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 856° 
Nat Lipstadt
love between poets: “who will be between the sheets next week
when I’m gone,” she lets sigh-escape,
as she watches the backyard paradise parading landscape
of animals before the bay, perfect day sure to come,
her new pets obeying the early morn sunrising awakening call
to rise, everyone playing~parading, before her royal summons,
no coincidence, finger-of-god, two by two

this while I’m kissing her neck,
my arm around her *******,
and the he-intent on slip sliding down
to the small of her back,
obeying his innate,
worship worshiping and giving up,
all he’s got intense intently contentedly

unfazed, unphased,
non-nonplussed,
he’s been interrogated before,
heart is pure he answers:

next weekend when you are back in situ,
thousands of miles away, airplane housed for hours,
writing poems of love from the lost and found,
recalling this exact moment,
how I worshipped your presence,
and these words:


You will be with me in every breath,
our sheets will radioactively emit
ions and molecules of our scent combined,
and present as present  your perfume can be,
elicited, elixir, you and me combinant

she turns from the bay-view,
the animals who now mutually
worship her adoration,
watching, focused on us as observers,
she lifts me up and smiles,
replying

“oh my lover you’re the cad of cads,
king of the baddest poet-lads,
the gist of what is wrong with the best of men,
her, pressing me hard to her chestnut hair chest,
she, falling down into my eyes

take me back to bed, liar,
let me add to my aroma,
to ensue, to ensure you will miss
the best love
you had partly, insufficiently, and unhinged
completely

I’m your lassie, you my lad,
my cad of cads, my lover poet,
thief of my poems and my secret speech spells,
escalating senses of one’s imaginings”

and,
along came the rest
of what was freely given,
for love between poets
man and
a woman,
is a someone, somewhere,
sometime summertime
thing


I will still smell you in my
heart, and send to you ballistic missives,
words to explode your tear ducts
when you rest in sheets that met me,
when you’ll know me by my odors,
cry out loud so that you’ll scare our animals,
no matter how many tides wash away our residue,
you will never unknow and be forever unprepared
for my return

even though we will be each, a thousand unwritten poems away...
 421° 
zebra
"I AM YOUR SLAVE NOW DO WHAT I SAY"
 314° 
Astrid Thomas
Everything has lost its colour,
Even on the sunny days.
I'm almost certain that the lake used to be bluer,
that your eyes used to burn brighter.

Perhaps it's just a blurry lens,
But I fear my vision's changed
 312° 
David P Carroll
I love your bright smile,
And,
I love your soft warm kiss
Each day with you
It truly magical,
You make my heart beat faster​ than normal,

Every day I love you more,
I see the butterflies and
Birds flying,
The rainbows across the
Blue sky shining, I smile,

Thinking about you,

My love, I have been blessed
With you in my life,

So take my hands​,

As I kiss you softly,

I Whisper too you,

I’ll never let you go sweetheart, because I'm​ forever in love you....
True Love
 290° 
sandra wyllie
but I think I’ll die
if I can’t have you
by my side
I’ve got no soul
every day I cry
and at night
I can’t sleep
I wet
all the sheets
with my tears
as I stare
into the black
thinking
of ways
of getting you
back
 248° 
Rammy
I know not of the stars
but I know your face
I can gift you the moon
But I know you want that cake
Your round face
Staring at me
Your full lips
Trembling as you kiss my knee  
From the window 
The moon looked on eagerly 
as we joyfully devoured our cake.
 235° 
Jack
I fell,
in love with your broken.
I fixed you
then
set
you
free.

Fractured,
in words left unspoken.
I'm broken
as
broken
can
be.
 230° 
Shreyasa1055
It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

Once upon a time
A farmer harvested peas
There is group of four peas
They are so friendly.....


It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

Then all peas are grown up
They are plucked of from plant
They  group is opened and spread
Then one little pea fell  far away

It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

Then the whole peas are packed
And sent to export for countries
Then the other three peas felt sad
To miss ther friend......

It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

After a week there were heavy rains
All the city got destroyed
Then the single pea is found
To a beggar in the street...

It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

Then he harvested with single pea
And made a crop with it......
He sold them for demand
And became a billinear

It's raining heavily
Little pea is lonely

Then that single pea
Became a golden pea
Which a beggar to billinear
........never give up..........
 222° 
Jackson Thomas
Distorted vision-
He who is cloaked kneels in pain,
Neglecting the truth.
 220° 
Manish Kumar
The horizon was about to engulf the sun

and my eyes fixed, savouring the nature's beauty.

The sun was red, the sky was red and

red was the lake beneath. In front of it

my eyes were red but the mind was in peace.

The black boat, in the lake; the black birds, in the sky;

all painting, an immortal scenary in my mind.

The steady breeze whispering in my ears,

the nature has come alive.
 209° 
mere
i once asked for help,
but what did you tell?

i once asked for the light,
but you got blurred from my sight.

i once asked for an ear,
but no one was here.

when the world
got filled with darkness,
how do you escape
from the sadness?
 184° 
S
i love that we only exist at night
 182° 
laura
ok
so i started another profile since this one is borked. like, can't put poems in the poem box. so, the new one is called laura 2. lol i'm original.

