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 444° 
myrrh
When the sun is down
The moon comes around to try & hug her
Night & day are lovers
Forever chasing each other
An endless endeavour like no other
They are meant for one another
Hiding their feelings behind the Earth's cover
During dusk & dawn, they blend their colours
It's their love they utter
The moon adores the sun more during summer
In awe of her in her element
Surrounded by stars, he stays celibate
Astounded by her being above par
Far above, yet still with benevolence
No one comes close, they're irrelevant
Shines so bright, she must be heaven sent
 213° 
Elena
I ride waves,
deeply unaware
of how long.
I ride waves,
afraid to face
what will wash
up from the sea.
I dive in slowly,
As if seconds
last forever,
but in just minutes
I’m face to face
with the silent ticks
of each gone hour.
 160° 
ok okay
Pretty people get jobs easier
I wonder if they get accepted into heaven easier as well
 159° 
Fatin Abd Ghaffar
as tender as the steak on our weekends family dinner

as soft as my pillow on the school morning

as warm as 6 pm beach sand while walking towards the sunset

brown like a sweet caramel dropped on vanilla ice cream
the way you looked at me
 138° 
Chloe
Words mean nothing
When it comes to your desires
 131° 
Adrasteia
You played me like a poker game
Your love was a bad hand of cards
“Bet it all”
Said the dealer
“Be my queen of hearts”
I handed myself over
Hoping I’d be enough
I wish I could’ve seen it
I wish I called your bluff
 124° 
Michael A Duff
Five seven five you know
Tells you secrets for real
Or a game may be
A little fun with haikus
 118° 
Bella-Lee
My heart grows fonder of you
The more we are together
Even if we're apart
 114° 
Kelci
If you listen very closely
You can almost seem to hear
The sound of faeries dancing
Upon a sea of fallen leaves
To an autumn evening hymnal
Carried by the rivers humming course
And the beat of bright red embers
Cracking in the frosty breeze
This is a poem about camping out in the great PNW during the beautiful autumn season!
 113° 
Sarah Clark
we can make our own sure things,
if we’re not greedy holding on to
slow motion crashes, orchestrating
the wrong moves to prove a point-

               see, every action has infinite
                         reactions, depending on
                         your grip. my wreck, your
          
                          mosaic.

         as for this unruly air,  I
                                                    let it fall.
 111° 
Tobe Rune
Google maps says
it will take me
21 days to
walk to you.
Just enough time
to break the habit
of thinking
that I need to.
 108° 
Micah Gerdes
IDK
The wine is red
His robe is blue
My *** is sore
From sitting in this pew
Sept.17.19

The last thing you told me
Has stayed in my mind
And now it just proves
That it was just a lie
 77° 
allanbrunmier
was it, is it
worth it
 77° 
Nicole
We all live for different reasons
And some things we live for
We dare not tell a soul
As they are too preposterous.
We live and then die
With them close to our chest,
Little love notes we secretly
Counted as blessings.
 67° 
Poetic T
There are wolves at the door,
        but we will never let
them get there claws into you.

We are looking for the princes
  that'll treat you right..

And  we know you'll defend them,
          the princes when the time comes.

Your strong my daughter,
            raised that your stronger

than anything that'll get in your way.

            Your the meaning to our life.

But your free, and your stronger than
           any before you.

                                      Kick there arses..
 67° 
Robby
Sometimes it’s just easier to be crazy
Than it is to deal with sanity

This clarity is painful
So I’ll find a substance to make it go away
 62° 
Maciej Miernik
Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.
 57° 
Chloe Haas
My periods turn to semicolons
My suicide notes to poetry
My goodbyes become hellos
The blades turn to sunflowers
And the bullets, a rose
My heart still is broken
But the pieces have been found
Death isn’t for me anymore
What is, in the here and now
I still don’t feel enough
But I am alive
And that’s enough to say
Today is not the day I die.
 54° 
Arawyn
He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.
Our love is inevitable.
 53° 
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!
 52° 
AvaGrace
you gave my name meaning
now i must work everyday
just to be who i am
 50° 
joe machetto
Spring will have it's way
as Winter puts
its bristling souvenir
of empty bed to rest
behind the eyes
of blue birds
asleep in the sun

as I watch her
in her chair
pen in hand
a light beyond
the rainy rose
my bleak plantings
turned to bloom
as I listen
to her songs
 48° 
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 48° 
sophia
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
SUICIDE.
 44° 
Emils
Wish i could just
Clear up all the dust
what made you blind
But I’ll never get to
because I broke your trust
Never meant to
What’s left of me is just a crust
 43° 
Serendipity
I etch my blessings
on a matchstick.
Counting thoughts
like carving wood.
I set
myself
on
fire.
 42° 
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.
 42° 
Penelope Winter
The world continued
To force my tears
And beat me while
I was already down
But I heard your voice
And I saw your smile
And the world
Is nothing now.

- p. winter
 41° 
Hector
~

There is a motion, a spin of worlds

collides inside my mind.

I watch you walk glue to the hind

of deep desires, the Latin blood

surge through your veins,

your skin in dark, my mind a flood

of dreams and wants,

I watch you walk.

How could I run the curve of you

in pleasure pains,

my hands to steer on every turn

and let you drive me

around a place of no return-


-
H.O
November 15, 2019
“These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man
and spin him like a top”
― Carol Shields, Dropped Threads: What We Aren't Told
 41° 
Chapstick
My head spins like your fingers in my hair
I'm stuck with a tenseness in my stomach as your lips work around my body
I stare at your face
And trace your eyes with my mind
Leaving me to wish I was what you need
Vry old
 40° 
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Apart
But yet it’s
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Right
Into place
 40° 
Gulishta
Contemplating the mess
We all called life,
Sitting on a bench
Like dear old times.

Thoughts drifted back
Towards the starry night,
Where it all had began
First time you called yourself mine.

A stroll down the memory lane
Bits and pieces
Some still the same,
Fresh like it happened yesterday
When I wasn't struggling
To be sane.

The way you smiled shyly
Everytime you saw me,
The way your eyes Sparkled
With mischievous glint,
The way you got choked up
Overwhelmed with the love,
That used to flow like a current
Between us.
The intensity you used to
Watch me with.
And the goofy laugh
We used to share on my
Stupid nerdy jokes.

Flashes after flashes
Of the time spend together,
You and me...the world
Nothing else ever mattered.

Then I came back to
Myself. ..
And a heavy sigh escaped.
Still kinda weird,
But you made me smile again.
 40° 
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 39° 
jeffrey conyers
She pretty.
Maybe gorgeous as hell.
A beautiful woman.
Until she spoke that is when you realize the brain must have stopped.

He is handsome.
Extremely to you.
A woman's dream.
Until he spoke then you comprehend must be something lingering in the air.

Fooled by the exterior of our eyes.
But woke up to the truth by your mind.
 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° 
Anonymous Freak
Being loved
In return.
 39° 
Ragna
Don't get too close to me
Don't ever love me
Don't ever care for me
Because in the end...
We'll just both leave each other hurt
 35° 
RBWhite
Nothing seems to me like that dream I had that night,
With wings of hope and bliss,
Like nothing I have ever seen,
I wish that life would have that purity in its wings,
Letting me fly high, just as that dream I had,
A dream of you and I,
Nothing falling, but nightmares and longing,
A dream I had of you,
Coming through my memories in times of doom,
When you think of me,
Do you remember that dream?
And if you do, will you come to me soon?

When you miss someone, death or alive, the good memories always gets us through the night.
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