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 897° 
Maryann I
They call her names,
send their curses through a screen.
She blocks them,
but the words slip through the cracks,
curl beneath her skin.

She scrubs her face,
but the insults don’t wash away.
She sleeps,
but the whispers slither through her dreams.

Years pass.
The usernames are gone.
The accounts are deleted.
The laughter has moved on.

But the words—
the words still stay.
This poem plays with the idea that words, once spoken (or typed), never truly go away.
 538° 
Fumbletongue
If you have to lie, then deep inside,
You already know the truth you hide.
The words you twist, the stories bend,
Can never heal, can never mend.

A shadow creeps with every tale,
A weight that grows with every veil.
The truth, once bright, is lost in gray,
Each step you take leads you away.

You know you’re wrong with every breath,
Each word you speak, a quiet death.
If truth is gone, then so are we-
A bond can’t live on false debris.

If you must lie to make it through,
Then face the truth: it’s not worth you.
I think most often we lie to ourselves the most.
 498° 
Joss Lennox
connection begins,
where fear ends.
don't be afraid to put your creativity out there!
 494° 
Daniel A Gabbard
….
….
The door drew fate.
A face amidst the darkness?
My anxiety inflates.


A passing day draws in darkness,
each day an eye sees me.
My senses urge, trying to decree;
For It finally began,
It now watches, it can now see.



I have fled my place,
But will it ever follow?
I closed the lights,
lifted them in darkness,
My feelings ever hollow.


I may be crazy,
But this is forever true.

It was never like this,
It was my fault.
I had defeated my own nightmare no less,
But my actions caused it to bless.
A cage in a basement I made,
It turned that to its charade.

Now I shall find something to confront,
It shall never leave my front.
An existence that shouldn’t exist.
I shall annihilate that, fist with fist.

An old shadow, with yellow flaming eyes.
I looked in past at time, I try,
Four preceding angelic numbers of time,
Guided times hand to defeat;
It was something, my greatest feat.
The nightmare that I caged.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥
𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

For I shall now figure this cursed time,
Else I will meet an inevitable demise.
My very own.
 469° 
JA Perkins
I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
feel every embrace.

So believe me
when I say you're
the one I've always
wanted and that
I loved you before
we met..
A beautiful thought
 348° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
When the last snowflakes
Gently descend in early spring
I think about the north country
When the dying drafts of cold air
Solemnly kiss me farewell
I think about you
How great is Dylan?
 322° 
Stephen Leacock
The doctor arrived—
A man whose life path is marked by six and framed by fame.
He stood beside the ambassador; together, they spoke,
Two minds aligned, two hands that shook,
Making change, shaping peace—
Turning tides, setting chaos at ease.

Things are not always what they seem,
But the world is shifting toward a brighter dream.
The Sixteen rise, striking north,
And inflation whispers, ready to burst forth.

Prices climb and fall in waves,
As karma spins the globe,
Draped in chaos,
Crowned with consequence.

A revelation brews at the edge of dawn—
The horseman of famine already rides on.
The world bends low, down on its knees,
Shaken by that unseen thing,
The thing that makes you sneeze.

The doctor kindles interest in your mind,
Igniting purpose you were meant to find.
A man stands strong against the bully’s might,
A student guided by the blue  Star of Light—
Deporting her back to her home country.
The Jewish flame that guards from far, the Jewish  student a symbol shining like a star earning his degrees.
The expensive campus.

With hearts of love, we join as one,
To fix what’s broken, to get things done.
We thrive, we hold, we build, we trade—
In unity, progress is made.

No sorrow here, no tale of doom—
Only rising hope that clears the gloom.
The hands of power now seek to grow,
To nurture, to build, to learn and know.

AI flows through every stream—
Testing like an scientist,
The Engineer that needs fuel,
The Generator,
The labs, in trials, in future dreams.
Testing minds, reshaping norms,
Through every breakthrough, every storm.

New friends arise across the land,
Lending wisdom, lending hand.
Development deepens, bonds renew,
As funding helps our visions come true.

Some moments brief, some gains may fade,
But more is born from what is made.
A sign above—Seraphim align—
Their wings outstretched across divine.

