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 1185° 
Peter Gareth
My father taught me how to be a man:
Male is the strong gender
Boys and girls can't be friends
And feminists are crazy hairy chicks
Solving their daddy issues
By fighting over an empty cause

Still, my heart screamed rebellion
How can male be the strong gender
When mom is the strongest person I know?
How can't boys and girls be friends
When my deepest connections are with them?
And how can feminism be an empty cause
When women are beaten, ***** and decreased everyday?

He couldn't bend my spirit
Nevertheless, I've learned so much
With all of his wrong examples of manhood
Which helped me to be twice the man he ever was
And yet not even half as brave as those insane ladies
Standing their ground and clamoring their rights
 851° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
 420° 
Madison Wright
I need a hug. Please.
❤️
 354° 
Pyrrha
Your actions and words can be manipulated by others
Your body can be told to do things you'd never wish it to
Souls can be corrupted and minds can be harshly invaded
Memories can be twisted and forgotten, faded and changed
Even our emotions can be controlled by another living being

The only thing in the world you truly own is the truth
 343° 
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
 281° 
Alicia
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Want to know a secret?
I’ll give you a clue.

The grass is green,
My cheeks are pink,
I’ve spent weeks of my life,
Spilling this ink.

This cat is grey
And the sun is yellow,
The thirty poems I wrote about you
Are not all too mellow.

Violets are blue
And roses are red,
When you left me
I wished I was dead.
day fourteen of escapril - make it rhyme
 266° 
JaxSpade
Poetry is..
My battered heart
And broken brain

My soul on a stick burning pain

Poetry is..
My tears ink
My blood flow
My lungs breath

Everything my eyes see

Poetry is.. all

It's all of me

In every angle
In every thing

Poetry is..
The song I sing

The notes I read
The cuts I bleed
Its the love I please

Poetry is..
The world

             I live
          To be
 249° 
Jack Jenkins
Run away//
Run away//
From the alarm clock that breaks your rest//
Run away//
From the pains held in your chest//
A life unblessed//
From blessings you subvert//
Run away//
From the love you invert//
Run away//
Run away//
Run//
Away//
Running being the wrong choice is only dependant on the direction you choose to run...
 240° 
Lama
‪my heart lacks love, my sky lacks stars‬
come here, fill my dark voids
and throw me between your bars
 233° 
JoJo
just once she wished for someone
to give her a reason to live.
she hangs off the balcony
wondering if someone is waiting for
her on the other side.
 227° 
Saige
Fear,
it's like a giant wall,
A wall you cannot pass.
On the other side of that wall
are your dreams.
But you have to find a way to the other side.
Face your fears, find your dreams.
 210° 
kathrynbaileynutt
I can't write like I used to.
I've lost my spark, my fire
and now i’m left with ash.
I've lost my match,
my flare, and muse.
I ignored it for too long
the fire it made was big, passionate, and beautiful
but I let it turn to dust.
And since I lerk for my light
but no match will meet my satisfaction
no fire will ever be the same.
I've been gone for awhile
 162° 
memoona kazmi
you seem to be everywhere,
i want you to be,
but nowhere when i need you to be.............
This is a simple poem
Nothing fancy
But I'll be true to what I am feeling
When I am around you
I cant Stop Smiling
I want you to know that I love you
more than anything
dunno
I fell for you
     But you played my heart
          Now another love came by
               And am scared to give a try
i hate loving the wrong person
 144° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 130° 
Stephen S
Yesterday I realized,
Of all the things that matter to me,
Ultimately, only few are critical.

Alluring as you are,
Laughing alongside me.
We dance the night away,
And seal it with a kiss.
You look at me with passion,
Seducing me with your piercing gaze.

