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 755° 
Corey Smith
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 540° 
Carmelina
I look at you and smile.
I’ll always love that face.
Since the day I saw you.
My heart raced.

No one but you
Can keep it at that pace.
The love we share.

Nothing else in this world
Can compare.
I fell in love with you
After one stare.

Such beauty and grace.
I had to chase you.
Because you catch my eye.

Any time you are near.
I can clearly see.
It was always
Just meant to be.

You and me!
 250° 
Thugger
There's a chance that I...
There's a chance that we...
But I am a coward
 236° 
Mohan Nath Siddh
चोपन का हो गया हूं
मिठाई खाता हूं
खुली हवा में रहता हूं
दिल की खिड़की
हमेशा खुली रखता हूं
दोस्तों की बातों से
मन को गुदगुदाता हूं
उनका भरपूर प्यार पाता हूं
इसीलिए हालात हारें हैं
और मैं हमेशा जीता हूं।।
 199° 
Quiet Justin
Emma's dog died
Emma' mom died
Emma's friend left
Because Emma lied
About her life.

But does she deserve it?
 198° 
Pyrrha
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky
The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you
I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination
So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe?

Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off
People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling
It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right
How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should?

I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds
I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper
When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection
Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is?

I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies
Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor
Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction

Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same
Regardless what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry
I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself
What it means to love you wholly even if I have to find out from loving at a distance
I don't understand why I write so many poems about love when I am not even in love. It is so frustrating to have words without a muse and a muse without words.
 190° 
Joanna Garrido
The saddest day there’ll ever be
when nature sobs in harmony
Planet Earth will cease to be
and Heaven sends her sympathy

We will see the rainfall pouring
tears that never end
pooling in deep waters
as she cry, cries
until the angels die
falling from the heavens
drowning in her waters deep  
their wings too wet to fly

We will hear the wild winds howling
screeching through the trees
calling out in misery
The Earth is on her knees
The angels that watched over us
are nevermore to be
The saddest day we’ll ever see
The death of Planet Earth.

21/01/19 JG
Prompted by ‘cry until the angels die’
 183° 
Chameleon
I like him so much
he makes long days spent snowed in feel like summer.
 139° 
Zen Caudell
Love is ******
Love is blind
Love will surely make you lose your mind
Never again
 128° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 115° 
Rachna Pattnaik
Harsh night, broken heart and a walk.
"Man dies of cold, not of darkness."
-Miguel de Unamuno
 103° 
Emily
recently
I got a little older,
learned a lesson or two,
like how loving someone
could never be as poetic
as I wanted it to.
like how nothing
could ever be as poetic
as I want it to.
how can I accept
that the miracle of love
isn’t really a miracle at all?
how can I wrap myself
in someone’s arms
when I know
that there isn’t any sort
of poetic loving involved.
how do I unlearn
the romantic thoughts
that taught me
about the fireworks,
the butterflies,
and the fluttering fingers
in the dark.
and accept that
maybe kissing
won’t be as spiritual as I thought.
maybe it’s really just a mouth on mine.
how do I unlearn my innocent heart
who lulled me into a false sense of hope
for a lover who would call
the way my body moves
art.
a lover who would feel
the poetry
in every word
I spoke in the dark.
 103° 
Rudra
हर पक्षी को कैद नहीं किया जा सकता, वो एक ना एक दिन उड़ ही जाते हैं।

और उन्हें देखकर पता चलता है कि कितना गलत था उन्हें पिंजरे में कैद करके रखना।

लेकिन फिर भी उनके जाने पर सब कुछ खाली लगने लगता है।।
Hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies.
 100° 
Mazloom Gill
ھم جسے چاہیں مجرم بنا دیتے ھیں
اس طرح اس کی جان گنوا دیتے ھیں
دنیا میں جرم کے تقاضے ہیں اور
جانے نہ کوئی ھم یہ چھپا دیتے ھیں
ضعف ھمیشہ موت کی سولی چڑھتے
یوں طاقت کو ھم خدا بنا دیتے ھیں
دولت و طاقت و حکمرانی دنیا میں
یہاں تیرے عیب چھپا دیتے ھیں
فرشتئہ اجل سب کے پاس آئے گا
جو مظلوم کا خون بہا دیتے ھیں
 94° 
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 93° 
Jessica LeVario
Tearful; Torn in half
From the inner turmoil
Tormenting her mind

