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 430° 
Shinko Pan-ya
the rhyme of a song
an old beat
ears ringing
eyes stinging
a thought
a word
the beat drops
with unintelligible words
I hum along
the worlds spinning
I fall
the beat of music still in my veins
I crash
I return back to earth
I sigh
why cant I stay there forever
 399° 
Harriet Cleve
Poems love you back
 310° 
JR Fay
Spill out of my mouth
And they are
Remembered.
A tear
drops from my eye and
It is remembered.
I gasp
In fright
And
The sound is lost
In the cacophony of this night.
Hear me.
Please,
Remember.
 287° 
Justyn Huang
Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.
 260° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 250° 
Michael R Burch
Ich have y-don al myn youth
anonymous Middle English lyric, circa the 13th to 14th century AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ...
And oh what grief it has brought me!

*

Original Middle English text:

Ich have y-don al myn youth,
Oftë, ofte, and ofte;
Longe y-loved and yerne y-beden –
Ful dere it is y-bought!

Keywords/Tags: Middle English, translation, medieval, rhyme, lament, complaint, youth, love, loved, longing, longed, grief, oft, often, zeal, zealous, zealously, desire, lust, passion, yearn, yearned, yearning, dear, dearly bought, purchased, cost, price, expense, expensive
 142° 
whoever
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
 137° 
New Genesis
I love her and I don’t know why
She cast a spell and caught my eye
Take my energy bleed me dry
I don’t want to hear her say goodbye
She loves me then flies off in the night
I lose sight of her in the pale moonlight
 98° 
quinn
XI
dear quinn,

it
is
okay
to
ask
for
help

love,
quinn
 95° 
Blue
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
 77° 
putiira
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
 71° 
AG
Did you ruin me?
Or is this growing pains?
Was it all really black?
Or am I looking through rose colored lens?
I've yet to feel the light petals your presence brings that bounce on giggles.
Or where you even there?
Have you even peeked my way?
I've been yearning for your gaze.
Just. One. Glance.
Maybe I've known you growing too.
Perhaps you no longer giggle.
Perhaps you bask in solitude smirking at memories of your younger self.
Perhaps you're lavender.
 69° 
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
 63° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 60° 
Issy
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
 59° 
Harriet Shea
Hello!
You out there to help me find
our light in the cavern of life, bright
soft with song?

Lets Walk

We can carry each other's sadness walking
this beach together once again to the cavern
of no return, we will follow the stars
to our special world together in the shadows
of delight.

Lets Walk

We shall find our wings and fly so
high above all pain, loneliness, and
days that had no light.

Lets Walk

Come with me my love lets find our
way to heaven's gate leaving everything
behind we never had till now!

Lets us now Begin

(Heavenly Stars Always Shine
They Never Dim)

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 58° 
Hazel Grace
The endless sea
Wàves are hurricanes of enchantment
Speaks about aesthetic tranquility

Silence that Speaks

The innumerable pine trees
Flaura-fauna loiters to the vast prairie
Declares wondrous feelings of solitariness

Silence that Speaks
In this rapidly changing noisy world, most of the human souls forget to listen to the silence. When I did I poured a poem from my heart. SILENCE IS NOT THAT SILENT
 58° 
Christina
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
 57° 
Sab
Flowers bloom
Feelings fade
Left alone.
 57° 
Rob
why could I sense a stillness
beyond fear beyond tears

an awareness of wisdom beyond
thought a realization that all I would
ever know was already known
only to be realized

maybe it was armour for all the battles
I’ve yet to fight
the fears I would have to face
the truths I would have to mine
the losses I would have to bare
the acceptance I would have to find

maybe the beauty I’ve yet to see
the love I’ve yet to feel
the paths I’ve yet to walk
the life I've yet to live

still in awe of that moment when I was
five
 54° 
blackmarketcat
I am a monster
just like my mother
ignorant of the feelings of others
so self obsessed
hyper-focused on being more
getting more
earning more
ignoring my own feelings
convictions
my own self
I was bred to be like a racehorse
in the rat race
and I hurt the ones that love me
because of it
and it hurts
hurting her
when she has loved me
like nothing else
like no one else
I've been a monster
 52° 
Shadow
Bury me beneath a pile
of your empty words
So they are not too heavy
for me to rise again
 52° 
Jimi Johnson
Silence suddenly
Dismantled

“I want to be happy”
Just like that, because
There’s nothing else to do
No great threat, no great
Feels, feelings

“I want to be happy”
On this planet earth
On this buddha temple
But I can’t
Find
This that her

On this woe world
So many posts online on how to get the girl or guy
If the guy don't want me
I don't want the guy
Done wasting time
I'd rather be mine
 47° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 47° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 46° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 43° 
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
 41° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 41° 
Bella-Lee
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In this feature,
Stressing,
Freedom,
Working,
Death.
Are taken,
Up a level.
Wish to install,
Adulthood?

No...
 40° 
psykhe
you are beautiful
you're insane
you are the most broken person I've met

a hurricane
a violent rain

I'm cursed to stay by your side
all the bad in my life happens because of you

you're a disaster
chaotic
painful

two faced
liar
I can never trust you

you play mind games
I believed I loved you
but now it feels fake

the knives you carry on your back
are yours

I made a mistake
I stepped into your life
now trapped inside your reflection
I've become your shadow

you're horrific
a piece of art

from a distance
I can admire you

you are
you are
you are

all
 40° 
Pilar Orozco
159
I can’t let you control me
I’m halfway pretending it didn’t happen
Any of it
 39° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 39° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 38° 
Jade
⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠
~

"These violent delights have violent ends."
~William Shakespeare

~

When the crevices
on my wrists
solder themselves together
and the rich, crimson stanzas
become illegible,
I unsheathe my quill--

melancholy's scribe.

The ink clots,
driblets of red
bleeding through these pages

but I keep writing

until
this parchment lies
sweetly torn

and

I smile.

Now,
that's what I call

poetry.

**
How violently delightful.
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 37° 
Bard
I discarded my heart in the dirt
Buried with my pain and hurt
Follow my idol the punk Kurt
 37° 
Day
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
 36° 
Peter Balkus
Clouds
are watching us
passing bye.
 36° 
TurttleQuack
OCD
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Hard

Everything was
Perfect
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
Perfection
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
 35° 
Emily
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
 34° 
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
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