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 1561° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 408° 
Inverted Soul
As I take it to the limit
just this last time
the harder it gets
the higher I climb
to advance to new boundaries
to see what may come
to unravel my conscience
become spiritually undone
feeling unwell
as my mind astrays
it's been to much fun
just counting the days
I go for a walk
my mind on a leash
further I go
so far out of reach
my fate is made up
forever it stays
forget who i am
It just sounds so cliche....
 353° 
Ashly Kocher
You may not notice it in the moment but realize it after the moment has passed...
 289° 
poetryaccident
Acceptance by friends is most kind
given they don’t know my mind
even as the questions reign
traditions felt in harsh complaint

ill intent is not the goal
as reactions come and go
when the source defies a life
expectations become a lie

those deviations from the norm
presented to a perplexed world
are only measured in this way
while self verity defines my day

the combination may instruct
by actions lived the deal is struck
acceptance offered in the storm
revelation as worlds are turned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191205.
The poem “Acceptance” was inspired by friends and associates presenting acceptance of my alternative sides even as I sense that they struggle with frames of reference to truly understand.
the furtherance of shame...
 191° 
Ashly Kocher
I’ve heard the saying
“ Can you miss someone that you never met?”
This holds true for all the women who have had a miscarriage
But what about those suffering from infertility
“ Can you miss someone that you’ve never met or actually never even existed?
I believe so...
Even though someone has no existence but you long to meet, I do feel like you miss them in many different ways

Even through nonexistent form of a human being, the existence that you long for will always be, a non tangible thing, missing from me...
 181° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
I'M stuck between "i really want to talk to you" vs "I really need to get over you."
 138° 
Jenish
For the breast milk and the care I thank you:
Oh dear mother earth.
 134° 
afiifa
You said sorry because that's what I needed.

You said to forgive and forget because that's what I wanted.

You cared for me.....you loved me.

You fought for me.......for Us.

& that's what we needed.
 130° 
imperfectstranger
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
 128° 
Quinn Adaire
We are all fighting battles
We are all fighting wars
With our own consciousness
And the ones we adore.

I’m not talking about military
Not government
But on hardships abound
Our energy is still spent.

Our trials sometimes don’t show
We don’t want others to know
But we’re all soldiers
In the war with Ourselves.
 101° 
Aquilla
I don’t believe in soulmates
But I do believe that at some point in your life
You will chance upon someone who when you speak they’re heart will hear
And talk back

~aquilla~
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 91° 
Marrianna Flores
Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
 87° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 80° 
Bruce Demos
It must've been that odd mushroom:
Its pungent spewed spores have made me
A fungal all-fours beast of gloom.

It couldn't have been my own brain:
So toxic, rotten, and seeping
Out meanness, spreading all the same.

Infected, that's why I'm absolved
From sinful guilty reflections,
It was them, not me, that mushroom.
Cordyceps are small yellow fungi that infect insects and other fungi, turning them into mindless zombies that spread the infection until it eats its host.
 66° 
Nefarious Breed
I am meant for arms of steal
Those that will handle my flames
Not meant for arms of satin
A touch like heaven
But inevitably burns in vain
 63° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 48° 
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
 48° 
Daniel
I want a tree to grow around me and hug me to dark.
I want the universe to break me into atoms and spread me across space like a dandelion.
 46° 
Lamar Cole
When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.
 44° 
Sara
I'm angry
I really am

I'm angry
but more than that I want to break down at every second of the day and night
and the worst part is you aren't even capable of saying you're sorry

I'm angry
I'm angry when you mope around the house like this wasn't your fault
Like you didn't endanger every person that tried to get close to you
Like you haven't tried to blame everyone else around you before taking any responsibility for your actions

I'm angry
I want you to tell me the truth
To look into my eyes and tell me you never cared about any of us

I'm angry
I really am
 42° 
Slightly Lovely
An apology without change,
is just manipulation.

I love you, but I can wait till your rule over my life ends.
3 more years, 3 more years, 3 more years.
 40° 
CNM
I don’t want to crave the harshness in the back of my throat anymore
I want to dance in the rain with you
Even if I lose my breath
Even if my hair gets wet
I want the world to become a little brighter
So I can see clearer just for a little while
Even in the middle of the darkest of months
And maybe my head wont hang as low
And maybe my neck will no longer ache
And maybe my body will feel a freedom and clarity I haven’t felt since I was a child
Even in the middle of the darkest of days.
 39° 
Wander
I feel so stable
but i know it won't last
I keep my arms out
for balance alone
I'm trying to grab on
to keep myself still
I'm on this rope
above everyone else
and if i fall
ill be alone
 39° 
TMReed
Do you want to hear a riddle?
No?
I’ll tell you anyway.
Here’s a hint:
Don’t overthink it.

You have seven baby teeth on your ninth birthday.
You have five baby teeth on your tenth birthday.
You have three baby teeth on your eleventh birthday.
How many baby teeth do you have when you turn twelve?

None.
Only babies have baby teeth.

Or so I’ve been told.
Teeth can be awfully clueless sometimes.
 39° 
Shamai
Chairs in the room
Vacant
Because
Alone
Requires
Emptiness

On the table
Papers
Requiring attention
Strewn to the side
And left
Alone

Fire in the hearth
No one
To watch it

Empty room
Amply furnished
Ticking clocks
No one
To listen
 38° 
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.
 38° 
mars
All I want
Isn’t money or fame

All I want
Is to some of you might sound cheesy

But what I really want
Is to hear

“You’re a good daughter”
And that
Is enough for me.
 37° 
Jake Welsh
A letter to the spider living in my shower:

Dear Margaret,
I get lonely when you’re not around, then a little sad.
When you reappear it turns my Earth.

With love,
 35° 
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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

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


Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 35° 
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.
 34° 
Mystic Ink Plus
If you want to
Feel pain

Fall in love

If you want to
Feel happy

Fall in love

With whom
That only matters
Genre: Observational
Theme: Matter of time
 34° 
Kyla A
There’s a murmuring in the distance,
Followed by the clatter of human existence.
She watches the sway of enlightened trees
As her eyes are pulled into the sight of a forgotten reed.
The music of the buds
Pressed into her ears are
unclear as she breathes
In the scents of her past,
Childhood years.
 33° 
Eric Pratt
I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
 33° 
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.
 33° 
Muse
Far away into the ethers where I feel you,
is where my heart starts to heal,
the wounds of projections of rejection,
the mountain top that seems so far,
is but a nearby step away,
you uncover my fear.
 33° 
ranveer joshua
if only you weren’t tone deaf,
i would’ve been the music to your life.
i could be a gentle harmony like a piano,
yet a surprise, an adventure, like forte.
 32° 
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
 32° 
Justin
sad
she's sad
so im sad
it's just that simple
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