~j.l.
I guess I was right when I said I liked him more. I shouldn't be surprised he stabbed me in the heart when I gave him the knives.
 91° 
Sea
Orange sun-ripened
Bliss
Heaven dripping down my lips
Streaming down my sun-kissed skin.
Missing summer
 84° 
ThatBrokenOne
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been want to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Sheared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?
Dim light
Dark eyes
Intoxication
Never did my heart feel as light
As the glimmer in your eyes
Intoxicated
The only two women to have intoxicated me with their presence so quickly had dark eyes. The first at a bar, the second at a party. They both grabbed my shoulders to shake me while telling a story. I melted inside when they smiled and their eyes lit up. Dark eyes have never been so beautiful.
 82° 
Rohan Press
Believe—
how skies are
folding blankets: theirs
to mock the solidity of material form.

Believe—
what skies are
gesturing to bloodless hurricanes.

Believe—
why skies are

Yours.
I structurally designed this poem so this first line of each stanza is the shortest, and each successive line gets longer. The stanza lengths also decrease by one each time.
 80° 
manda
party of one
at a table for two
and somehow
i feel more complete
than i ever did
sitting with you
this is being alone
without being lonely
 78° 
Gods1son
I wonder if diamonds
Also have insecurities and self-doubt
Do they realize their value while still in the rough?

I wonder if they really wanted to be found?
Or scared of the process of refining?
Or proud of what they become after refining?

We all have diamonds within us
That needs to be discovered and refined or
We are diamonds ourselves needing refinement
 78° 
Mike Adam
Don't remember me.

Dust in your eyes

Phphew

Swirl and gone
 75° 
Perry
I'm going to quit,
so that you can win
 74° 
Carla
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
This poem is about an eating disorder, it’s dangerous and those that have it can be greatly effected. Not only them, but those around them as well.
 71° 
Zane S
fall in love with someone
who treats your scars
like birthmarks
My scars say
The thousands of words
That never left my mouth
 67° 
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.
 65° 
James Willings
Never forget
You’re not too young to die
But never let that stop you
From living

Never forget
That everyone gets hurt
But never let that stop you
From taking risks

Never forget
That people will always judge
But never let that stop you
From being who you want
 64° 
Ron Conway
super blood wolf moon
almost sounds ridiculous
but it's breathtaking
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My smoke alarm keeps going off
Everytime it does
I feel an ounce of excitement
an excitement of my death

