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 1348° 
Karisa
Astonishingly beautiful world,
the zephyr kissed me
come to play with river mists

you brought the sun in your eyes,
the church sun dial came to now,
coalesced into one,
my world was caught,
between a finger and thumb

radiant morning
I flew your line of sight,
Helios lit my wings in white.
for H
 349° 
Daire Sweets
She wanted to turn her pain into art
So she decided her skin was a canvas
But the brush was too sharp
And the lines were too deep
So red paint soaked through
And there was nothing other than tragedy
For the art was not beautiful
Like sunsets and flowers
It was harsh and sad
Even though the lines were clean
It left a mess on the bathroom floor
And the paint stained her arms
And she sat peacefully watching
The masterpiece she created
Be later hidden by long sleeves
 310° 
Suzy Berlinsky
Bye bye New Jersey. I'm scraping my bone alone on my own with a
traffic cone. So long forever crapped-out Claire Trevor. My elbows
are scab-free & my knees are well as you boil in a fiery lake of hell.

Dare never clever Claire Trevor.
Claire Trevor (March 8, 1910[1] – April 8, 2000) was an American actress. She appeared in 68 feature films from 1933 to 1982,[2] winning the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her role in Key Largo (1948), and received nominations for her roles in The High and the Mighty (1954) and Dead End (1937). Trevor was billed first for Stagecoach (1939); her profile was higher than John Wayne's at the time.
 218° 
Oliver Beckett
Like leaves in the wind,
My soul is fragile and weak,
With one wrong step,
One tiny creak,
It could snap
Just a little free verse-type poem that I wrote.
 180° 
Po
thats what i used to think
its just a word that people like to throw around and abuse
there is no definition of the word love so it can't be real
no one can tell me what love is for me
 160° 
Haddie Brenner
I feel my petals drop,
Slowly on the ground.
Leaving voids, emptiness.
Leaving me undone.
I'm bare.
I'm barren.
Unsound.
 157° 
SomeOneElse
Too insecure to just be me
Longing someday to be set free
A four, wing five I.N.F.P.
I am my own worst enemy
A prisoner trapped inside me
Wishing I could be happy
New poem on how I often feel
 106° 
Thinking of You
That’s the thing about writing.
You think if you can confess your vices poetically enough, they’re not vices at all.
 97° 
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 89° 
Mahima khatun
I'm falling asleep ,for a magical tune🎼🌌
A tune have a lot of secrets
A tune tune have an untold story
A tune have a great mystery
A tune have a silent pain
A tune have an endless love
And I'm falling asleep ,for a magical tune🎼🌌
 88° 
Nikkipopgun69
My friends say I’m lucky,
I’m not even lucky in the slightest for anything.
if I was lucky the universe would of helped a girl out by now.

If I was lucky I’d have the guy of my dreams
If I was lucky I wouldn’t think about dying alone.
If I was lucky I wouldn’t cry myself to sleep.
If I was lucky so lucky  I’d have the biggest smile.
But I’m not so lucky I can’t even function tell people how they make
Me feel
 70° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 68° 
uhhhhhhhhhhh
I can't feel in control, because I already feel defeated

The only way to stop feeling defeated is to heal

And I believe that the way to heal is in love; real love

The way to heal is through acceptance

The way to heal is in the present

The way to heal is not painless

It just takes a lot of time and effort.
 68° 
Kawa
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
 66° 
Jehkaran Singh
aim for greatness
we get trapped in idealistic way to live that's no ordinary menace
perhaps a false way to survive...
 64° 
madi
there seem to be no words
coming from the void that sits in my ribs
where there was once:

libraries, poems, songs

now sits nothing
 62° 
Infamous one
I78
Had a dream about you it known you're gone it was good you see by my side. The smartest genuine person I know. I see the van and think you are home. You had plenty of life to live the hardest part is letting go still in denial.
 62° 
Bryle
Self love will always be
And will always be a struggle
It's the constant acceptance
Of you lacking, of your own flaws
It's the dissonance between
Settling for what's in store or
Trying to see what's for more

Self love is about
Answering the screams you hear
Inside your head once everything
Has settled and calmed

