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 685° 
sepehr
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 509° 
Carla
No matter what religion,
Or what race,
Or what name,
Or what face.

Through all the torture,
Through all the hate,
In the end we all,
Meet the same fate.
 340° 
Lillian May
poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind

too many tabs open

tv static for feelings

'error 404' for thoughts

poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight
 321° 
Destiny
:(
I'm broken.
I'm weak.
I'm sad.
I'm angry.
I'm asamed.
 213° 
savspoetry
how do i tell you whats wrong when
Technically
The feelings im feeling,
I dont have the right to have.
-betrayed, resentment, sad.
 178° 
Lemon
so swum,
and my throats lump,
makes me feel so done,
i swim,
and i drown,
let me turn my words
inside-out.
 174° 
Lexie
Bring your truth not your anger
Though the alter take both
A burnt offering of words
As cinders fall
Off the smoking end of my tongue
The circle is drawn
You need only write your name
With the ink in your arms
My love for you came in on little cat feet
That is, to say, crashing in at top speed
Landing with no warning in the pit of my stomach
And leaving me gasping for breath
Even long after you have left
Save
all the butterflies
of my kisses

and lock them
in the vault
of your heart

for if you'll
unleash them
one day

they will
carry you
with their wings

and bring you
to the garden
of my life.
 92° 
Hell-Loves-Blues
One
Then two
Three
Then four
I know I have a problem
But higher I soar
Five then
Six
Seven
Then eight
I better stop now its getting really late
What started as scratches
So light and so thin
Nine
Ten
Now craving deeper
When will it end
Eleven
Twelve
Why even fight
Thirteen
Fourteen
It hurts so much
Fifteen
Sixteen
Now I've lost touch
Seventeen...
Eighteen...
Red dribbles down
Nineteen
Twenty
I HAVE to stop now....
Maybe one more?...
No, or I'll be on deaths door...
I can't bleed the pain away
I cant bleed my mind free...
I'm trying to stop now
But what's stopping me?....
Angered by scars
but wanting to cause more
Because if I cut just right my mind won't reel anymore...
Trigger warning
 84° 
Quinn Adaire
I thought you were ok
Guess it was too early to say.

Now you collapse in my arms
Your walls fall down, broken charms.

Your tears soak me to the bone
I feel cold, you feel alone.

You’re not alone.
My best friend has bipolar disorder/manic depression.
 84° 
joe machetto
a thin grey man
by a stream
stranded
near a road
unused
absorbed by a hill
as it sinks
and he breathes
a pale glacial blue

while in a small room
his woman waits
keeping dinner warm
for his return
 76° 
atticus wilson
Everyday is the same
Sleep, skip meals, snap, sleep, repeat
Everyday I’m in the same loop
And I need
To break free
 75° 
Lauren Leal
Ghost Knight
Dressed in all white
Remnants of the twilight
Of the long fight

Fought in your head
With depression
Best served
In bed

Restless and blue
The stay of morose
Long overdue
Looking back on the dead versions
Of you

Day in and day out
This and that
With some doubt
As you try to muscle about

To stay afloat
On this rickety boat
 74° 
Chris Saitta
She walked out of the watercolor storm of a fresco
Like a cowl-bound form in a light drizzle of rain,
Her mosaic tiles of ancient lovers’ eyes, ceramic-borne,
Just as her hips held the curves of the urn, kiln-fired,
The coiled heat of Greece still stinging through her flesh.

For her, the treetops had been the summoners of storm,
In kind, she poured down the wet grove of her hair, electral,
Pantheress of humid breath and fanged flair of lightning,
Tamed once in the cloudy cage of Pentelic marble of the Parthenon.

But the world piled dust before her, baiting with its groveled roads,
For her black mullings, much-tasted rain, and heaven’s leaves to fall.
If only the Michelango-to-come had carved the clouds of her
For the light to remain, shining its centuries,
Then maybe the thunder would have been left undone.
 71° 
The Red Woman
i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter
 69° 
A Harris
A hand on your face
Lips wet to the touch
Smudging you with kisses
I love you so much..
Short but fun, outside of my spectrum of writing! Feel free to add on! Love to collab!
 64° 
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 61° 
Micah Gerdes
In the tea garden
sitting by the old stone towers - -
I see carved initials
 60° 
NP
He wondered when his life was to begin
He wished he didn’t

