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 1468° 
Donna
Grey skies , leafless trees
A moment of quietness
Remembering Spring

❤️
Loving Nature As Always x
 1376° 
bess
They say,
if you throw a frog
in boiling water
it will hop right out.

But, if you turn
up the heat
slowly,
it will boil to death. 

I did not realize
that the heat
was inching
upwards
and upwards.

I was swimming
in burning water,
in blissful ignorance
of when
it would all come
crash down.

I did not know
that I was boiling.
 762° 
Jim Davis
My heart beats... for you

©  2020 Jim Davis
 650° 
mason warner
for i am without flaw
when god is crying
 587° 
sweetcaramel
She is a mess
But she is
a
Masterpiece
 559° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Help!
My poems from 13th January to 24th have been removed,
Gone,
Gone, gone, gone.................
My heart is bleeding,
My mind is in chaos,
Oh! Please bring back my poems back to me.
26/1/2020
 505° 
Lamar Cole
Kobe Bryant is with us no more.
The good do die young sometimes, that's for sure.
He was a basketball hero in LA.
He always played the game hard, that was his way.
An NBA legend he will forever be.
Always an inspiration to people like you and me.
 460° 
Ragna
Her lying in pain
Her blue face
Her last breath...

All these things still haunt me
And all of them refuse to leave my mind
 406° 
kianna
you don’t miss me
you just miss the person
who loved you so much
you didn’t even have to
love them back.
 222° 
Somon
I act like I don’t care
I pretend like I don’t even see you
But the truth is
I still think of us
I still think of how it all could be
I still care about why you
Don’t even notice me
And I still love you
I bet I alway will
 207° 
Michael Smit
I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter
 194° 
Rebecca
Regret is all I feel towards you.
No longer sadness nor anger.
Just regret.
I regret that I threw my whole soul into you.
Regret that I mourned over the loss of you.
What I regret the most is,
loving you.
Love is supposed to be warm and face aches due to smiling too hard.
Instead,
all it was, was a guessing game.
True or False.
Today or Never.
The only feeling I have towards you is
Regret
R.m.L
 185° 
Sol
I’ve learned more in the dark
Than I ever did in the light
Here in the depths of my being
I’ve felt things that border on the supernatural
Otherworldly
I’ve had epiphanies that have blinded the corridors of my mind
Making everything clear

I swim in these waters of despair
With the most gruesome manifestations of my pain
And yet
I still feel a ferocious heartbeat
With an undying love
An immortal flame
Keeping me alive
 146° 
s
i think of the days when everything is calm, peaceful and serene. i think of the days when everything is chaotic, disruptive and hurtful. but mostly, i think of the days when i’m just living motionlessly. where nothing significant really happens but my heart is aching - reminiscing the memories. the laughters i took for the granted. the smiles i took for granted. the happiness i took for granted but somewhere deep in me always knew that i was bound to feel this way for a long, long time.

motionless.
my life at a standstill while everyone else have their own parties of memories while i stand here - all alone.
bitterness swarm me but i can do nothing.

motionless.
my life is seems. everything in my life.

motionless.
where i’m meant to be.
please do tell me how i can write better :)
 142° 
BeautifullyBroken
The
Love
Between
Them
Ended
In
The
Funeral
Home
Casket
 134° 
Mist N' Ollie
Death isn’t freedom, being encased six feet under, in a timber cage, unable to escape, just to asphyxiate. Freedom isn’t death, being enclosed in an open world, in a toffs casket, unable to escape, just to associate. Freedom or death?
 119° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 117° 
MeanAileen
saying I'm ok
walking thru life in a haze
sleep is my band-aid
How can I get past this depression when I know tomorrow will be exactly the same?
 96° 
Saige
To the Bees -
it's about time
you took a break;
I'm quite worried about your health.
You are so dedicated, working
all day
to visit the flowers and trees.

But Bees -
I hate to tell you -
I really do;
But one of you,
yes, just one,
makes so little honey.
In a lifetime.