Together we rise, together we strive,
To make this world not just survive,
But thrive in hope, in light, in grace—
A better future, a better place.
 309° 
Iskra
Someone looked into my heart
As if I spoke my mind through him
Someone touched my hand and felt
Past eternal gloves of skin
Someone looked behind my face
To see the mind that lives within
Someone looked into my heart
Someone noticed me within
 297° 
Nat Lipstadt
market report: spinning on an axis of complexity

phrase captures and enraptures, buried deep in one of the
countless market reports that arrive every minute out of date by the time they press the end/send button but this rises
up from the forged gorge throat and all the rest falls away

spinning on an axis of complexity

sticks like Elmer's glue, white viscous, good for paper & skin,
cause you knew precision revision incision instantaneous,
they are intended for your eyes only, pasted to your eyes,
tinged tongue screaming you man, you poem
there is no
difference, for both at 1:55am 
 where time is sleep verboten,  
when words are blood platelets in a mystery entitled

spinning on an axis of complexity*

human must eat
human must work
human must love
human must sort the juggling orbs,
too much new information constant and brain incapacitated

while falling-spinning
when eyes now fully glued shut by the
complexity of clashing algorithms
writing this market report on the state of me,
the passionate impartial analyst who boldly reveals, he proclaims
he owns stock in himself and issues a
sell recommendation

the complexity-situation trending signals crash a-coming,

and at 1:59am after composing this hissy fit writ,
he downgrades the official outlook to sell and
lies down on the kitchen floor and laughs
with the angel dudes eating bagels and holding their sides,
cause they have  been running a short position up in heaven*

6/22/17 2:05am
nyc
Flowers simmer
In summer, a relief
April showers
 262° 
nvinn fonia
Given the arithmetic sequence:
f (1) = 4; f (n) = f (n - 1) + 3. Find f (5).
 251° 
yndn
Stop searching for places where you feel like you need to fit in, especially when you truly don’t belong there.

Stop seeking love from people just to fill the emptiness inside you.

You cannot expect to receive something from others if you are unable to give it yourself.

Simply put, you cannot give what you do not have.

So, learn to appreciate and love yourself first.
 237° 
Ángel González
Súbita, inesperada, espesa nieve
ciega el último oro
de los bosques.
Un orden nuevo y frío
sucede a la opulencia del otoño.
Troncos indiferentes.
Silencio dilatado en muertos ecos.
Sólo los cuervos
protestan en voz alta,
descienden a los valles
y -airados e insolentes-
ocupan los jardines
con su ***** equipaje de plumas y graznidos.
Inquietantes, incómodos, severos,
desde sus altos pulpitos marchitos
increpan a la tarde de noviembre
que exhibe todavía
entre sus galas secas
la belleza impasible de una rosa.
 232° 
Thea
In a world devoid of meaning, she wandered alone,
A soul forsaken, lost in the void, a heart of stone.
Her eyes, once bright, now dimmed, like stars in the night,
Reflecting the emptiness that consumed her light.

She walked with steps of lead, her feet heavy with despair,
Her laughter a hollow echo, her hopes a distant, fading air.
Time, like a thief, stole away her dreams, leaving only ash,
And darkness crept in, a slow and silent crash.

It didn't come all at once, but trickled in like sand,
Grain by grain, until the light was lost in the land.
Her smile, a forced and fragile thing, like a blade held sideways,
Couldn't pierce the shadows that enveloped her, like a shroud that wouldn't fade.

She didn't scream, she didn't cry, she simply stopped shining,
Her light extinguished, like a flame that's lost its spark, its meaning.
The world around her lost its shape, its color, its sound,
And she was left with nothing, but the echoes of a hollow ground.

But then, one day, an ember appeared, a spark of light,
A small, yet fierce, flame that flickered in the dark of night.
It didn't promise, it didn't call, it simply existed,
A tiny, glowing point, that beckoned her to follow, to resist.

She reached out, with a hand she thought was lost,
And touched the ember, feeling its warmth, its gentle cost.
It didn't move away, it didn't fade, it stayed,
A steady, pulsing light, that guided her through the shades.

She followed, step by step, through memories like thorns,
Through fear like fog, that shrouded her, and kept her from being reborn.
The ember led her, through the dark, through the pain,
Until she saw, a glimmer of light, a world reborn, a new refrain.

The darkness peeled back, like a curtain, like a veil,
And air, sweet, warm, alive, brushed against her skin, like a gentle gale.
She blinked, and the world bloomed, like a garden in spring,
Colors she had never seen, spilled from the sky, like a rainbow's wing.

She stood, trembling, on the edge of something new,
A world of wonder, a world of beauty, a world anew.
And there, in the gold-soft hush of morning, she met a heart,
A heart as gentle, as soothing, as the morning breeze, a brand new start.

