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 566° 
Terra Levez
I'm incapable of writing poetry
When it comes to when I'm happy
Happy and poetry just don't go with each other.
 428° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Sing to me, o southern hill
where my mother lies,
she near the river
where other children
only her eyes could spy,
her fingers feel.
Willow trees, arcing oaks,
pillows made of amethyst and
amaryllis, beechnut spread,
linen spread by old Mill Creek,
cattle grazing, hazy August
afternoons, all alone was she
except in fantasy.
No love from Mother,
her Father farther
away than Ozymandias.
Tears she used
in her high tea;
no spoon had she.
She wept beneath a yellow sun,
a sister to the gentle sea,
the golden waves of wheat.

Tod Howard Hawks
 254° 
ChrisG
I want to do better,

                                But drugs want to do me.
Ehhh
 191° 
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
 164° 
kenia
To be quite honest I don’t know.
I have no apples for tomorrow
I am the pillow of my friends
And the willow for the pests
I am the chipped nail on my left hand
And I don’t clean under my bed
I don’t want you to see me
And I don’t want you to hear me
I just need to know everything about me
To be
 142° 
arthur samuel papa
Rain falls from
our cheeks,
Pages of memories
are burnt
inside fate's tower.
Life is a Hydra.
We often shed tears over struggles and losses of loved ones. I dedicate this to all seeking for another day in paradise
 139° 
Astronaut
And I wonder,
Did you do it because,
You thought I was actually good?
Or just because you knew me?
I don't know anyone on here personally but oh wellllll
- Astro
 107° 
TheCwazyone
her
her arms are covered with a baggy sweat shirt
her neck wrapped with chains that lock scars
she tries to be ok but she knows that not possible
everyday is hard
but her days are harder
 104° 
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
 94° 
j a connor
The Tempest blows its words afar
Chasing others
In time
Challenging misconceptions of modernity
All reality is real
Perhaps
Perhaps not
Viewing things differently from another
Pausing in judgement incase our truth is flawed
Isolated above the islands of belief
Facing a never decreasing carousel of doubt
 93° 
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?
 83° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 61° 
Amber Mendoza
I would die tonight if it wouldn't break your heart
I would swallow down all the hate and shame,
Pill by pill,
Sip by sip,
Until nothing remained, but the bottom of the glass ,
And the empty pill container.

I would lay myself across the floor,
In the path of the moon beams,
Waiting for the Great Mothers eye to find me.
Scoop me up,
And carry me into the wind.

And in the morning.
When the sun rose, and the light hit my corpse,
I would shine, for the very first time.
But I cant
Because your heart would break.
I wont carry that with me tonight.
 57° 
Xoey
she kept on closing and opening them
trying to identify a rhythm
she would wipe the tears with her little fingers,
and smile

a ball suffocating her from inside
her throat closing in she now couldn't breath
while her eyes kept playing a game
opening and closing

she hoped she would close them, and open them only to find his face in front of hers
And he's hand wiping a tear of her cheeks
 53° 
JoyAndPain
i opened your file
and what i saw
was diferent than what i expected;

i saw that you were
sad, pained,
angry, confused;

i turned the page.
you were suffering,
afraid, and alone;

i looked at your photo,
it was diferent than the you i knew,
you looked terified and sad;

i printed a new sheet of paper.
it said that i would be your friend.
that i would be your friend no matter what;

i fastened the new page in the folder
cautiosly, caringly,
with a paperclip.
sorry if i spelled anything wrong.
 48° 
N
I will heat the soup
you forgot to drink

After I kiss the space
between your eyebrows
 45° 
Tita Halaman
worry not, we’ll cheat death
eternity, I had it set
for you’ll live forever in me
deeper than my soul
louder than my divinity
so I’ll always get through
here in the cold, unmoved and blue
yet, will never be bluer
for waves, they’re pulling me under
yet with faith, all is above water
so I believe
I hear a song softly whisper
Into the wind out of the blue
Hear notes hanging on the aether
But the voices cannot come through
Left to guess in the hereafter
On what I believe to be true
I fear I couldn't tell ever
There is such better things to do

I saw in beautiful colors
Much in what remains to be seen
In the body my soul weathers
Fragments fall back into the screen
In a boring land of wonders
Into the gears of the machine
I walked in looking for answers
Got none and lost grip on my spleen

Sometimes I wait and hear nothing
Feels like the thunder's gone away
Like reality was bluffing
Keeping the nosy minds at bay
My muse just took me for a fling
No matter what I have to say
Most things are worth remembering
But most of it will just decay
Finally ! Optimism !
 44° 
Victor Bilgin
I whispered to the Beast:
Begone!
Drought stood at the ready —
We swam on sand to flee.
Roaming dogs could smell
Fear, or was it fight
That we had within us
As we fled into the night.

