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 553° 
Deep
Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.
 240° 
muhammad haddad
Knowing your purpose
And understanding the meaning
Of why you walk this earth
Is indeed the hardest thing to accomplish in life
But once you’ve done it
Then there my friend you stand
Tall and strong
Knowing you’ve aced the hardest test
We mankind fail to even try
 201° 
Rosmary Penn
But if I slit my wrists
and cry
an ocean
then you'll love me,
love me when I'm broken
 193° 
Dora Lane
I love memories of us

From us holding hands, laughing and living

In the moment. You are there and you make

me happy.
 126° 
DElizabeth
I grew up being told,
"people won't always remember what you said, but
they'll never forget how you made them feel."

It has been too long
for me to not have
noticed
that you consistently
leave me feeling like
you love
seeing me
hurting.
 113° 
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° 
Selina Lin
brother knows you better
brother knows you the best
he stands beside you, steady
as they lay your lover to rest

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, softly and slowly
why is it now that he chooses to be kind?
when all that you have ever wanted
is now six feet under, left behind

weeks later still, he watches you with sorrow
and under the weight of his gaze, you crack
anger flares and strikes
“why do you look at me like that?”

he turns his head away
but you’re stubborn and won’t turn back
“what loss have I suffered that you must be
so sorry, and look at me like that?”  

brother had always been a poet
he had always been soft with words
but the ones that gave his answer
this time, they really did hurt

                                        “tell me,” you had demanded,
                                        your breath puffing under the sun.
                                        he had smiled bitterly as he replied—
                                                        ­                        “a great one.”
 84° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 57° 
Henri Bariselle
life is like a candle

as the wick lights up
we are impregnated

as the wick melts aways the surface,
we are kids, experiencing the firsts

as the wick burn deeper, giving a burning scent
we are teenagers, experiencing good and bad

as the wick melts halfway, with only a beautiful scent
we are halfway, we are with our new family

as the wick continues to heat the frozen wax,
we are warm, together

but as the wick burns the last remaining wax,
we are living the last remaining life

and as the wick blows out
there is no more scent, only smoke, our soul... floating away

our life is like a candle:
we born, we grow, we die
but as long as you keep burning
the wick never dies
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
 46° 
-
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.
 46° 
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.
 45° 
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
 44° 
JJ Inda
She never understands poetry,
with all it's metaphors
and symbology;
no, she is more concrete.

She is not a fan of Shakespeare,
prefers Jane Austen;
clear words,
structure plot.

She does enjoy a drink
and lazy afternoons,
the ocean, the beach.
Most of all she fits.
 42° 
Andrew Gomez
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I have to be someone’s smile today.”
 41° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 40° 
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
 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
 31° 
Josh H
"The worst battle is between what you know, and what you feel"
 27° 
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
Instagram jstpoetry
 27° 
Universe Poems
Jump back
Jump fourth,
but don't become,
a morph
In computer,
animation of course,
Instead use biology
back into human form,
the sheet protected,
an inside form


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney



.
 27° 
moon child
I
Simply
Want
To
Scream.
 27° 
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.
 26° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 26° 
Rahameem
Stop penning love poems

I loathe all of those

because once I read

I get erratic

asking

from where are these tears
and feelings belonging
 26° 
Tyrell Burnett
I don't burn bridges, I preserve those wonders of old. I let the waters rise, whilst I remain underneath its ridges and contours.

I don't burn bridges, not because that I am mature.

I don't burn bridges, because I am alone; and a bridge is a well travelled road.
 24° 
Faded Moonlight
I could have been the sun,
the light of your life.
But
You only wanted to know me,
In the dark of the night.
 24° 
maria
1.Writing poems for you
2.
Written somewhere between 10 to 18 of Febuary, 2021
 23° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 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° 
Claudia Santos
I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely compose from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.
 22° 
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
 21° 
Mitch Prax
Has it been too long
since the last time you truly
felt you were wanted?

8:28 PM
24/2/21
 21° 
usagi
you're a salty and sweet dream
praline and cream
 21° 
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.
 21° 
Johnny
I can recall the dates
I can recall the events
I can recall the kisses

Before we went

I remembered nothing.
I was born with an exceptional memory but I had no identity of myself, until I met the love of my life
 21° 
Samantha Cunha
Bay
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
 20° 
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.
 20° 
Av
The hurt may go away
but your memory will
forever rest in my soul.
 20° 
Aishath Hana
A broken heart for sale
Can be mended
With a bit of Love
And affection
With some Warmth
And tender hugs.

A broken heart
Waiting and yearning

A.Hana
 19° 
dylan
You can never be as rich as I am,

all you have is money.

I have so much more
than just
MONEY
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