He didn't ask for her story, he just listened to the silence,
Between her words, where the truth resided, where the pain existed.
He didn't try to fix the cracks, he just held them, like a work of art,
And showed her, that even broken, she was beautiful, a masterpiece, a work in progress, a brand new start.

His laughter was rain on a window, his voice, a gentle stream,
That flowed through her, like a river, and washed away her pain, her scream.
His eyes, like the morning sun, shone bright, and warm, and kind,
And when he smiled at her, she saw herself, reflected, redefined.

She, who once flinched from affection, like a wounded thing,
Now leaned toward his kindness, like a flower, that needs the sun's warm wing.
She let herself soften, let her hands learn to hold,
Without shaking, without fear, without the weight of her past, her gold.

He showed her, that love didn't have to be loud,
To be real, to be true, to be a love that's proud.
It could be the quiet way, he stayed, even when she tried to run,
The way he said nothing, when her fear said everything, when her heart was undone.

The way he called her beautiful, not to convince her,
But because he simply saw her, like a work of art, a masterpiece, a treasure to discover.
He saw her, like a sunrise, like a sunset, like a work of art,
A beauty, that's rare, a beauty, that's unique, a beauty, that's a work in progress, a brand new start.

She still gets scared, still waits for the light to leave,
But now, she holds his hand, and the journey, is a different beat.
It's been a journey, of magic, stitched into the mundane,
Of coffee cups, and stargazing, of midnight confessions, and slow dances, in messy kitchens, in the rain.

It's been a journey, of missteps, and meltdowns,
Of moments, she nearly ran, but he was there, to catch her, to hold her, to love her.
He's been there, through it all, through the laughter, and the tears,
Through the fears, and the doubts, through the moments, that seemed to last for
It's a long one, a bit like a story of sorts but I hope you all like it, I got inspired after watching numerous movies in the past two weeks and I've wanted to write based on that.
Hope you all love it and that you all have that special someone in your life
 199° 
Ivan
lost inside you, I find myself in two
for soon due, dawn will hue
black skies to blue

so memory will be our only treasure
of those lost moments
measured with pleasure
 197° 
Julie
To allow yourself to feel
is the strongest thing
a human can do.

When we feel,
we are raw.
They say vulnerability
makes us weak—

But the truth is:
being vulnerable
makes you even stronger.

Because you have nothing to hide,
nothing to run from.
Your body cooperates
with your mind.

In Sanskrit, they call it — sahaja —
that which is born with you.
Feelings are not a weakness,
they are our guide.

To feel is to be.
let yourself feel
 192° 
Trinidad Apodaca
Dawn did tell me
It’s deepest secret
As the morning
Did put it to rest

And the morning
Came to seek
What it was
Dawn had said

But I was stranded
And frozen in time
As the afternoon
Left morning behind
 187° 
fariha
all that peace talk i had with myself everyday,
finally break down,
with just a message,
to rekindle back our painful memories,
oh i wish i am numb and dull to emotions,
but i am fragile as a bubble,
as the wind blows me away, i will dissipate into air
eventually an apology will be long forgotten.
 184° 
Alex Teng
Distance makes the heart grow bright,
Even when we're out of sight.
Though we're apart, I know it's true,
As long as you're happy, I'll be too.

The miles may separate our view,
But love endures, steady and true.
Your joy is all I need to see,
For your happiness means the world to me.
 182° 
joaquin
browsing through her trove of memories

wanting to have been a part of her past

so that i could have made it better
would I have made it better?

or would the mere displacement already set her on a more favorable course?
 181° 
RMatheson
I'm still
just a little
boy
wondering,
"What happened?"
 168° 
Ram N Oodle
A gardener once had 2 two seeds
they planted both in the same soil

one was healthy and robust
the other, weak and frail

Pitying the weak seed
the gardener gave special care

It was attentively fertilized,
watered meticulously,
weeds picked out regularly
sunlight regulated.