In darkness we sat,
Our numbers light.
Cold, Queen of Ice, with us.

She spoke:
"Should it find you,
Scream my name
And tell it this:
O Beast! O tortured soul!
You are free.
Go as you please
Unto the world
That bore you.
I say it
and it is so."
 43° 
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
 40° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
I think I've realized the more poems I write about someone the more toxic they are to me

Here's number 25 for you

I suppose that pales in comparison to the thousands I wrote for my first love but I've known you a lot less time

And you've never even been mine

And that's okay

Because at this rate

You never will be.
25
 39° 
Deep
Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.
 39° 
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.
 39° 
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
 37° 
Rosmary Penn
But if I slit my wrists
and cry
an ocean
then you'll love me,
love me when I'm broken
 37° 
Mike Brubaker
It is so very cold outside
Freezing my core, even my pride
When I try to walk
My legs are rigid cornstalks
And tears freeze to my cheek when I cry
 34° 
Avidace Theophil
I promise to be better,
I promise to love me,
I promise to live life,
I promise to win big,

Mark my words,
Track my moves,
Watch my growth,
See me glow!
 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
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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
 30° 
Syomone
Love is a
funny thing
Yea it’s
gonna hurt
But when you
Loves
somebody
Unconditionally
And unselfishly
You want
to see that
Person
happy
even if
It’s not
with  you
 29° 
Andrew Gomez
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I have to be someone’s smile today.”
The human spirit ever soars
And always perseveres
“Dare mighty things”
Stirs vision’s wings
We triumph over fears

With unity - we act in faith
And step by step we build
Our aims attain
And then we strain
Toward goals not yet fulfilled

All obstacles - we push aside
We think and innovate
Reaching higher
With minds afire
Success becomes our fate

We can surpass our differences
United - Earth can stand
And then we’ll see
Prosperity
Increase across the land
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I wrote this on Thursday during the landing of the NASA Rover on Mars!  The landing was inspiring to me and to millions of others across the world.  It was fun to see the motto "Dare Mighty Things" on the wall in the back of one room during the landing.
 28° 
-
You would stand in front of the window, naked and raw,
Black tears still stained down your face.
The moon's light doesn't quite frame you the same as it used to.

You think of the days of being illuminated and bright.
Of sunlight dripping off of you as your hands touched
Someone new, someone deserving, someone else.

Nothing since has ever felt as real, as true.
This light has traveled from a quarter-million miles away
To accuse you, cold and pale, cloying to your skin.
 27° 
Val Vik
The way raindrops glide
.  with a faint clap of thunder
  .   into coalescence
.        .
.     .
    .    .
   .   .
    .
Haiku # something
Let us dance and merge into a whole - the reunion of souls
 25° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 24° 
Josh H
"The worst battle is between what you know, and what you feel"
 24° 
More Love
I am human
and I have lived, and breathed, and seen...
and fallen and stood,
and loved and lost.

And I seek.
And I seek.

And I breathe, and I look, and I live.

And I live.
And I love.
And I see.
 23° 
Tabbitha Erceg
You can't become something
If you believe
You are
Nothing.
 23° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 23° 
Jeremy Stacy
I felt alive all misty eyed that night I cried,
tears that would slide
all wispy and wide
down cheeks by a bedside that for two weeks had denied you left justified
it’s just a fight I replied but you were right and I lied
alongside actions, transactions, and reactions that tied,
my immaturity and pride,
I guess that PM really magnified how much of me I could hide
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 23° 
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
 22° 
Mitchell Duran
I see myself
Etching
Myself

On a shedding

Wall

Of indifferent time.
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