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 361° 
Emmanuel Phakathi
She thought
it was love
.
Told it online for all to see
But
it was just a weakness
of heart.

Soon she will learn
to be lean with her
HEART.

Tough love.
 211° 
KieraYale
you're a sunbeam in a box
i am lost in summer equinox
taste like candy, look like gold
waiting on you to hold
 125° 
Aishu
I just need a break
A long break from everything
I am going through

I just want to breathe
and forget all my worries
and feel the fresh air

I just want to spend
Some time watching the blue sky
Some time with myself.
 117° 
David P Carroll
Her perfume scented
Filled the air as all
The men stopped
And stared and she's truly
A beauty of life she's
The perfect Angel from
Heaven above and she's
And she's the truly the
Women every man loves
In life.
She's Amazingly Beautiful 😻😻❤️
 77° 
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
 58° 
Mary Anne Norton
Baby boy is born
Were you expecting a King
And to bring justice
Was His crown golden
And with diamonds all around
No our thorns near by
Double Haiku for Advent
 52° 
Calli Kirra
You are right there and I cannot have you
 38° 
Hank Love
Many "wise men" lead lives of secret stupidity.
 37° 
Moholo Kawahi
Bad love, bad ties broken
Of the bitter truth a token,
That Wisdom is nowhere to be found
Where there is nothing but a rotten bound
 35° 
Kierra
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 34° 
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)
 26° 
blazing soul
So much for just a moon day..
#moondays
Even if you don't have it,
Fake it till you make it!
 24° 
Richard Graydon
In a Life of free will,
I chose to give myself away.
Not for wealth or influence, but
to learn everything I can,
Of you.
Procrastination poems
 23° 
Pedro
It was all for too long
held inside too far
gathering vile poison
deep inside your heart

Then it all came down
like river torn asunder
big blasts in the sky
parting clouds with sound of thunder

No stone left unturned
no feeling left to doubt
no tears held back as burden
no cries unsaid aloud

Then it's still

Silence reigns on heavy air
but nevertheless, one can feel
the scent of sorrow and regret

All that was done, all that was said
now feels silly, whimsy, fad
but can I take it back?
The daggers I slit between ourselves?
Is it really all lost to my own pride
my own planned and woven thread?
It is finished
 22° 
Frances Raeburn
You know
I don’t know
and revel in the not knowing
because the pain of knowing
would mean growing
into someone
I believe is
not worth the knowing
 21° 
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 20° 
Yaroslav
Why
What is your Why
What wakes you up
And makes you cry
What is your way
And why you stay   
Where starts your life
And path you try
Why still alive
If Why is lie
 19° 
max
i’m numb,
no i’m not sad, not happy
maybe i’m fine

but i’m numb

when you give them your all
and you often don’t get it back
it leaves you empty

no.

it leaves you numb
old write but sharing it and writing is how i’m choosing to cope
 18° 
Vyas
Thanks God,
Men are not the sole vessels
Of masculinity.
Thanks Goddess,
Women are not the sole vases
Of femininity.
Thanks Christ,
Children are not the sole ambassadors
Of the Eternal Child.
Thus, creation can be reinstated
By the Trinity.

2021
 18° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 18° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
The feud
serves you—
a place to grind
your hate
and keep your
heart
too sharp
to hold.
 17° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 15° 
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
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
Fights
Screams
silence

all fill the air

The air
shoving me away from everyone
making it clear
I don't belong

If that is true
then why
do I still try to fit in?
 15° 
basil
my roots are growing in ashy
i can't stop looking at my acne scars

i taste everything good in me
and lick the sin off my fingers

but no one told me that loving myself
would be this exhausting
 15° 
Jay eM
My hand outstretched, reaching for your closed heart
Reaching down, hoping you won’t fall apart

In your palm stands a candle burning
The warmth and light you’ve been yearning


But it’s light is abating
And it’s warmth has been excruciating.

Now the light is long gone
And I couldn’t go on,

The candle and I left you in the dark
With the remains of our spark.
Sometimes I feel like you’re holding on to things that hurt you instead of reaching for the ones that are trying to help. But time can and will run out. Eventually that helping hand will get tired of waiting for one that is too busy hurting itself.
 14° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
 14° 
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
.


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
I’m afraid of the dark
I hold my breathe when I’m alone at night
I feel its hand on my shoulder
Chilling as it grips tighter
With its knife to my throat, it tells me to run
Run around corners and past open doorways
Anywhere where it’s lurking about
Uncertainty is flourishing

I see shadows painted in paranoia
Stalk me while I walk to my car
Like bad memories and college debt
All through my life

Nothing else has this grip on my life
No addiction, no disease,
Only the darkness and its vice
Have such a control over me
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Δ
We could make a disturbing
poem that people might
mistake for high art
 13° 
zahri
I ran into my room,
threw my bag and jumped on my bed,
flung open the window as I realized you might still be in view.
I leaned out, full of joy.
I don't know what I was expecting,
but it definitely was not you staring back.
You were already there,
like a movie!
I waved, you waved back.
I yelled.

I LOVE YOU!
LOVE YOU TOO!
 13° 
Michael Marchese
Put me through miles
Of tortuous trials
All while the torturous
Boredom beguiles
Me spending it
Pending
My breakthrough’s
Approval
Potential is fading
In tandem with youthful
Refusal to sit back
And idly by
Just observe and report
The cloud forms in the sky
 12° 
Shamai
Today
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

So
Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
Perhaps
I’ll just go
Outside
To play
 12° 
Tyler Harper
My sister went to war.
My brother did his time.
My father slaved for the divine.
My mother freed heavy souls.
And
I will write it, with the will of the stars.
there’s a lot for me to write
but not much for me to say
because I can never voice out loud
how much you’ve caused me pain
i don’t want you to listen to what you’ve done to me, i want you to see it
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