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 670° 
Gulishta
A perfect poem...
   Is it the one that's well written,
Or the one having a greater meaning.?
   Is it the one with perfect verses,
Or required a perfect rhyming?
   Is it the one that speaks to all,
Or the one having hidden mysteries?
   Is it the one that let you vent,
Or the one with you wouldn't deal?
   Is it the one that opens wounds,
Or the one that makes you heal?
    Is it the one that came out of a chaos,
Or the one describing the peace?
    Is it the one that told the tale of the chains,
Or the one giving you freedom wings?
    Is it the one about the Prince charming,
Or the one exercising the demons?
    Is it the one describing the vast beauty of the nature,
Or the one about havoc of disaster?
     Is it the one that makes you smile,
Or the one that bring tears in the eyes?
     Is it the one that's written with the ink,
Or the one that bled through it all?

I'll say perfect is overrated. ..
  A poem is what that smooths an ache within the soul you never knew existed.
Just being able to pen down the thoughts gives an immense joy that you can't buy anywhere in this world.
And being brave enough to put it out there to be judged and commented that itself is a perfect poetry!!.
 620° 
nsp
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was __.

a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
 303° 
예지엘
I'll write things you'll never read
I'll express feeling you'll never notice
I'll speak words you'll never listen
I'll portray souls you'll never sense.
The things I do for him and the things he will never do for me
 272° 
Beatrix B
I wanted to have
some sort of contact
to wake up at the same time
you there
comfortable and warm
and I here
wishing to go back
to the dream I had last night
I wanted to listen
to the same song
you are listening to now
and to feel the same way

but just like waves
rapidly grow
and seize to exist
our paths crossed
and that was it.
 253° 
Sarah Crisp
Nights like these should be written about
Summer, the slow count of the clock
A train, rattling, whistling past
Time itself seems to stop
Nights like these deserve poetry
With words far more elegant and sage
These nights make poets of unlikely people
But not of me, I’m afraid

A night like this deserves clarity
But frankly, my mind is a mess
There are words, tangled, on the tip of my tongue
And all others feel meaningless
The truth is too raw to be beautiful
But beauty is so often a lie
This night deserves better poetry; I
Can’t explain what I’m feeling inside
 220° 
Onoma
I've become too adept

at not needing to

understand...so guidance

opens herself to me.

It's only when the mind

touches upon you, you

become a high absurdity.

Where a mirrored tunnel

of uncharacteristic abberations

offer me curious expressions.

Caught in the act of self consciousness

I step back and out--full with the

fool's song falling drunkenly all over

the melody.

So hauntingly familiar, the heart takes

me in.
 200° 
DAF
Uneasily await
Fingers tap while knees they shake

Only stillness settles dust
 196° 
Victor D López
Of all the failure,
We can know in life the worst,
Is failing to try.
 183° 
Carolann
If I could have my wishes. If wishes did come true .
Id wish for happiness and a long full life for you.
I would wish for laughter and fill your life with song.
Id wish contentment and comfort and smiles to hold you strong.
If i could have my wishes if wishes did come true.
Id wish for the sun moon and stars  and give them all to you
 163° 
libra
to you
i am a forgotten side street on a dirt road
to me
you are a highway stretching across the hole inside of me
 150° 
Hamad
I let my heart sink tonight,
I let it bleed through its endless depths without a fight

I let you go, its all I could do,
Gather more memories but not say what is true

Saqi, guide me to my beloved, pour me a little more,
maybe this intoxication can break that allure

God and his mysterious play,
Put the depths of the universe in a human and told him to find his own way
 130° 
fiachra breac
soaring peacefully,
far above our heads.

you keen and dive,
move and shake,
you dance.

careful now -
don't let go,
keep the string firm in your grasp

she is strong,
and she pulls hard -
lifting us up from our feet.

o! to be a ribbon,
fluttering in your breeze,
swirling and twirling beneath
your gaze.

o! to feel the tug
of that thin white line,
wrenching us forward,
dragging us on -

tied to the pit of my stomach,
you yank what's left of my insides out
 111° 
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 ***
I can be mean, I can be nice.
Not all at once, not more than twice.
No need to scream, just words of advice.
This isn’t a dream, just a means to entice.
I’m not a machine, or handheld device.
This isn’t ice cream, or a bowl filled with rice.
Lets make a scene, let’s roll the dice.
Not as bad as it seems
When you play your cards right.
Positive views
 102° 
aarbirb
him
Slivers of silver adorn
your ears.
Oh, how much I yearn
to kiss them.
about this really cute dude i saw at a theatre festival,,,,
 100° 
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.
 98° 
Grey Pryor
All
I
Want
You
Have
Taken
From
Me
For
Beauty.
 91° 
Bill Johnston
ash of cities
left by burning atmosphere-
a temper tantrum
The insistent self
 85° 
Mike Adam
Swimming
No

Treading
Yes

Above
Tornadoed

Deep dark hole

Unusually
Below

Wine-Dark-Sea

Turbulent
Blackcurrant

Cur­rent-which way

To
Go-

Kick or slow?
 69° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 65° 
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.
 61° 
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
 60° 
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
 59° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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 57° 
Ramana Tandra
I want to become
A terrorist against terrorism
But my love
Made me a human
 57° 
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
 54° 
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
 53° 
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.
 51° 
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
 51° 
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.
 49° 
Josiah Archuleta
Thinking of her
All the good memories
Cannot talk to her
Here comes the bad memories
She takes it away
But she isn't here today
Cannot think strait
She is the one I need to keep me safe
I'm not clingy
But there is a time where you need that one
To help your heart get out of the wrong
 48° 
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° 
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.
 48° 
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
 46° 
Stained Glass
For your own good, walk away. I mess everything up.
I'll probably push you away, that's my thing.
I just don't want to hurt you. So please, I'm begging you...
Don't enter my life.
 45° 
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
 44° 
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° 
Nathansha Dilip
What if
You wake up one day
And learn
That you loved wrong?
crow bird,
pecks package.

hoping for a sandwich.

b.l.t.
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