Ī̴̢̞̤̺̤̯̙͍́͌͆͂̆͂͒͊̅̐̈̆̏͛̔̊̀͒̈́́̿̒̃͒̾͒͐͑̀̌͒͂̐͆͂̄͑͗̉͌̈́̌̾̿̉͝͠­̧̡̧̢̭̙̝̤͔͔͕͔͓̲̥͙̮͍̮̠͓̙̼͕͖͈̹͈͜ͅ ̶̧̨̳̻̖̥̲̣̼̬͓͔̭̹͎͎̱̤̘͉̭̍͌̽̄́͛͂͑̀̿̀̀̂̈̈̑̌̓͐̏̽̎̀̐̀͗̒̈́͛́̍͋̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ­̧̻͙̳̝̻͖̯̜w̶̧̨̢̲̻͍̱̯̣̻̺̲͕̲̄̓͒̈̈̃́̇̅̑̔̿̅͆́̈́͋̇̄͊̀͌̑̓̎͆̌̀͑̽͌͂̈͌̈̈́͜͝͝͠­̡̢̧̜̠̯̭͔͓̭͚̺̳̳̗̜̳̤̱̼͖̖͉͓̘̯̱̣i̵̛̔̒̏̌͗͋̆̅̈́̑̇̆͋̎͊͋͂̈́͋̇̈͋̿̄̂̑̇͌̀̕͘͘͠͝­̧̦̪̖̤͚̳̼̣̳̯̼̥͇͙̬̭̹̳̻̖͎̖̬̻̪̯̱͕̫̟͙̣̦̦̟̹̜̣̗̉̒͘ś̸͊͑̒̎̾̈́́̂̌́̃̆̃͑̏̄̀̕͘­̣̫̟̣̮̲͕͈͇͙̤̳̟̜̰͓͓̙̜̗̜̦̘͉͊́̀̓͒̎͋͌́͛͊͂̐̾̌̿̈́̄̔̆̓̀̈́̆̎͛̄̐̈́̑̿͊̕̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅ­̢̯ḧ̶̢̧̨̪̞̣͓̫̪̺̪͈̠̭̜̲́̅̇̓̄̀̽̅̀̏͆̔̽̇̐̀͛́̏̽̎͂̽̐̽̇̀̈́͗́̊̉̎͆̒̀̽͗͘͘̕̕͜͝͝­̨̨̣̤̮͖͎̭̬̘̼͎̦͖͖̹̱̣̦͉̻͍͓̞̼͙̲̝͜ͅ ̸̯̝̭̭͓̲̣̍͒̈́̈́̉̓͌͊͋͒̒͆̋̅͋̓̍̏̀̑͒͐̋̈́́͑̽͐͆̆̃̐̃̒̓̾̂̓̑̈́̓͐̅̄̀̔́̀̐͂̀̃̚͘̚͜͝­͍̞͉̱̼̙̰̪̲Ì̵̢̛͇̯̰̲͕̙̫͕̰̰̗͍̬̦̘̟̫̳͎̺̲̭͍͖̥͇̟̀̓̎̂̽́̌̍́̋̆̈́͑̅̒̀͐̊̄̏͘̚͝­̡̧̧̢̝͉͖̥̜̞̫͓̬̲̞͉̩ ̴̨̨̛̻̼̝̳̲͇̯̩͙͚̣̋̈́̄̀̆̅̂̄̐̒͌̂̅̔̓̇͗͋̉̎̏̔͑͐͊͛̈̈́̅͐̊̆̃͌͆̐͑̅̇̿͘̚̚͘͜͠͝͝͝͝­̨̱̮̰̠̫̺̠͕̗̠̝͉͔͔͜d̷̛̛̆̓̐̆̈́͆͊̆͋̈́̈́̔̔̑̿̍̈́̓̑̒̑̍̈́̄̈̌̎͋̌͊͂̊͆͊̈̆̓̕̚͘͝͝͠͝͠­̢̢̢̧̢̧̙̻̦̪̥̬̠͈̝͇̥͍̞͙͍̦̗̩̭͇̫̩̬̝̲̖̫̞͍͖̝̲̳̹̜̦̰̭̱̭̰̩͒̍͂̀̉̄͌͌́̒̅̄̂͗̐͠ͅ­̬̜̣͎̝i̸̧̘͕̗͉̟͉̹͈͉̩̘͉͖̲̜̘̻̤̥͍͗̀̐̋͑̃͑͜ͅͅe̸̔̋̾̑̍͗̑̆̓͑̉̏̀̆́̆͂̇̅̌̓̚̕̚͠­̧̨̩̮̩̺̭͖̬̣̤͈̜͇͍͈͎̺̣͎̥͔͇̮͈̼̗̞̤̣̮̜̣̜̝̳̪̣͔̤̩̟͈̥̥̈́͗̉̄̂͘ͅͅ ̶̧̧̢̛̛̼̳͈̮̭͇̯̻̱͕̲͕̩̠̹̦͉̺̘͇͙̪̯̬̫̥̉̓̾̓͗̇̑̇͋̐̈̆̿̓̾͌̉̄́̉͊̅̈̿́̋͘̕͘̕͝͠͠­̡̧̡͇̺͉̫̝̝̰̣̞̪̦͎̹̳̠̙