The gardener watched the weak seed
crying as it finally bloomed after all the struggle

Rejoicing, the Gardner turned to the healthy seed
but it had never sprouted.
 162° 
Belicia Salas
i am so sick with missing you
my body aches in your absence
all of the loveliness in the world reminds me of you from kind smiles of strangers
to the sweet songs of the birds in the mornings
you’re everywhere
you’re everything
i fly
through the clouds
of my mother’s lungs

untouched
by the sun
or the moon

i walk
through the forest
of my mother’s lungs

lost
in its great shadows

i swim
through the caves
of my mother’s lungs

the rising tides
drowning out
all pockets
of air
 151° 
Abbott J Hardison
Is there any way to become a mind reader?
Maybe if I knew what you were thinking,
I could do this better,
Because I'm not the greatest now.
 146° 
Maddy
Some are most creative and beyond comprehension
For they are that talented
Some have that magic naturally
Some hoping to create and find their way
Their impact makes us better writers
You can agree to disagree
Just read and enjoy
The pleasure of reading and enjoying the talent is so much better
than the so -called talent we tune into to see
Not asking you to tune out but tune in to what happens here
Hello Poetry Poets
Thanks
 144° 
Gerry Sykes
A river is not the sea
like genius is not wisdom.
My own proverb from the current times and politics.
 132° 
Sherri Woodman
We fought until we fell apart                                                            ­        No love left in each other's hearts                                                           ­                                                       All these years we can't regain                                                           ­    Any empathy that once remained                                                         ­       
I have always wondered why I stayed                                                           ­                                            While you continued to push me away                                                             ­                                              Now all of the love that we once knew                                                             ­                                               
Has become a stain of me & you
 130° 
Morgan Zslnka
Sweet new relationship energy

- Polyamory
 126° 
Mimi
Her
I trusted her
She said she loved me
I never wanted to believe it
Cause she doesn't she lied
I ran and cried
I tried to get mad and any
But I always ended up sad so
Just **** me
I just hate that I miss her
 115° 
matt r
we love,
in spans of poetry
,the looseness of day
& settle intoer
counterpart
with open fingered
grace

wake!ng brilliant light
you  -not real yet-  but
no time away
from your flexing
chimera.               wake
,you,   new medusa
,aching & shallow

but love,
in spans of poetry
,the aching of the day
 110° 
Ayisha R
After
umpteenth
power naps;
2-hour drive—
gradually dissolved
into 5 hour of fleeting
microsleeps.

Driver
duty
/
duly.

Yours
truly.

💭
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
 107° 
Ray Hatim
A drop of wetness
Kisses the rose petal,
The tension of liquid
Forming the globulous shape

As it swims across to the edge,
The crimson blanket lifts-
A sphere of perfect clarity
Up into the air

Soon followed others
Just like shiny diamonds,
Dancing across, and through
The red scented allure

Only when it reaches
The brown muddy earth
Does the soil know
Of the sorrowful salt
 104° 
Qualyxian Quest
Thai food today
My son, he does drive
Highway to Hell
Feeling 55

Grateful for small victories
Suffering, but still alive
Keep him moving ahead
Quietly to thrive

                      Amen.
 104° 
silvervi
All people are equal. Are people. Are equal.
A reminder for when inner contemplation, judgement or comparison begin. 🙏
There is a whole text to explain this view. Would you be interested? Thinking of posting it.
 102° 
Jose H
It is simple, uncomplicated yet straightforward
It is but love and nothing but love
It is but a “Good morning beautiful”
To days end “Goodnight my love”
But two cups of coffee rather than one
The quite attentive smile when listening
The hug and a kiss upon arrival
The respect of consideration when deciding
Understanding of one’s feeling upon action
It is not complicated
To love and live with one in mind
To live as two, not as one
Truly love and respect till death parts
Yet even in death love does not cease
For a true love is eternal
To love you truly
Until the very end
In this life and the next
For all eternity
 100° 
Eve
oh with strings that play of spring and forgotten history
i’ve got nothing left to give to you,
forever your remained mystery
i’ll watch you go,the man of cold
my closed off mister
and the curtains will close
on all my truths untold

and i’ll Play for dimes of my moms green eyes
and listen to the cries of all my sisters
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses

with strings that play of spring you’ll hear the ring of all my wishes
hear me sing of forgotten history
being your invisible mistress
and in a moment of play pretend
you’ll be my lustrous mister
but until then
i got nothing left to give you
but my melody’s awful glister

so i’ll play for dimes of my moms green eyes and listen to the cries of all your wishes
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses
and maybe someday play for the eyes
of all of our dying sisters
 97° 
Lyle
a day so many years ago
drawing with sidewalk chalk
chalk pieces left on the driveway
rain
began to fall
drawings began to blur and fade
chalk pieces dissolving
into sticky puddles
of neon orange, pink
purple and blue
swirling together
makes me remember
that there was a day
when I stopped going back out
with a piece of chalk in hand
to leave drawings for the rain to distort
 95° 
Suhei
Take my hand  I will take you to the city of stars ...

Because in this world .. they won't let us love
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