Self love is about
Addressing your fears, of what is
Keeping you awake at night

Self love is about
Letting your tears fall, letting your
Emotions take over every while
For self love is not about sparkles
For it is dark, painful, and tiring

It's hard, isn't it
 47° 
Sarah Spencer
I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself
I'm tired of pretty poems. My thoughts are good enough
 47° 
Celine Ngo
you were an oasis in a desert

i thought you were an oasis,
but you were a mirage.
and a mirage is all you will ever be.
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE JULY 2020 AND I NEVER PUBLISHED IT DSKLJFDLKS here you go :3
 42° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Will you be ready
To meet the Lord Jesus
Just never know what's
around the corner

What will you do if
You say no.?
Will you have regrets
Will it be to late
Or will fate
Be your slate
Remember the thief ..
Said remember me
Jesus when you are in paradise.
 36° 
Leah Carr
Hello, my name is Manipulative
Or at least that's what people call me
I'm also inappropriate.
Along with aggressive and unkind.
Those are some of my other labels.
I'm a burden and a pressure
I'm not fair to others.

What do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to be Leah.
A young woman.
A human being, released from the chains
of the words of others.
I want to be free.
But will it ever happen?
 32° 
Aeerdna
You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
broken feelings.

in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.

You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.

Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.

You
a dance in a summer rain,
You
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
a mystery,
You
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings
numb.

You,
beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
You,
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
You,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.

You,
the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.


To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.
 32° 
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
 28° 
isabella3
her
When I met you
We clicked
We synced
Were were meant to be
You said you loved me
And only me
You were mine
I was yours
Until you stopped texting me good morning and goodnight
Until you cancelled our dates to stargaze on the roof
Until our late night deep talks turned into occasional small talk
Until you stopped saying “i love you”
Until you found “her”
The one who's puzzle piece fit yours just a little bit better than mine
We gradually turned into strangers
Because you found “her”
I used to be “her”
And so did the “her” before me
And so will the “her” after
But there is no “her”
Because none of them will be just right
 27° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 25° 
labyrinth
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
The crow and his burnt feathers,
His fading Iridescent luster
calls out for a life that at one point

He knew.

Lined with dark ash, covered
In rubies and gold.
Yet one look up above
One he could not obtain.

An illuminated lie in his dreaming state.

In stillness he stood
The ink that he bore
The scattered light he once held
soaking in his obsidian hues.

Things he could not take back
Things that he could not have

And all the questions he still had
could only be answered

By the moon.

-Kore
I used to have a pet crow
 25° 
tranquil
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
circles
 24° 
Mikayla Ratliff
I spend.
I drink.
I rationalize.
I think.
No filter.
I speak.
Hypocrite.
I leak.
Overdrive.
Can’t stop.
Socialize.
I shop.
   Mentality.
No breaks.
Try to heal.
I ache.
Pray.
For sanity.
Vanish.
Vanity.
Love.
Conditions.
        Strive.
Submission.
All is fine.
Squander.
Why?
I wonder.
Stand up.
I pledge.
        Not worth the fight.
Allege.
        Drained.
Mentally.
Stained.
Fundamentally.
Saved.
Eternal.
Grateful.
External.
Unchanging.
All praise.
Loved.
Unfazed.
 23° 
Traveler
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
 23° 
Keara Marie
Don’t be the shadow in their darkness, be the light they can’t escape.
 23° 
Ashley
whether i get the pill or not.
Tomorrow im determined to get further.
i won’t chicken out.
period or not. i really dont even care about me i just wanna eat this girl out.
make her want more of me.
i got this.
 22° 
Val Vik
I wish . . .
with all of my heart
for you to be happy
by my side

And . . .
if you are not
It's okay
to let go
thoughts that rhyme
Freestyle, raw poetry
 22° 
aya
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
 21° 
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
 21° 
My Dear Poet
This is a short story
I’ll take my time telling it

If it turns out to be a long story
I’ll make sure not tell it twice

If you don’t like a true story
I’ll spare you the facts

Nonetheless, a sad story
and all about you and me
 21° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
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