̶̾͑̃͌͐̏̌̃͌̓̚͘̚͝ͅĪ̸̡̞͖͙͉͓̫̯̺̬̱̺̏̓̾̊͆̒̂͋́͑͝͝͝ͅ­̡̩͍͔̠̮̲̤͜ ̷̛̛͖̟͇̦̬͇̩͗̀͒̀͗͆̒͐̄̏̇̍͌̔̄͌̒̇̔̆͒̑̓̽̋̊̀̔̈͘̕͘͝͝ͅw̸̒̋̐͗̏̽̉̆͌̉͊̓͒̌͋̚̕͝­̧̛̲̮̳̱̒̈́̂͋́́̇͒͂̃̒̐̓̀̏͗́͝ͅí̵̡̧̛̻̹͔̱͔͔͙̳̭̗̠͒̄́̈́͌̓̍̅̓̀̉̐̋́̂͗̏̅̎̀̕͜͠­̞ş̷̡̨̡̢͍̱̱͖̣͖̰̬͙̹͇̗̲̠̞͈̗̈́̿̈̈́̑̑̕͜͜h̵͂̌̒͐̅͑̑̍͐̀̓͛̽́̑͗̏̍̑̑̋̉́̇̚̚͘͝͝­̨̛̦̬͓̥͖̟̬̣̜̯͔̩̪̺͖͓̋̃̌̔̃̌͆̚͜ ̶̢̨̢͈̹̦͓͓͍͚̫͓̹͓͙̺̞̬̰̼̳͙̗̤͓͎̗̗̫̙̊̓̿̍̍̄̐̓̅́͛̒͗̋̃̅͑͛̉͑͂̅̌̕̚̕̚̚̕͝͝͠͝ͅ­̝Į̶̨̧͔̹͙͍̪̥͚̟̝̖̦͎̪̗̝̲̖̥̉̇̾̊̾͑͗͑͋̕̕ ̷̧̛̛̖͔̙͔̥̯̯͇̖͉͈̳̫̮̈́͗̈́̓̀͂̓̂̾͑́̈̾̒͒̍͗̒̓̊̌̂͒̾̽̐̆͌̽́͒̂̇̋̃̾͛͛͑͂̍͋͜͝͝͠ͅ­̨̡̧̝̺̥͖̱̰͍̺̭̮͎͖̤̥͈͓̪̬̮̱̣͓̱̗̜͔̫͙͈ͅg̷̳̙̲͖̻̭͓͇̩͎̝̼̘̪̜͙̬̼͔͓̮͖̭̞̤̟͈͖͜͠­̩͉ͅe̷̡̢̡̢͖̬̩̘͚̟̤̜͍̗̳̗̮̗͚͚̩̰̙̱͓͖̻̔͐̊̈́̀̅̅̒́̃̀̊̑̐̚͝͝ţ̸̠͉̖̞̦̣̼̤͗͑̄̋͝­̢̡̬̦̺͇̺̮͚̩͔̬̲͇̬͙̬̤̬̟͍̩̬̹̹͉̬̰͔̮̗̲̝̙̫̟̻̼̣̺̺̦̖̦̳̩͍͜͜ͅͅ ̵̛̞̓̿̿̌͆̍̎̎͂͒̈́͑̀̑̇̄͂͋͋̏̅̈́̂̿̒̃̄̓̌̈͛̾͆̅͆̈́̈͊͗̇̍̈́̃̾̈́̔͒̋͆́̂́̄̇͘͘̕̚̚͠͝͝­̨̡̧̦͈̼̮͔͔̜̱̗̞̤̣̭̗̟͔̼̱͚̦͎̖̳͎̤̞̰̘̣͇̻͓̗̗̯̤̟̖͉̣̬̤̝̪͔̖d̷̂̅͑̈́̿́̔̾̅̾͊̈́̍͠­̢̡̢̢͇͇̮̲̥͓͎͔̙̖͕̦̼̯̜͕̜̘̙̙̼͍̪̖̜͎̞̮̣̮͖͎͒͑̈́̿̈́̈́̒͛̀̂̈́͌̓͝e̸͛͋̈́̏͛̎̌̄̑̏͘̕͝­̨̡̢̢̢̡̪̰͇̪͎̫͈̰͇͎͇̳̮̞̩̙̘̤̞̞̺̟̭͍̭͚̱̺̗̺̹̱̞͌̋́̐̑̐̈͆̽̎̈̎̾̓̓̈́̌̀͐́͂͌̓̐́̕­̧̧̨̱̗̙̩̹̫̳̻͚̫̤̣͔̹̳̬̖̮̝͇a̸̛̾̌͆̀̓̽̇̈́͆̈̍́͌͂̋̂͛̎̂̏͛͋̍̾͋̉́̐̍̓͐͂̋͘͠͝͠͝͠­̛̠͎̥̲͕͚̜̻̖̹̹̰̹͓́͑̐̐͑̿͘t̵͊̉̆̑̊̈́̍́̔̓͋̿̆͌̃̊̈́̈́̂̅̋͛̒̈́̂͆̋́̇̋͗̌͛͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͠­̢̧̡̧̧̨̱̘̤̦̲̥̖̟̰̥̲̭̩̫̯͇͕̘͎͇͔͙̥͚̥̘̦̲̱̯̹̥͔̭̖̯̗͉͆͊́̃́̀̔̓̏̽̄̈́̈́̍̓̓̚̚͜ͅͅ­͉̘͕̲̖͖ḩ̶̢̟͉̼͕̯̙͔̩̻͉͚̥͉͖͕̭͌̂̃̽͛͋͒̀̃̄̓̿͊́̉͛͌̑̉̿̉̆̒̐̊̂̂̎͘͘̕̚͘͝͠ ̴̧̧̛̦̠̩̙̣͙͎̩̯̭̫͍̣̩̣̩̯͓̳͑̒͐́́̏̅̍͆̆̈́̅̕͜͠ͅa̷̛̔̀͌͗̂̓͆͂̊̀̾̑̋̄͋̀́͂͂͑̈̚͝­̜̝̜̘̥̟̯̝̻͈̱̟̬̙͇̙̗̭͕́̐̐̍̈́ț̷̡̮͙̘̮̘͊̂́́͊̿͗̊̒̾̆̾̔͊̔̓͝ ̷̧̧̛͇͕̱̲̱̦̩͎͖͓̞̘̘̇̈̅̎̐̽͛͒̒̀̌͛̐̇̾͌̓̑̑̅͛̒͑̀̔͂̽̇̈́̔̈́͆̿̄̒̇̀͑̾͛̎͂̿̕͘͝͝͠­̧̦̙̺̱̯̯̤͉̭̩̞͙̘̫̗̺͍̩͖̥̳̪͚̙͉͜ṭ̶̛͗̉̇͑̋̀̈́̈́̓̂̏̈́͗̆̀̀̃͝͝h̵͂́͊̔̾̑̂͛̌͘͘̕͠­̡̥̺̦̤̥͚͈̠̠͙̱͚͚̼̠͖͌͆̐͌̃̌͛̽̆͊͋̑́̋͑͆̊̉̏̕͝͝e̴̛͖͈̹͚̼̭̘̋́̓̓̔̎͌͑̈́̔̓̌̈́̎̚̚­̡̡̢̧̧̧̩͓̖̫̫̻̖͖͉̘͚̹̜̗̼̻̘̗͉̳̺̩̯̠̠̪͓̘͉͈̱͎͇̤̹̱̼̹͓̞̖̝̞̮ͅ ̵̛̦͓͖̞̭̩̱̗̘̺͕̟̬͉̫͈̺̠͋̾̏̈́͆̄̌̏̔͑͊͌̎̾̈́͋͆͗̆̌̅̀͘͘͝͠͝ͅm̶̑̊͒̾̂̋̑̌̎̒̕͘̚͝͠­̧̺̪͈̬̰̲̰̼͚̥͕͍̻͓̣̺̼̗̬̥̥̻̰͉̮̲̏̋͗̈͋͆̀͒̓͊̄̋̍̎̑̒̎̋̊̉̀́̓̚̚͜͝͝ͅơ̵͖̳̻͓͆ͅ­͚m̷̧̧̢̝̠͖̙͕͇̝̟̺͓̝̻̼͈͙͇̗̣̥̏̾̿̐́́̽̈̋̆̆͜ę̶̢̧̤̭̪̱͎͓̘̹͚̬͕͙̫̳̥̥̘̯̪͑̋͘ͅ­n̶̄͌̎͋̈̒̓̒͛̒́̑̈͊͐͗̉́̾̿̈́̔̑̊͐͌̃́̔́̌̌̒͆̄̎̑̌͂̄͐̈̏̇̊͛̅̿̓͐̈́̿͘̕͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠­̢͈̟̘̞̜̼̺̬͓̦̺͍̻̝̰̳͚̞̩͖̜̮̖͗͜ţ̸̧̧̡̮͔̲͕̩̜̹̹͓̤̲̬͖̝̮̥͎̘̻̣̞̭̠̱̩̦͔̫̤̮̭̎̚­̡̦̗̗͈̮̤̥̜͖.̶̧͚̤͇̲̳̻̮̯̣̫̹̝͇̥͖̰͓̫͙̮͓͆̓͋̓́̃̈́͌̑̓̄͑͗̄͑̀̓̄͊̕̕̕͘͘͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅ­̢̢̜͚͈̬̜͔̼̹̘̰͎͕̯͇̟̫̯͍̦̲͉̰̫̻̺̗̱͎̩̱̭͎̯ͅ
̴͐͒̀̃̋̂̔̀̎͗͐̌̓̂̅̈́̿̈́͂̈͑̊̓͗̚͝͠­̨̧̧̨̡͍̼̠̻̦̰̳̜͉̭̩̗͔̪͍̬̞͕̪͈̬͎̞̞̞̗͚͚͔͈̺͚͕͇̹͉̼͕̲̓̽̎̈́̀̒̇̆̾́̇̈́͐͛͑̽̾̓̕͝ͅ­̡̡̝̮͓̱̝̥̤̻͚̘͜ͅÅ̶͓̼̲̠̺̳̥͉̥̞̗̞͚̟͉̘̩̹̳̣̙̗̰͚͉̖̺̺̬͔͓͔͓̜̮̣͖̗̓̅̊͘͜͝ͅn̴̔­̢̛̛̠͖̘̔̎͗̅͒̉̔̅̋̀̔̑̾̌͌̊̈́͊̂̊̑̔̒̅̎́̂̇͐̂͒̾̌̉̍͌͌̈́̄̿̌̔̀͑̀̊̆̀̀̈́̃̚̕͘̚̕͠͝͠­̡̧̻͇͓̦͔̝̲͔͖͎̥̟̼̱̜͔̲̯͎̞̜̭̦̻̹̥̝̬͈͎̤̝̘̳̣̰̭̺̗̺͓̳̥̲͎͚d̶̃̓̄̎́̓̊̐̐͗̈́̅̃̌̔­̧̡̧̢̨̖̻̺̫̫̖͔̩̭̪̞̲͎̲̤̮̫͙̫̝̗̪̞̣͔̳̬̫͇̒͆͌̌́̇̾̎͊̒̈́̕͜͜͝ͅ ̵̧̠̲̫͔͍̜̟͍̟̼̹͔̫͑̓̂̀̔̽͌͝͠ͅͅḩ̷͉̩̐͐̐̀͑̊̽̂͆͋͘ȅ̶̢͙̳͈͈͈͊͋̈́̍͋̀̒̀̐́̏̕̚͠­̨̡̯̭͇̹̲̙̞͕͉͍͇̱̩̤̙̗̱̠̳̟̪̹̲̠͜r̶͓̘͙̯͗̈́̃̉͆̓́̄̄͛̀̒̄̽͌́̾̇͛̍̎̃͛̊̕͘̚͝͠͠͠͠­̼̞̪̟̙͚̝͓͖̫̮͎͙̳̬ͅě̴̡̛̺̗̬͍̖͎͇̣̯̯͇̣͓͔̤̼̯̈́̊̅̽̽͑̒͆̇͌͂̇̾͒̋̎̊́̀̄͊͂̕͘͜͝ͅ­̡̢͚͔̱͖͖̻̖̤̝̜̣̻̥͕̣̬ ̴̡̛̥͍͕͙̹̾̍́̇̆̄́́̔̀͛̈́͐̉̏̎̐̑͑̑̒̓̉̉͋̋͐̉̈̌̾͊͒͆͌̓̄͂̄̚̚̕͘̚͠͠Ì̵͐̈́̇͋̂̆̕͘­̹̩̭̬̼̮̠̼̗̗̯̼̞̃͊́́̾̽̂̈͐̆̐̃̄͑̄̋̏̋͛̊͘̚ ̷̨̛̞̟͙́͋͌̓͑͑́ą̶̀̌͂̔̉̃̾̈́͊͂̇͆̍̑̽̄̈́͂̎̌͌̂̾͆͑̂̅̽̔͗̄̐́̃͂͊̒̑̉̒͊̒̚̕̕͘͝͝͝­̧͈̤̙̪͕̗m̶̛̺̼͚͓̬̭͈̖͙̞̹͈̍͆͛̌͐̈́̑̒̏̓̎̉̊̔̔͊͌̆͒̈́̊̋͆͌̌̐̅̓́͑͗͐̑̈͂͌͆̌̄̋͘͝͠­̧̣̝̳͍͖̱ ̴̡̞̳̤̻͚͛͆̽̾̈́̄͂̈́̿̃̂͛̀̈́̀̓̈́̄̉͆͌̔̈́̇̒̊͊̎̓̔̆́͐͑̓̾͐̃̈́̈́̀̈́̇̄̔͑̾͋͒́̏̈́̐̀͘̚͝͝­̡̢͓̯͔̟̣̼̘͖̙̠̹̘̦̝̱̻̦͈̯̹̟̲̩ͅ
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Pray for my death!
Pray!
 57° 
putiira
You are written to my destiny,
feel your love in your heart...
 56° 
Luz Hanaii
In pain and suffering, we feel the lash of correction
At times we don't understand why?
We see others laugh and carry on.
Yet we only see outwardly, what they wish us to see,
but they too have gone,
or will eventually go through the refining fires.
None of us can escape the molding hands.

