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crow bird,
pecks package.

hoping for a sandwich.

b.l.t.
 448° 
sheila sharpe
My eyes continually feast upon
the beauty held forever
in the smallest of things
in the spiral of
colours in the shell
of a tiny snail
in the interlocking
patterns of the feathers
in a sparrow’s wings
in the rain clouds
that give birth to the colours
of a rainbow’s arc
and the diamond array
of the Milky Way
in a night sky, velvet dark
 310° 
Iska
The wistful winds
toss the waves up high
As the sea dare Try
To caress lady Luna’s sky.
 275° 
Lᴇ
You only love God
when you're all alone
 218° 
Pepper Papaya
~

like a soft cashmere caress
gossamer wings wipe a tear from her eye
she was meant to swim
he was meant to fly

~
 193° 
Deepali
good life !
.
good phase !
.
good time !
.
good race !
Its good to be living, living the current.
 187° 
Mizzy Vitorillo
when im around you
i can see why the ocean is endless
and why people love the horizon
i can see why waves are always attached to feelings—
crashing into our very soul

when im around you
i understand why i love the ocean—
and why i feel like it loves me back
 162° 
Nathansha Dilip
What if
You wake up one day
And learn
That you loved wrong?
 143° 
Cait
I am going to die.
I am going to die.
I am going to die.

I            am                going                 to             die

Iamgoingtodie

I
am
going
to
die

I. am. going. to. die.

I. am. going. to. die.

I'm going to die

im going to die


im going to die



i will die
 128° 
Loco Cocoa
one finger or two?
pick a direction; apply
pressure, aim and twirl.
enter the garden.
 123° 
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
 121° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 118° 
Rinasekhon
Looking up the dark lonely sky
With a burning passion trying to be successful
Trying to fulfill my needs
Trying to fulfill people needs
Why is it difficult?
Like many human
I am one of them trying to find peace in me
Suffocating to just trying to fit in this world that is filled with unexpected surprises
Please don't judge my poetry skills I am still new in this
Just trying to ignite my passion in writing
If there is anything I can improve please do let me know
 114° 
Perdue Poems
Let poetry guide my rivers
So they may flow
Straight to your heart
 94° 
Me
There are two ways to Life,
the way of Nature
and the way of Grace.

   Place your head in my hands
and I'll see that
we don't have to choose.
 91° 
Kai
Do you not look at the moon
and love it for the way it reflects the sun
and think it beautiful regardless of the craters and scars

The night is not seen in darkness
but in the moonlight
I was reading The Dark Below and read a really sweet line about loving someone even with their disfigurement so I wrote this.
 78° 
Sadie
Be careful what you wish for
the  gods speak - warning
Giving what you seek

Not giving what you may find
To your liking ...

Words can get misconstrued..
Even by the higher ups..

Proceed with caution
 75° 
Semihten5
we are in the wrong dreams
I can't see you
maybe we are not far
I can't feel you near
I think it is a cold
I can't touch your heart

your eyes are the worst
closed to me
I can't open
 71° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 64° 
Mohd Arshad
Everyone reacts to whatever they get, Unsolicited.

You need to be calm.

Wisdom doesn't sparkle
It flows and creeps into veins
 62° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 61° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 61° 
Elena
When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.
 61° 
c
Bullet-ridden girl
You blink
And time stops
Your life lies before you
In a burning book
And you take it in your hands
So thirsty for knowledge
 60° 
Hg
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threading
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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 54° 
Cheeze
I fixed you, yet you broke me,
I stayed, but you left me
You promised, then you forgot about it
I'm here for you, but you chose her instead.

I told you my every truth, yet you lied to me.
There will be times that no matter how much you love someone, you will get tired if you're the only one holding on that rope of hope that things will still work out when on the other hand reality keeps slapping you in the face, telling you that it won't anymore.
 52° 
Humble
I didn't think
you'd return back to me
but you did.

You shouldn't have,
because now, you're
just a familiar stranger.

I neither hate nor love you.
 52° 
Abby
a girl sat,
l onely and waiting
o n a chair in a cafe
n o one came
e ver.
 51° 
Robin Carretti
Here comes the sun little darling's
We all get burned
 Is it your turn
     "U-Turn"
Oh! Where I thou
"Green light Diner"
It's telling us to Go
    *       *       *
The Earth beauty faces
I will be your direct sunlight
In plain sight to the daylight
her blossom tree
All I ask come for me
Her face could eat
The divine flower laced

French brie
Tie a yellow ribbon on me
We have so much to see
Let it be sun-face Moms
apple pies
The Sun  "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" on the Ice Queen

The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in between
The cigarette 1940 case hostess
             "Rose"
I suppose the sunflowers every booth
her smile sets in place

The stain-glass window Notre Dame
Rock and roll hall of fame
The earth kids rainbow chalk
Sun-fun treetops like a beanstalk
Napoleon Elementary Watson
New Jersey Diner capital admission
The Peking duck *** luck

European beauty hunter's menu
Any luck this will be awhile sip "Starbucks"

1-Antipasti cute Shiba Uni
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face to the soul fruit loop
4-Chicken pepper Salsa
Sun-face lights up Visa
5-Hearts of Artichokes Mona Lisa
6-Soy ****** salmon
My sun worshiper man

Fish tacos hummus
St Thomas
Rome was not build
In one day
The windpipes and
the tablecloths Oh! yikes
Full of dream pipes

Sun tan stripes and zebras
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels back
Sun-face diner no time
for the sun-chip snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face air force dresses

Medieval times two swords
Holy lords Easter parades
" Ice-cream Spumoni"
Dinner in the sky
Robin red breast fly
Italian artwork Coliseum
Look up in the sky
It's a bird shaped
Paper plane bad romance
going insane

Waffle House  jukebox rock and roll
Hall of fame whats in a food name
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs fruits and figs
At the caboose Ladybird jet lag
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose

Purple rain Prince maple
pancakes
Bananas and strawberry fields
lake sun in shape of a snowflake
Forest Gump changes to
Presidential Trump
Vitamin C  honey bunches of Oats

Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs light she's not finished
over easy
Pristine of carrots with
artful daisies
Thanksgiving turkey

Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Carats
Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight like a scale to weight

Whispers of wine and grapes
Sun face courtesan love escape
Sun Faces trillion times mansion
Sun-faces never go out of fashion
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart  of the surface  her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
 50° 
The Untold
He is Gachi
because he is
   my bestie.
And
I love Gachi
because he is
  the art my heart knows
Am keeping Gachi
because he is
  ..........lifeline.
@the_untold @its_itate
 50° 
Juan
but I’m here, eating microwaved
pizza
doing my best not to forget
which is the slice that fell on the floor

while I read,
while I try to read yet think of myself
reading
I hate
that.

almost as much as the stains on the paper
from pizza

(Here)

and I see myself finishing
the last slice
it has too little
cheese.
 49° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 49° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 48° 
April
tell me a story
one where we're so in love
& make sure the ending is a happy one

because I'm exhausted of turning tear stained pages with shaky fingers
always hoping
this one will be different
 46° 
Xander Jansen
Are you proud of me?
Did I satisfy your needs?
Or did I fail you?
 46° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 45° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 42° 
ketashia
to be young
and free
what I would give
I am already young
I've heard 18
is a such a tender age
I've heard
that it's ok
to fall in love
with everything
to stay out at night
to watch the sunrise
what a beautiful philosophy
if only I was free
but I am not
the chains that hold me
are too strong
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