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 1063° 
Carlo C Gomez
Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense,
I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.
 237° 
Diana
It’s almost a contradiction
To love someone
When they are angry
When they are jealous
When they are vicious
But it’s easy for many
To love someone
When they are joyful
When they are humble
When they are empathetic
It’s as if we have been misled
To provide conditional positive regard
Unconditional love
It is hard to encounter
A blessing to receive
And a burden to maintain
 234° 
Arlene Corwin
Can It Be?

Can it be
That when you die
Your atoms go into eternity,
Come back collectively,
Attracted by
A law of magnetism and attraction -
A cycle and a miracle;
After all,
They’ve always been
A You since time began.

Can It Be? 2.24.2021Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin
 149° 
ByAbis
i don’t want to go to sleep
i’m afraid of closing my eyes
and never wanting to open them again
 135° 
Eli
im not gonna do what you think im gonna do.
im not gonna say what you think im gonna say.
im not gonna yell like you think im gonna yell.
im gonna stay,
and say to you
ill always love you
 132° 
Kelly
ow.
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sometimes that's all you feel.
 132° 
Julie
Be
Be
Kind
Be
You
Be
Me
To choose
 103° 
Wanderer
Mirror bound, this shadow and I
For once my desire sees eye to eye
Distracting sharp edges and rough play
Searching for that biting darkness I used to crave
On wicked things my heart takes a tumble
Head over heels for salt worn stubble
I just can't shake this ache for fire, for flame
When I taste that razor edge and only get blame
Deep down inside I still feel your grit
Wave after wave, pounding away at it
What I would not give for your finger tips
Drinking full, drinking deep from regretful lips
Plunder. Pillage. Take it all.
If only to leave me panting and raw
 91° 
Aishu
Be the strength for someone
Believe in them
Show it to them
Express it to them
This will make them an even a better person
 87° 
James Alai
You're dead

there was so much we could have done
so many streets we could have walked down
but now we can't, we never will
because you are dead

I told you I loved you
and you said you loved me too
but you're dead
and now you are in a vase on a shelf
surrounded by pictures of the good old days

We could have walked hand in hand
up mountains and through forests and up and down hills
we could have seen it all
there is so much more to do

there was so much more to see...

but you're dead


and I hate it
I miss you grandma
 86° 
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
 86° 
Dante Rocío
If you ever see me
run over.
kicked.
bleeding.
blurring.
on the ground.
incoherently.
something wrong with me.
or that I’m not conscious,

don’t look for my breath
or heartbeat,
don’t reach for a phone to call
an ambulance that will drive me
to the hospice
to which the world throws you in
when your window sill climbing,
barefoot walking
in the dirt rolling
like child with freeing thoughts drooling
or law-culture breaking
gets too much
of a crime for them.
don’t ask me if I see still fine
your two or four fingers
yet look for the tears in my eyes.

For if I don’t have them anymore
and won’t get myself then or ever again
to truly cry,
it is only then
that you’ll know
I stopped fighting,
I died,
I ultimately ***** myself
and I forgot
there is more Beyond.

and without that
my existence isn’t worth
looking for the pulse
anymore.

I will not be worth
of seeing stars
as a boy
without sanity
or glasses
anymore.

...

I swear on you
upon all
that
heed.
Thought of when once I felt
That the Village’s walls want always
To take over us
And make us forget
There is actually worth
or Life.
Thought of when imagined
That I would cease to wonder
Cry, bless or use my Legend
To become.
When I thought how others are unwelcome
Of my antics, Liberty and the New I carry
Every time you wake into
Walking this Village’s annihilation
And fearing
That one day you’ll come
To agree to it all.
This is what others don’t know as Death
 81° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 73° 
Anonymous
Hate has 4 letters,
So does love,
Cry has 3 so does Joy,
Hurt, heal,
Positive, negative,
Anger, happy,
Enemies, Friends,
Same amount of letters,
Different sides of life.
Cycle of life 2
Stressed spelled backwards is desserts.
Coincidence
 69° 
M
I opened up Pandora's box
Unafraid of what it was inside
What we had I wouldn't call love
It ended before my nails dried.
love, breakup, ouch, bittersweet
 68° 
SquidInk
it's always the people that bring the most joy upon others
that are hurting the worst
 67° 
nick
we fell in love
in late june
but you told me
its not like it used
to be
but i don't believe in
love based on seasons

there's a song that playing in the back room
i think i'm gonna have a heart attack
because its the same song that you
told me to listen to

we fell out in early august
a year and a half later
and i wished you happy birthday
for the last time in july
but i wonder why
you were the first to say goodbye
i'm the only one who cried
 47° 
Exosphere
if you can’t be with the one you love
take care of the one you’re with
 37° 
Zack Ripley
I don't know where I began.
I don't know where I'll end.
But I don't need to.
I know where I am right now.
I'm with friends. I'm with you.
And to me, that's a pretty
great place to be.
 37° 
Payton
He sat at the edge of the Earth, and night after night, the moon told
secrets to his mocking blue eyes, secrets that no one else could ever, ever begin to understand.
This isn't really a poem. It's more of a pretty thought or piece of pretty prose. It was written in 2016.
 36° 
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
 36° 
Greta
I heard about twin flames,
wouldn't it be fun if I knew where mine is?
I'd die a hundred times
finding the one for me
so I wouldn't die trying
to make people fall for me
this is my first one, I'm sorry.
 36° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 35° 
linda
the drive at 2:30 am
our future so unclear
dreaming
sleeping under the sunlight
 35° 
gc
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
Don't tell me if you are sad because I finally get you.
I get you out of my mind.
I get lost.
Indonesia, 24th February 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
 33° 
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
.
P.s
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
 32° 
Jeremy Stacy
I’ll just deal with the consequence later
right now I’ll allow my consciousness to waver
serving up a flavor,
that tentatively turns into a vapor
is a remedy I savor
along with the marrying of a melody that influences my behavior
as the intensity of the intended entropy gets greater
Instagram jstpoetry
 31° 
Travis Green
Your love covers me
in a bed of red roses,
leaves a detailed trace
of lyrical sexiness
on my flesh.

I see you glisten
in a constellation
of brilliant hearts,
a blooming work of poetry
with the words running
off the pages of your book.
 31° 
Mr E Writer
Windswept clouds
glide past a full lit moon.
Jaffa cakes.
Inspired by an advert on UK TV. Jaffa Cakes, full moon, half moon, total eclipse. Here's a link to the ad:

https://youtu.be/-dtmRmOHK78
 30° 
LannaEvolved
Learn from what you live in relationship to others.
Every person brings a unique gifted value to your life even when you can’t see it.
 28° 
My Dear Poet
I’m trying hard
not to think you’re unkind
But the footprints in my heart
have left me scars in my mind
 27° 
Umwari uwera
You loved me
When I was sad

You loved  me
When I was mad

You loved me
When I was high

You loved me
When I was angry,


But I only loved you
When you were drunk ..
 27° 
Paul Hobson
Cry
Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.
 24° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 23° 
Emilio Valdez
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:

wallowing
freezing
fearing
aching
wishing
feeling

Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
 23° 
Cheyenne
had I been older I'd've
probably'd've recognized
the hell in your eyes
bus I mistook it for love

had I been wiser then
as I ought to have been
I'd've known the sin
of what'd been done
 23° 
miki
i cried everyday for you
because
i thought blue
was your favorite color
 22° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
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