Love is such a fleeting thing.
It can catch you off guard in an instant.
Eternally, I wonder: Why?
Can you spot the hidden message?
 128° 
curt
you never know when your last happy moment will be so enjoy them
 125° 
Thomas-Quinn
Look at them
swaying in the wind
Living without a care
Content with going with an unknown plan
Putting their trust in this unseen force
Not just living
But thriving
Truly experiencing freedom
God gives us instructions on how to
Love the Stranger-First Begin with a
Love that is most natural that cannot
Be denied.  Let  us say it is for your.
Child a forever one if ever there was
One-a commitment for all time freely
Made to all that is loveable-the gift of
God.  With  this we sight in the future
Another time is now seen close up and
What we see is altered and instead of the
Beloved child there is a stranger and an
Accuser who tells you it is your fault-that
You failed to love as you ought to have-
Worse still it is true and you are indeed
Responsible for this Alteration-this stranger
Who you said you would love forever but is
Now your accuser-Indeed it could be anyone
Another who you do not know and never met
Would be easier to love but it is not the easiness
Of Love but its faithfulness; its strength to be true
To its beginnings that overcomes in the end-So we
Learn that it is possible to truly love, to love even
A stranger because we do and knowing this we know
All.  All we need to know because we  know God.
The One who  is the stranger is our Beloved
Child
#at
 106° 
Lexie
I said I loved you
If only for the reason
That when I looked in your eyes
That was when I heard music
 103° 
Stella
U
Your face comes flying in,
Seeking solace in my mind.
 96° 
Scot
If a third of the number of angels fell with the ancient dragon; then to which masquerading angel do you hook your wagon?
 90° 
Leah Dell'Osso
Shades of blue
Remind me of you
And that sweater you look so good in.
Shades of brown
Remind me you’re alive
Because of your eyes.
Shades of red
Remind me of my heart
That can’t help but fall
For everything you are.
When you're in love with someone, you can't help but wish they knew it.
 90° 
Jo Pietersen
Only in the madness
do you realise the sadness
is a part of you
with it without it, life seems blue

Only in the mist of loving yourself
do you see the importance of your health
whether it’s physical or mental
always be gentle

Only in the uncontrollable frustration
do you forget about the causation
don’t get caught up in the displacement
the anger doesn’t pay rent

Only when you are satisfied
do you realise you could have died
your mental health isn’t a joke
and it’s not as replaceable as oak
 86° 
Aaliyah Houvener
his head is in the clouds
where the sun is brighter
and sky rests so blue it's blinding to his deep brown eyes
the constant buzz and shakes from the large engine must scare him
but once he starts to fly maybe he will calm
 85° 
eva-mae
To sit and sip
On bitter foam
That warms from in within
Among the pretty snowdrops
I commit my deadly sin
the curl of crescent starlight
that will not let me in
push blossoms out of bare wood
Begrudgingly, it’s spring.
 82° 
ketashia
you dont like poetry
especially mine
why cant you understand
that every word is not exaggerated
but it is exactly what I think
just covered in silk robes
and crowned with flower petals
why can't you understand
that I dream of
green forest
and crystal clear oceans
that I am not trying to be edgy
I'm just trying to understand
myself
 78° 
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 ***
 71° 
beth haze
In the quiet of the night,
it's when my mind can't seem
to keep quiet.
Running at a hundred miles with no
stopping.
Head spinning and mouth
drying,
stomach turning with
non-stop reminders of the
what if's and never know.
All the things I shouldn't think
of.
- dizzy.
 71° 
Dennis Willis
Comfortable with a shift
I am light
fitting about in small clarities
each of a color
nearer night or dawn
depending

and this mini-series of decay
a single barb on a small rose
exhausting itself on the sleeve
of a thin blue shirt in spring
and just a bit of my right arm
see it exalting at my drawback

I have seen a day pulled from time
with crashing disjunctures
broken seconds cutting indiscriminately
we are so viciously small
at this end of being
serial

and i am listening into orifices of wonder
wavering memories in memories of ink
easier with the current of the cool
ever darkening lightening skies
as they charge themselves with a day
while i sleep


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
 71° 
Katja Pullinen
I envy married couples.
I envy lovers.
I envy couples.
I envy.
I envy paired numbers.
I envy just a pair of boots.
Just because they have a pair.
 70° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 63° 
Eli
I've made up my mind...
That I should love them instead.

But my heart...
Still beats madly for you.
 63° 
Poetress2
"Come to me," he said one night,
and I will make your world alright;
"I will fill your heart with love,
my precious, little, snow white Dove."
~
I will calm your weary soul,
never will you feel alone;
Protect you from all types of harm,
wrap you in my arms of warmth.
~
Cuddle you when you're afraid,
give you what you've always craved;
Dry the many tears you've cried,
give you comfort, give you pride.
~
I will do all this for you,
because my dear, I love you true;
And if you should e'er need a friend,
on me you can always depend.
 61° 
Kabelo Maverick
"Ditsela di matlapa,
    di tshela le malapa
..."

Even when I was an infant
I knew I would travel this distant
Thrown in an abyss, a tragic instant
Then blow them with a kiss, basic instinct…
As I flow on roads often walked on, mending bridges
and sew the clothes of orphans walked on, mending cringes...
Maverick
 59° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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 57° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 56° 
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
 53° 
Byron Fast
My monkeys eat mangoes
While churches topple
And religions grapple
With ancient arguments
Over which benevolent, peaceful all loving god
Gets to enjoy the spoils of the soaring death toll.  

A loud burst in the jungle,
A squabble over mangoes.
****** monkeys,
Can’t even build a bomb.
 52° 
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.
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