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 340° 
artisticAR
Don't come too close
Don't lean in
For we might kiss
and the Ride will begin
I'm scared of heights
Prefer being grounded
For I'll lose my grip
Get hurt and wounded
Then you'll stop the Ride
Abruptly, I'm certain
I'll walk away alone
Because I love you too much
to be a burden
...amp...
 300° 
Ayodeji Oje
Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the mother of all ******.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the miss in information.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the salt in the deep cut.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
causes miss in our formation.

Hear once
Listen twice.
 299° 
Blake
Tell me the truth
Do you find me cute?
I find the way you write beautifully.
Your poems are like magic to my eyes.
This all started with a simple hey.
 185° 
Zoe Grace
To read is to breathe
To write is to drink
To listen is to eat and
To wonder is to believe
Literature is energy for the soul
And I used to think it was me who didn't care............
 116° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 104° 
William J Donovan
I was conceived and 9 months later
was dragged from the womb to an
alien world of light and masked goons
in white gowns and tools and grinning
fools. Put me back in the world I know.
I grow up a stranger in a strange land.
I never was comfortable in this world.
 85° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 76° 
shwimoe
Welcome to my little world,
Take a seat and hear me speak
Things are a little bit different here
Happiness is the calm before another storm
Look at the birds, they don't sing happy songs
Rain doesn't often come but doesn't mean weather's fine
Everything's in black & white
Time runs backwards and future's no more
You and I are here in the Past
Don't ask me where other people are
They all had to leave just like you'll have to
While you're here, leave some sadness behind
It's in the air you breathe, in the ocean and even in the sky
So why don't you add some in this huge collection?
Have you noticed yet?
We are sitting but we aren't touching any ground
Apparently there is none, oh don't freak out
Things in my world just float around
We drift aimlessly here and there
Look around and enjoy your visit
It's comfy and cool here
Let's drift aimlessly together
Until you feel like "what's the point here?"
Then you leave me and my little world behind
Cuz me and my little world,
We can never be saved from this constant sadness and aimless floating.
 60° 
Jeremy Stacy
Always allied accomplices with
in sync connected consciousness
following one another in confidence
machines moving eerily and ominous
entranced and engaged in cognizance
two people acting autonomous
it’s like they’re synonymous
A poem about two people acting synchronous in performing a task
 56° 
Ghostfeather
My words feel hollow.
And utterly so cheap.
Scratch a surface shallow and follow,
While thinking they are deep.

I am a lover to my own end,
But i won't deserve it ever.
I am not destined to touch my own greatness, because it will become poisonous for people. I need to stop writing poe
 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!
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 51° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 50° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 44° 
August
darling,
it's hard to see anyone else
when you shine so bright in the center of the room.
 36° 
Chelsea Bacci
my lover twirls grace and beauty
between her fingertips
her golden hair gleams like sunlight
and her breath flows like wind
i can liken her to flowers
but they hold no candle to her
she moves like a river
gentle, slow, and flowing
i understand now the desire
that Eve had that day in Eden
aching to feel the sweet nectar
flow down her chin and to her breast
wanting to taste what she never could have
and, God, did it feel good.
 34° 
Sydney
Creaking boards
Hide
Under the covers
Wolves
Howling
Shut the windows
Heart
Beating
Door opens
Creaking, crawling
Lift the covers
It's a...
Eyes wide open
Light in my eye
As I try to recall the nightmare
I had that night.
Sydney ©2020
 34° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 33° 
Phoenix
Look in the mirror
and tell me
what you seem to see.
You see,
that girl in the mirror
staring back at me
customarily seems
to have the match
in her hand,
threatening to cease
what we perceive
as "me".
I could never tell you
about the match,
silently waiting
in her hand.
 32° 
jacquelyn
s
i still remember your birthday
and your favorite color
how we got together on a thursday
and when i left you in the summer
I want to show you some beauty,
Before the damage is done.
Could be too big of an ask,
To give yourself away,
To this weight of love.
 29° 
Betty
The people in my head
All speak with different voices
I set them free in ink
and I make all their choices!
 28° 
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
 28° 
Rebecca Ann
Pushing some narcotics,
of yellow, red, and green.
A rainbow of biotic’s,
to match the color scheme.

I have an abundance of diuretics
all different shapes and sizes.
An organized aesthetic
for commercial enterprises.
“No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.”
― Thomas Browne
 28° 
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
 27° 
Myrrdin
31
A mirror begs no forgiveness
When showing you the truth
So spare me your courtesy
You can't hide intent from the guilty
 27° 
Amanda
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone
For the one that I love and care for so deeply <3
 26° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 25° 
Ibrahim Nebulae
you loved her
she wasn't there &
that existed forever...
 24° 
VibeActivist
I don not care if you die
today or any other say
like fluttering pages, you are the past
for now the future presents itself
with modest delegation i beseech it
clawing at my thoughts you faintly appear
neck deep with regrets of moments spent with you
yet so beautiful it aches my being
but its certain that you will always be a part of me
 24° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
Soon it all dies down,
I’m behind the Queen’s gown

When you lose the throne,
The links drown in his bloodstone

You’ve become the malefactor,
The framed picture of my backstabber

Premier cinemas we’ve stopped,
Reputations and ranks swapped

The shivering sierra,
Why leave me stranded in Canberra?
Is this a farewell?
 23° 
Ashley Rodden
You
In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
You fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
You fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out
Can I be close to you?

Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?
When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
The whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you
 23° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 23° 
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.
 23° 
Arden T
I don’t know
It just seems like
I **** the air out of
Everything in the room.
So maybe it just
Feels better to
Punch it with
My fist so
You walk away first-
Leaving me behind.
Then I can say: See?
I’m not crazy.
I knew you would leave.
 23° 
Luiz
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.
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