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 3230° 
Chris Saitta
Snow brings to earth the ash footsteps of Titans,
Winter in its giant vacancy of bygone strides,
The overthrown birth of frost mother and sky,
~The snow proselytizes all our warm tomorrows~
But the totality of loss lies like a starved lion,
Paws crossed, staring at the cold changeling-world,
As a young white-tailed Springbok ages into distance.
A Springbok is a white-tailed antelope found in Africa.
 340° 
Erin
You expected a girl,
your own notion of femininity.
You expected me to laugh, to talk,
but only in bubbles,
Wonka’s fizzy lifting drink.
You expected to float
on my wiles
I’d heft you up while you cruise.
Well, you get nothing.
You lose.
Good day, sir.
 321° 
Ugo Victor
On some days
You make me
Regret
Ever loving you

Yet,
Every other day
It becomes clearer
That losing you
Would be my biggest
Regret

I know which one
I can live with
 284° 
B The Poet
The summer of 2019 was the " spill-your-guts-to-strangers-under-streetlights " sort of summer,
Evenings that felt like they were dawns,
The lilac light of sunset just reaching the trees of the graveyard,
As you turned to me and asked me about my poetry,
So, I told you an old tale of mine,
About despairing gods, moping around New York,
And you said that it made you smile,
The fact that I never really wanted to write about where I lived,

Like all I wanted to do was escape,
Like I wanted to write my way out,
But everybody was escaping from here, so it wasn't much of an escape anyway,

The air was thick with the last days of summer,

And that was the first time you hugged me,
You'd hugged me at the bus stop,
But you were mid-leap over a metal barricade,

But when you hugged me,
In that graveyard,
By the old, stone chapel,
I knew that the summer would be immeasurably better because you were in it,

Because it was a " spill-your-guts-to-strangers-under-streetlights " sort of summer.
 223° 
n
i want a blended lemonade
i want something to do today

i know you only make me sad
so why do i keep coming back?

i reach out, you ignore
the lump in my throat just gets sorer

you say you'll change, you never do
i love you but i don't love you
 177° 
Aluben
I feel the loneliest
When I'm with you
Because I'm only reminded
What I no longer have

I feel the loneliest
When I'm in bed
Because Death is stuck
Inside my head

I feel the loneliest
When I think about
All that I truly have
Which is nothing and no one
I like being alone but I get lonely too easily.
 163° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 162° 
Sk Abdul Aziz
Always give yourself the first priority...you come first...the world comes later.
Oh, yeah, Imagination
makes me feel better.
Having you in my life,
being loved by you,
and holding your hand
for time and all eternity
Is what I've been
Imagining so far.
Maybe I could do nothing
but imagine.
Imagination can give you many rewards and by that, I mean, temporary happiness but it can also cause pain.
 143° 
Melanie Jackson
my skin was
B U R N T
in the bright summer
S U N
and it amazed me how yours
T A N N E D
but i suppose you were just a tad more
S U N    K I S S E D
than i would ever get
 121° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 120° 
Fahad
They are mineral ...

Smaller than dots ...

Heavy like hills ...

Faster than light ...

Harder as rocks ...

Powerful ...

more than the Sun ...

Babes’ gun ...

Gender son ...

Playing the fun ...

I am done ...

With no one ...

Able to catch them

But ...

Noise that **** the ears ...

No tears ...

Only with ...

The bullets
 87° 
LJ
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
 76° 
Marmaelady
Our love is a rainbow
It becomes most visible
After the bluest of times
But not just the rainbow
Our love is also the rain
The snow
The wind
The sunshine
But it is ours and ours alone
Through the inevitability of change
Is its constancy
Just like the weather
And the sound of the pitter patters
Each drop of rain makes
On our forehead
The gush of wind blowing flowers
Off their branches for new ones to
Blossom
The heat wave that singes through
All the masquerades we've built
The snow we haven't seen but felt
In a yearning to be warmed all over again
That is where our love lives.
That is where our love stays.

Constantly changing
Yet constantly the same.
They say seasons change, but isn't change constant?
 76° 
Jena T
Delicate folded paper
Transformed from two dimensions
Into three
Child's play
Placed gently on the water
Floating downstream
The child thinks it will be fine
The paper grows damp
And limp
Collapsing in
But the child's laughter
Encourages it to stay upright
To float a litte further
A sound few could deny
Not even a delicate paper flower
I hear my child's laugh
I must float a little longer
 75° 
Erin Riley
Be there
to hold my hand,
or don’t.
Either way,
I am never letting go
of myself.
 72° 
Kabelo Maverick
they’ve tried
to vilify me…
****t, tried to
lobotomize me
.
They tried to
victimize me,
still, I rise from
the bottom
wisely

Maveri©k
 67° 
acacia
don’t you think of me?
does that song remind you of me?
when you see that art does it remind you of me?
how can i penetrate you?
 65° 
Kate Cameron
i sit and look into
your eyes
hot blue
not knowing

the flare of fire
touching the rose tree

what is my question

it slips between us
a silver fish
seen and then unseen
darting caught
behind my eyes

flames fall back
to charcoal afterglow

with you words
falling
as rose petals
as summer snow
 64° 
Mei
To trust someone
is something frail
you give others.

They break it with ease,
You're left alone to fix.
 59° 
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
BE
 59° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 58° 
Natalija
Moment of truth
I broke my tooth
Spilled the tea
It fell into the sea
My tooth really did break 😂
 53° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 45° 
Hafsa S
Losing my hair
Losing my mind
Losing all sight
Of what I want
down the line
Sanity, I fear
Is not something
I'm ever meant to find
 44° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
(under watch,
someone has been
telling)
when i love someone,
i go beyond cherishing them,
my friends had been
dead wrong,
picture me in love,
my heart has been stolen
and the dope has gone.
I'll love till the ****** end
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcYgP0YkWRM&t=276s
 42° 
Ainsley
You were my fantasy❣❣❣
That I believed in fairytales for❣❣❣
Will always be waiting for you♥️💫
 42° 
Maria Hernandez
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
 41° 
ELK
we are all born
with dreams that have a
expiration date
but some expire
before others

Esther Krenzin
 41° 
Shannon
and I laugh and look back and smile and rejoice in the fact that
you don’t write about her like you wrote lines about me
romantic poetry
in fact you don’t write at all
anymore

and then I frown
because neither do I
 38° 
Lynne Podrat
Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.
 34° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 33° 
alaska jade
Today, you ask me what I’m on.
I say
Wouldn’t you like to know?
My friend,
Life comes and goes
I’m high off of my youth
Alive off summer nights
Mid-August fights
Tears shed, falling into my bed
Falling into your arms.
Tie-dye shirts, blue-eyed flirts, and mini skirts.
Tonight, I am drunk off your voice.
Dog days, Smoky haze
Tomorrow, I’m completely wasted off your laugh.
Mosquito bites, the same old fights,
I want brisk autumn nights
Comments are always greatly appreciated ❤️
 32° 
Dayda Base
Are you one of us?
The unseen...
The undervalued...
The void...
The used...
The mistreated...
The disposable.
Come through the gate,
Into a garden made just for us.
Where our efforts aren't shrugged away
Where we don't fear the love of our friends to be conditional
Where we are afforded reciprocity
We can smile with our faces toward the sun
Facing the warmth
Embracing the growth
Planting ourselves in this fanciful garden
Never to let anyone pluck a
Single
Precious
Petal
Ever again.
 31° 
Faith
My last dying breath

Was your dramatic sigh
just a little vase
empty
on a walnut table
waiting
for a single stem
of anything

fill me,
I crave
something
pretty
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
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