably the same
Of what is, a person of who
The truth, when I quietly name...

Children a universal charity...
Elect a seer, or offer a proven
Wait, is ours for a faring vanity
The has your might, as chastity's problem...

Fly by, and heed?
A question of moments, more adores
Ask the question of mete and need
The luck of angel's, is anger was...

A place for cynical wealth, lost
A pace of worthier demonstration, caught
A pax of elucidated reasons, saw us
A person with uniqueness depends, saw it

Given the gift of giving
That youth has come of age
For a sincerity, sated with living
In the shadow of kindness, not angers fate
Another purpose behind, another purpose forward, another purpose excited
 149° 
Rosas witten
Abstract of destruction
Amidst anger
A mix of storm and earthquake
Searching for serenity of silence
A phase of mountain hills to reach the peak
Till calm

Mind blowing like fire
Brain storming a next project
Poker face of calm and quiet
In the most lenient places
Rhythm of ideas flowing ready to be written

The earth is mine
When I have what I wanted
Realm of joy contagious
Only asking for it to stay that way
 137° 
Gabrielle
Thereā€™s a nasty stain on the carpet
A yard from the door,
Dark orange of a shade
I once used to adore.

Iā€™ve bleached and soaked the relentless spot
Till my hands and knees bit,
Iā€™ve covered it with rugs,
But my mind still wont remit.

Curse the careless way I ate that fruit!
I cry into the smudge.
Each time I walk inside,
This brand relights my grudge.

Maybe over time Iā€™ll learn to note it less,
A spark more than a fire.
Till then I guess I stare,
At this mandarin expired.
This poem is about not being able to move on from the damage a relationship has done to you.
 136° 
Richard Shepherd
It's been seven long months since I kissed your lips
yet still I feel the pain
every day I reminisce
once more, then twice again

I know we were not meant to be
I know you did me wrong
yet deep inside this heart of mine
I'll always play our song

until we met, I never felt
the joy I felt with you
I never smiled with intent
in a life that was oh so blue

when we made love, the stars did shine
heaven's angels danced with glee
my wanting love was satisfied
I was as happy as could be

alas, the sun soon lost its warmth
cold winds and rains prevailed
and the dream I had dreamt for all my life
had crashed and burned and failed

I now find it very hard to cope
I guess you've long since moved on from this
but my heart still plays our loving song
and my lips still miss your lips

 136° 
Ken Pepiton
Sculpted faces,
aging drama queens,

all the world's stages, this
is after those, these depths
of despair, where no pieces fit,

Kintsugi, fractured flash bulb scene,

an instamatic moment, a Kodak memory.
Hollywood Blvd... just a photomatic meme function we can use... while imagining converting vhs to mp4, before it's more plastic in the sea.
 135° 
Mark Bell
My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Loved poppy juice
And his Mona Lisa
Upon a darken starry night
He would show her
His guiding light,
With all his sunflowers
And a wooden chair
Mona Lisa wanted to share
My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Did everything for mona
But could not please her.
This left Vincent very sad
Down and out feeling bad
Of to the asylum
With a smile there he
Would paint and stay awhile
He always missed his Mona Lisa
He still died a earless geezer
 134° 
silvervi
I am enough for myself
I have a really good health
Today and everyday I will be grateful
For every wonderful deep breath
šŸ’–
Looking in the mirror and telling yourself that you're enough for yourself. šŸ’– Try it.
 131° 
Belinda S Richmond
It's getting cold outside,
The chills are settling in,
Winter has now arrived,
The sign of frost has begun.

We're stlll in the season of autumn, but
Winter has now shown its face,
The days are nice, but Chilly,
Autumn has now been replaced.

The winter is cold and it's sharp,
Get ready for a frosty chill
Please wear your gloves, coats and scarfs,
For, winter time is here!!


B.R.
Date: 11/19/2024
 131° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
źŠÆreefalling through Ā£motions ā€“
The resting place of į»Žur dreams
ąøŖąø±s the bell sings of the finale
Of every 悈oving kissing
The trembling walls of our doubt;
Oh, to THESE faithless ā‚®eens

Trusting the world's shallow views ā€“
And of course it's always leading
Always Đictating our lives;
Investing in fleeting illusions of things
First, $ell out all of your dreams ā€“
ā¼¹rase their gentle sweet feeling

Still if I die toĘ  early;
Bury me in the resting
Place of my đreams
 129° 
Marion
Like a hug from a lover
He warms me up
 117° 
Jack Groundhog
Stuck on blackened spikes
and under stormy seas.
ā€œLetā€™s go for a hike,ā€
my wife said to me.

Her sliver of sunlight
breaks through my fog,
a sparkling invite
to go for a little jog.

On a bed of autumn leaves
and crisp wisps of dew
the trees us receive
while I from black withdrew.
 115° 
Julie
If I look back at the years gone by
I wished one thing
Of no goodbye
And now, I'm here
Forever  stays

If I look back of the darkest past
wonder why
I  wore the mask
And now, today
Forever pain

If I look back when sight did see
Of blinded times
Past between
And now, known
Forever closed
 114° 
Jamie
You'll find people who use sorry like a band-aid,
when they might've
just sliced open your heart;
but still they wonder why you have scars that never faded
and bitterness that lingers in your blood.
there was this guy that i liked once, then i told him i liked him and he sent a really mean rejection THROUGH EMAIL! then said "sorry" like it could fix it.
 113° 
renseksderf
Here sat on a kerb looking every which way
catching proverbial breath and recalibrating
my bearings from a longish journey - still
no longer longing for a telltale day now
pining away atop a window sill
Let me rustle ya sheets
Get them bedsprings
Hopping to the beats
There be you and me
Salty sweet flings
Skin to skin of sweaty freaks
 102° 
brinn
the cold air
can be seen
every time
we take a breath

my tears sting
as they race
down my cheeks
to soak into my scarf

my hand has
gone numb
and no longer had
yours to hold

Christmas music plays
jingling merrily
as my heart
shatters to the beat.

the words
dancing off your lips
hanging in the air
as if they were mistletoe

ā€iā€™m sorryā€
i watch as you turn your back
and walk away
for the last time.
 96° 
Zywa
The beauty of art

and the world does not exist --


if you reject it.
Novel "**** nu mijn stem" ("Hear my voice now", 2017, Franca Treur), chapter 25

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