The more we go through the easier one
-can relate to other's suffering and pain.
Pain educates the spirit if open to change,
conserves us humble and compassionate.

It is such a gift to be able to express your deepest feelings.
This is a special world of poetry with many dear hearts,
it's an oasis that keeps us sane.  To be part of those who have
loving hearts unspoiled by the harshness of the world and those
who dwell in it,  it's truly a blessing from above.

For those of us who are constantly challenged in many ways,
I send you my sincere prayers and love.
May you always be at peace, no matter the storms.
That no illness, person, situation or abuse
-can ever separate us from His loving and saving grace.
 55° 
Sin
Who cries for the little children
When pain and hurt fall upon
The little hearts of purest love
From the hands of the cruel and sick

Who cries for the little children
Locked up and fed a fist
Thrown around the floor like dust
No meals or drink no more

Who cries for the little children
When their voices are so mute
The only thing they know right now
Is life must be extinct

So let them fall into the arms
Of hearts that truly love
In sleep forever they rest now
And tears shall fall no more
 53° 
Pagan Paul
.
Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)
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 51° 
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
 50° 
Arlo Disarray
There are a small handful of decent poets on this site
And then there are the manipulators, the cliques, and the trolls
The manipulators will re-post their poems to the same collections over and over and over to get likes and attention

The cliques all re-post and like each other's work just because and they probably never even read a word, they just want the likes in return

And the trolls, well, we all know about them

But I'm extremely tired of this site's "best poetry". Most of it sounds like a five-year-old wrote it while they were drunk. A sentence is not a poem. I don't care what anyone says.

Poetry has no permanent definition. But I will accept a smear of boogers on a page as poetry before I consider one measly sentence an entire poem.

Did your brain get tired? That's all you could bother to write, today?

And it feels like we're all running out of original things to say.

I'm feeling rather cynical and "*******"ish right now.
 48° 
Noah Clark
You control me,
but for some reason,
im okay with that.
Being dictated by
you, is something
i like.
So bad but so good
 47° 
Lily
I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.
 46° 
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 scars 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.
---Poetry by Paras.
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