I'm probably done with this profile until someone fixes it. which they haven't responded to my inbox messages so i don't think they will. oh well, life moves on.
 134° 
MsTruth
I reach out, wrap my arms around you
You accept it, not much of a show
I wish that you will embrace me, too
That you want me, I need to know

A wish ignored, rejected...
 133° 
Jann Flach
Two lonely people‘s eyes
meet on a crowded street

They dream of each other all day

Then they never see each other again
 109° 
Janry Purplebuilt
Sometimes the questions
are already the answers.
 108° 
Caien Musharraf
End
Two miles away was sun
Wicked
Naked, striped down
In a sea of sweat
Raining
The fire from the sky
Waking
The demons of past
Thanking
The girl in the heart
I felt free at last
The seventh paradise
That hell of  ice
Wicked
Kicked in that hell
Sinking
Deed of life
The boat of the time
Living
I am gonna make it
Family
Baking a cake
Thinking
All things for God's sake
I am gonna make it
 105° 
Dawnstar
slow stiltdock
orange grain  s e a
fat boats chooglin
my hundredth poem, yay!
 80° 
Buried Words
I don’t lie..
I just withhold secrets I’m not ready to tell.
 68° 
Alifmun
Who am I?
I don't know
A concoction of
Different races
And language
A Frankenstein of
Word and cultures
Ignored and despise
By pure blooded
This poem is written from my personal perspective. Mixed blood always got treated differently
 68° 
elna
i feel trapped in me
maybe dying will set me free
but im not ready for the guilt yet
so maybe i'll just get f*cked up
and forget about my regrets
maybe i'll be fine one day
but i don't count on it
i turned this into a song and this is just the chorus :)
 65° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 65° 
EmVidar
Times like these
I miss you
a little more

-em vidar
Cigarette smoke lingers in her mouth as she reaches for a glass of red wine

Sweat beads fall down Her faded sari as She forms countless chapathi

she lounges
She works
experiences and observations
 52° 
Sophie bird
Gentleness is blood
swelling from a tongue
bitten over and over
in suppression
of the words that break bones
 52° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 50° 
Cierra Norman
dew worms & mayflies
                            
                              grounding in the garden at midnight
          fresh drizzle
                lost a little
           and no surprise

the trash hasn't been taken out yet

           a kitchen cabinet slams inside

is it that time?

                        lover washing dishes and I'm enjoying the outside

a different dimension
                                          I'm here to listen

and stay damp with dew worms & mayflies.
 47° 
Mike Steele
My my hey hey,
you blew your brain
out and went away.
I felt depressed and alone
in a way.

Hey hey my my
I guess a selfish suicide.
How your daughter must
cry. Hey hey my my

The flame went out but
your not forgotten.
I still play your music often.
The king of Grunge you'll always
be. Keep the place in history.
 46° 
Ray Dunn
let the sound of the music
drown out the check engine light
as your pulse beats to the drums
yolo
 45° 
A B Faniki
There once was a girl who was sad
she wear what is black so to hide
when summer is here the dress,
it calls heat which her drench
these cloth in summer will have her mad.
Limerick about summet cloth. 7/20/2019
 45° 
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 41° 
Donna
Think positive and
positive things will happen
Believe in yourself

❤️❤️❤️
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
 41° 
Liam
fault the summer air
that beckons the wafting spirit

fault the lightning bug
that flashes purity in the night

fault the music
that brings emotion to its knees

fault no fault but my own
 40° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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l
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.
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 40° 
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.
 39° 
Theia
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always
 39° 
Somon
When I first saw you,
I saw perfection.

When I got to know you,
I saw pain.

When I started loving you,
I saw strength.

Now...all that I see
Is what means everything to me.

What I see
Is the strength to go on.

What I see
Is the courage to do anything.

What I see
Is the love to be around anyone.

What I see
Is everything I need.
 39° 
Amanda
HSC
i was always envious
of the women
with their **** together
their confidence unparalleled
their stable nature

but not anymore...
it wasn’t luck
that got them to the top

i saw their names
etched into the walls of hell
as i walked through,
and now i understand
why they always have painted nails
...
they’re hiding the charcoal
hades survivors club
 36° 
Sky
I shouldn’t miss you this much.
I shouldn’t miss
our car rides,
your music,
the conversation.
I shouldn’t miss your company,
even when rain clouds lingered.
I shouldn’t miss you
for hurting me this way.
You knew it would hurt me
and you did it anyway.
I should be furious,
screaming in rage,

but I miss you.
A friend decided to cut me out of his life so that he wouldn’t hurt me, but that hurts me more than anything else could.
 34° 
Nina
Never tell someone you love them
Don't give them the advantage of knowing.

Once they know,
they'll use it against you

they'll use you as a second option
as a fall back plan

because they know,
no matter what they do,
you'll always be there for them.
loving them
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