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 364° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
All the 8 billion people on Earth--I call them "Citizens of Earth"--are the real government of Earth. Collectively, they should make all worldwide decisions. The technology to allow this to happen we already have:  enough cell phones for a group of 20 or fewer to vote on proposals that they themselves have created. No more despots, no more dictators, no more totalitarian rulers, no more wars, no more killings, just Citizens of Earth who, during the last two weeks of every month, will phone in their individual votes. (Please see and read and share PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE by googling it). A life of love and loving. Doesn't that sound better than having your father or mother, or your sister or brother, or your daughter or son be killed or maimed for life? Think about it. Then act, speak out, if you are so inclined. It's your home, Earth is.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 210° 
Octavio Paz
Bajo las rotas columnas,
entre la nada y el sueño,
cruzan mis horas insomnes
las sílabas de tu nombre.
Tu largo pelo rojizo,
relámpago del verano,
vibra con dulce violencia
en la espalda de la noche.
Corriente oscura del sueño
que mana entre las rüinas
y te construye de nada:
amargas trenzas, olvido,
húmeda costa nocturna
donde se tiende y golpea
un mar sonámbulo, ciego.
 165° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 126° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 120° 
Travis Green
Boy, you’re so fine
You got me in your lane
You’re about to make me faint
The way your game is set up
I know you’re what I want
My heart is locked in
Tell me when I can hit you up
So I can talk about my feelings for you

Boy, let me in
Take me to your crib
I just wanna be deep
And sip Remy
Feel your energy
With the lampshades on
With our phones turned off
With the window curtains open
So we can watch the stars
And share all the things
That we have in common
 117° 
empty
this beating in my chest wont start back up
it just stalls
       and stalls
              and stalls
                    and stalls
                     please come back.
 108° 
Kelvin Githinji
You kept me distracted
more from myself
It's April snow on daffodils.
Yellow stains on the white sky.
Drops from God to salve the
feral pain.

I wait for tulips who are encased
in green buds.  A lot of
energy in the making of a flower.
It reminds me of a prayer.

I think my Azalea has gone for
soldiers, and the lilacs wait
for me to heal.  The faces in this
garden look to you.

I am all alone with my prayers,
this station is one before the
Crucifixion. My Garden waits
for our reconciliation as
snow floats on in time past
and time future.

Now is not our cup
of Salvation.  

Forgiveness is not
our business.



Caroline Shank
 92° 
Phantom647
Be like water.
Be fluid and transparent,
And have nothing to hide.
 87° 
Nickols
I asked for the truth,
and you shapeshifted to sleuth,
crawling on your belly,
you simply misconstrue
an irrefutable, objective verity.

Tried and true, misunderstanding
what is out of your view.

Standing and demanding
but never understanding the variable,
to which not all lives,
will play out
the same way.
 86° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 67° 
Amanda Shelton
Boom boom bang*!
My lows are lowering,
my highs go thigh high
lower now. My ankles hurt
from the pressure.

I’ve got the need to sing
the blues, no lyrics, no rain,
just blues and sad clouds darkening.

The rain is falling now,
I’ve got the bucket out.

The mountains are building
higher too, I’ve got to work
My wings so I can fly.

My heart is beating loud,
my arteries are ready to
pop and bleed out.

Emotions rear, silently screaming,
burning from the inside out,
the storm is drowning happiness
but the steam is rising.

Happiness takes a break for now,
I’ll remember you I promised myself.

I left my candle on the window ceil,
where my poetry rests and awaits my
return.

Here I am in a slow burn,
the currents smoke and
rises in ashes,
as my wick flares and sparks
with doom blooming, as clouds
of smoke chokes me,
I am still breathing this
diluted air with little or
no confidence.

But I know I’m stronger,
I’m faster, I’m smarter than
before.

I am a natural born fighter,
my momma taught me well.

Never let the devil win,
I’ve got the cards, I’m
the string’s and I can sing.

Be brave, be proud, be loud,
stay strong and firm, like
a rock on the ocean floor.

I’m stronger now,
stronger than before.

I’m like a mountain, my
peek’s are sharp and rises
above the clouds.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
 66° 
psyche
All fake smiles
I lost the count
whenever I see
someone love
loving
someone else.
 51° 
leechyna
Just like yesterday..as it was day before😔..I'll pray to see you smile
Just deleted her number
#ex
 50° 
Poetic Eagle
It's the silence of the night that makes the thoughts of you so loud
Close in distance
¿Quieres que de ese néctar delicioso
        no te amargue la hez?
Pues aspírale, acércale a tus labios
        y déjale después.
¿Quieres que conservemos una dulce
        memoria de este amor?
Pues amémonos hoy mucho, y mañana
        digámonos: -¡Adiós!
 46° 
Chani Goldstein
Rain drops feeding leaves
Deserts growing cold at night
Spiders spinning homes
 41° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 39° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 38° 
Escape
You're the daybreak
You're the night
You're what I make out of time
You're what keeps me, amidst this mess,
Breathing just fine


You're the one
The only sense
The only one
Who's always on mind
All the time
 36° 
Carlo C Gomez
Ziegfield girls with Gatling guns
in complete synchronization,
decked out in Erté.
Watch your step, soldier,
for what's often considered foreplay.

Much like Peter and the Wolf,
one thing leads to another
on this daisy chain,
and as you know,
Burke's only jealous of Lorainne.

I'll tell you what,
dress warm for the ******* snowstorm,
and there'll be a place alongside
such an ingenue.
But what a terrible let down
it would be to find out
she was always smarter than you.
Erté (pronounced AIR TAY): Romain de Tirtoff's pseudonym; he was a 20th-century artist and designer in an array of fields, including fashion, jewellery, costume and set design for film, theatre, and opera.
 35° 
Seven Nielsen
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 35° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 34° 
Grace Summers
I tried running away from my problems,
If only I'd known I was running in circles...
 33° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 32° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 30° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 29° 
Shaun Yee
If you have lived with suffering and pain,
thinking that all your life has been in vain,
You must re-think from these thoughts to depart,
and really hit the option key re-start.
 29° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 28° 
Kelli Ferrante
The day is long and hard.
And I barely slip through it alive.
I call to my Lord but he does not answer.
And I am left wondering why.
With tears in my eyes, I write this now,
Wondering still when I can come home.
Forgive me, God, I cannot lie;
I do not trust The Great Unknown.
 27° 
Julia Supernault
I miss you already and you’ve only left my life since yesterday
 27° 
zz
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
learning
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
If a woman not beautiful
And not a knock out either
Just Average
Never go for a good looking man
Sweet pie
They are not for you
Get you Average one
Just like you
Because they will love you
More than a good looking guy
Average guy
Has more respect for a woman
They know how to treat a
Woman good.
Being with a good looking guy
He loves to compare
Himself with others
They always use there looks
To get whatever
They want
 25° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 23° 
Svetoslav
Olive juice hovers
summoning ivory mist
closing fiery lips
 23° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 22° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
 21° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 21° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 20° 
Ana
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
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