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 3190° 
WildFire
Let me go, like letting the ribbon slip through your fingers, watching your balloon dance in the breeze before disappearing into the clouds.
 278° 
yasmin
Life is the
ripples we create
by skipping stones
in the sea.

Some of us
are still searching
for that
perfect stone.

While others
have found ways
to perfect even the
roughest of stones.
 250° 
Serendipity
She is soil,
earth and pure.
I run her through my hands
and she falls
through my fingers.
 249° 
Hailey Philpot
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm empty
Because I don't have you.
 149° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
 142° 
Nienke
responsabilidad y preocupación
dos cosas con su origen amor
no pueden encontrar un lugar
el cielo, la tierra pide atención
pero cada vez está rechazado
 139° 
Cody Smith
The heart is just a muscle tied in knots
you took one look
it petrified into a piece of knotted wood
Unlock my chest and knock on it
How much luck would you get if you stomped on it?
 138° 
Dr Peter Lim
My mind finds the words
my heart turns them into language
the former is ruffled feather
the latter is beautiful plumage.
 137° 
dana hughes
if i sit in the dark and stare into the nothingness
sometimes I can pretend I am not me
and the world is not as it is

when I look into the dark
does it look back?

i pretend I feel the world around me fall away
I am nowhere
I am everywhere
i am nothing
i am everything

I am not here anymore

when you look into me
will I look back?
 120° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 115° 
sushii
i have infinite options
but i don’t wanna do anything
i’m so tired
of everything.
 112° 
RC
Sitting on my bed smoking and drinking
my habits are lost in translation
since I was a child I’ve been doing the same thing
It’s not like I’m not happy
or that I don’t love the life I live now
but I know I haven’t been living right
so somehow I’m going to give in
After two abusive relationships, I’m coming back to art, to writing, to life.
 103° 
Eliseatlife
I know who i am
I mean I think I know
I don't ''know'' know
But do you, do you know
Cold
Knee deep in icy waters
Shivering
But surrounded by fire
Screaming
No way to help
Running
But no way out
 90° 
Jackie Mead
As  you drive across the Moors
Surrounded by Heather, Moss and Gorse
Enjoy the scene before you; rolling hills  of many colours
Take the time, pull in, step out of your motor
Breathe deeply, take time to just be
Admire the grazing sheep and ponies
Not a care in the world; roaming free

priceless

As  you drive across the Moors
Surrounded by Heather, Moss and Gorse
Let your mind roam free
Give yourself  time for a break; breathe in the clean air
Regenerate your mind become for just a moment become free without care

priceless

As  you drive across the Moors
Surrounded by Heather, Moss and Gorse
Take note of the palette of colours; Red, orange, yellow, green
Painting a most glorious rural landscape scene
Breathtaking in its simplicity
A million miles difference from the painting of a City

priceless


As  you drive across the Moors
Surrounded by Heather, Moss and Gorse
Most of all be thankful, of course
That some of our parks are protected from development and modern progress
Preserved for us all to see
To visit from time to time and just be free

*priceless
Priceless,  anytime you can just switch off for 5mins is priceless.
I love dartmoor and a recent visit even though a short one and accompanied by my grandson was very invigorating.
 88° 
Anonymous Freak
Do you want to be in a relationship?

Yes.
Do you?

Yeah.
Let's eat good food together,
Forget about getting fat.
You actually look a thousand times cuter,
If you stretch your chubby cheeks like that.

You know it doesn't matter to me
If you are not skinny like the others
All I want is to see you happy
Even if you are now having your 4th burger.
 79° 
Belle
I miss the way my hands clutch your face
Like it was mine in the first place.
but you're not mine
 78° 
julia angle
the sea goats go by the same name
they play the long game
burning like a backwood
usher dance in the rain
 70° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 62° 
R
what is the blurry
between the joy and the blues,
we are daffodils flying in the wind
one moment
butterflies falling in the rain
another?
 59° 
Kafka Joint
Once upon a time
Everything was fine,
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time.
 58° 
Poetress2
In all their glory,
leaves change from green to orange.
Fall is here again.
the problem is
i care
too much
about
not caring
i wish i wasn't like this.
 56° 
Lou Romano
Pain is strong
But I am stronger
It's been too long
But I'll last longer
Pain
 54° 
FOD
Nothing will ever get solved if you TALK LIKE THIS
 53° 
Sarah Richards
I was already
falling
  when the rain
came down

like checkered
streams of
   tinsel
that make
us into
ornaments - a hook,
an eye

I always fall
  come
wintertime.
 50° 
Anna Freshour
Please don’t forget
even the idea of perfection is flawed.
 48° 
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!
 47° 
Moonicorn
Skeleton nerves screaming -

dining
the deceiving touch,

skin
on
skin

the twist,
attempted mix
of what has lived -

what if,
the only times
we really kissed
were bodiless

and now I cannot find
what I have missed?
 46° 
sara
there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.
there are people out there if you give yourself a chance
 46° 
thesa
we played hide and seek by the rivers
and sometimes i would chase you

but never would you chase me
and when i asked why
you smiled because

love to you
was just a game
 46° 
Lamar Cole
She had all that she could take.
Her boyfriend was so fake.
It was time to tell him goodbye.
And stop listening to all his lies.
So away his little bird flew.
Looking for someone who would be loving and true.
 44° 
Kelly McManus
Own self interests
owning everything they can
don't let them own you

                      Kelly McManus
 43° 
Luiz
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                   Laid in a pool of blood
 41° 
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.
 39° 
Artemis
I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you
 39° 
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° 
Abdulrhman
I
I believe in miracles
That's why I'm so sad
 39° 
Theia
the void,
you

missing from my day

all of my distractions
have run away

a sad calm
albeit a reprieve

i just hope
you didn't really leave
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