So Bees -
why don't you take a break
from humming, flying,
serving others
and no benefit you yourself.
Take some me-time bee-time,
the flowers will live;
mostly.
Don't worry,
someone else
will come...
 93° 
Andre Pinnock
Sorrow held my cheeks
Somehow i felt comforted
Until i cried to you son
But you kept on playing
No eyes to see my hurt
I drown my pain beneath a smile
A crooked thing...i see it clearly
But perfect in their eyes
After all! It's me...
So i learn to inhale nails
And spit lava.
I am missing in their presence
And still they converse with me
I am absent in their presence
And still no one misses me.
 90° 
will19008
You’ve placed these boxes carefully
   almost ruthlessly in my path
Must I sidestep past them?
   Simply tear into them?
Or draw myself a heavy breath, pause
   and rest here among them?
Are they just packages full of our long ago
   or perhaps flush with a future?
I'm afraid to look inside and equally afraid to ask...
 89° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
fae                                                  
♡         ­                                       
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e                   ­                 
n                                      
t                       ­                       
l                                                
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      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
w                                              
e                                        
e                     ­             
t                                        
♡                                                      

                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
                 f
           o
           r
                 ♡
                         p
                             e
                             a
                       c
                 e
                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
♡              
a        
f      
r        
a                
i                  
d       ­     
♡    
t
     o

f        
l              
y          


                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
                                               '
                                                     m
                                                      ♡
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                                        ♡
                     ­          s
                             o
                                    r
                                          r
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                             o
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
                      ♡
                  a
                  ­ n
                           d
                                  ♡
                           ­               h
                                        e
      ­                           r
                          ♡
              p
      e
          n­
                 ♡

With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
♡                    
t              
h          
a              
n                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
y                                      
o                                
  u                        
♡  ­        
s
       o
       ♡
m    
u              
c                
h        


                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
♡                                              
a                                                          
n   ­                                                       
d                                                      
♡       ­                               
h                            
o  ­                      
p                              
e                               ­       
s                                        
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
s                                                              
i                                                      
d                                                
e                                                
♡                                                          
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
♡                                                          
s    ­                                            
i                                                  
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
 74° 
Anonymous
A poet’s worst fear
is meeting his poem.
It’s never as poetic outside your mind
 71° 
Maria Etre
I write
because I stutter
when I talk
with emotions
 67° 
ATW and RBM
This is now a shared account with my super duperrrrrrrrrr cool girlfriend RBM. She got her account taken away so we're gonna share. hehe

-ATW
 67° 
Anne
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
 59° 
Abimael Kercado
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 true that love is warm?
𝐎𝐫, maybe I should escape into lust?
𝐍𝐨𝐭 for me...
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 will enlighten me, within time.
Enlighted into Love
 54° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 53° 
E B K
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 46° 
Tokoni Nwankwe
Once upon a midnight deary,
While i pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint a thousand miles,
Suddenly i felt like napping,
Then i heard someone gently tapping,
Like some gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door
 44° 
Sienna
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
 44° 
Arthur Clack
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

my teachers call me inconsistent
my parents call me inconsistent
my boss calls me inconsistent
my friends call me inconsistent
my siblings call me inconsistent
I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
this is the second poem that I have written so any advice would be nice
 43° 
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 38° 
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 37° 
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
 37° 
Reimers
I might be the poet

Maker of countless words

Creating art, portraying life in every verse

But you, my favorite person of this earth

The reason these words and thoughts are given birth
Let us sow in faith that we shall reap,
And reap in grace that we shall enjoy the sweat invested.
 36° 
julie
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
 35° 
collin
his screaming, dead, grey
cast iron eyes were strong
petrified by conjured up lies
bent over and built with bronze

burnt and glazed
like candle wax upon his own lips
everything grey was turned to
spent silver bullets

all the shell casings dropped into a hot tin
the last remaining platinum lips
the metals that still haunt him
i’m a smith of my own demise.
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