It became his only wish while life left his bedsheets
Make sure that by then you’ve run out of wishes
 59° 
Aprolam
I was told that if you're crying after something bad happened that you cared and you had so much emotion in it. Then I'm guessing that is the same thing to do when you loved someone. cause even after all this time I'm still crying.
my heart aches for people ive never met
my heart recognizes what it wants although its never witnessed it before

not everything i crave is from memory
to my future soul mate, the future love of my life, i will never give up my search for you
ھے گزر گیا وہ بار ہا یاں پل پل کے ودا سے
جسے مشکل سمجھتے لوگ یہاں کے ہر ادا سے
چھھوڑ کر اور کو کسی اور کا دامن تھام لیا
با وفا سمجھتے ہیں اس بے وفا کے ہر جفا سے
تیری الفت تیری نفرت یہ نہ جانے کس سے ھے
زخم بار بار آئے ہیں اس بے وفا کے ہر دغا سے
اپنے تئیں جنت لئیے ہیں اپنے تئیں دوزخ دئیے
کون امید رکھے گا بندہ و خدا کے اس خلا سے
جو کرے گا سو بھرے گا کیوں اداس ھے بیٹھا
مظلوم خدا بچائے تجھ کو یہاں کی ہر بلا سے
 52° 
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
 51° 
Margaret Jean
Like tremulous waves of copper, the sun rises on your face
In the early morning peace
The birds, awakening, sing veraciously to one another, enveloped
In the ambivalence of the falling colors
Blue, yellow, orange, red, and black, all mesh together
In an embossed dew on your cheek
As you part your lips,
Inhaling the fresh taste of the morning air

Belied, you exhale,
Breathing

Knowing.
2014
 50° 
Flora Felafel
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.
 49° 
Isobel Webster
Summer rolls around,
and we treat ourselves better.
Full of old heat and dust,
finding jumbled numbers,
lost in our bedroom drawers,
interwoven through our fingers,
that were a year or so too late.

And now accepting the narrative,
that we control,
our own soft, rough hands,
that shape every new day.
Knowing that we deserve better,
than the one before.
 46° 
Diana
When you no longer have control
Over your
Legs
Arms
Hands
Tongue
When you no longer have the independence
To speak
To move
Do you still feel the presence of love
Do you still feel the presence of right relationally with another
When you can’t translate that
Through words or actions
 46° 
Whit Howland
The little brush
used to dab over words
you typed or misspoke

and that made globules
of white paint
on the page

outside
someone's whiting out a canvas
painting

over images and words
that have grown stale
and no longer serve them well

Whit Howland © 2019
A word painting
 45° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 45° 
Sarah Robinson
its one of my favorite days of the year.
in order:
my birthday
my mom's birthday
Christmas
June 9th

thank you
for my introduction
to love
for selflessness and friendship
for letting me know that love
should not
come with conditions
for carrying my tennis racket
after practice and
waiting for my bus with me
for loving conversations about
the universe and life.
i'll never forget my first love.
thank you.
 44° 
Cora
i want to talk about you
to everyone i know
i want to shut my mouth
and keep you to myself
my heart flares up
explodes with thoughts of you
and i can't catch the words
and i can't catch my breath
 44° 
IrieSide
Let me never forget
we are still on the adventure

monotonous lows
or mountainous heights
To the one.
 43° 
Tobe Rune
I want to sit
in the flames
with you.
We don't
have to be
on fire,
but I'd like
the air
around us to
be the stage
for it
to dance.
 42° 
Ian Dunn
A stroke of lightning
Everything is on fire
What could we have done?

Bombs fall and friends die
On this day, black as the smoke
That now fills the air

That smoke fills the air
The only light we can see
is from burning ships

We will not back down
As dark as the day now looks
Brighter it will be
 41° 
Carmen Jane
So you've stumbled and fell
I say get up at once
I know you don't feel well
You felt like this for months

Yet is time to get up
And dust off your doubts
We could start up a club
Me and you, we'll gather facts

There are so many reasons,
To smile and be thankful
Don't mind the rainy season,
They're hidden and they're bashful

Our challenge is to find them
They're all around us
What could be inside them
Won't ever let anything drown us

So get up at once
Dust off and open your eyes
I know you felt like this for months
You have yet to find life's precious prize
 40° 
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.
 39° 
Robby
My newest fear is learning to forget these lies
Wish me well
 36° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 35° 
Anais
I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.
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