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 3097° 
Maddy
Soft Rock Music
Old and New
No social media
Fan or Air conditioning on
Cold drinks standng by in great Thermos
Phones silenced
Hugs that go into the night
Amazing and loving moments
Easy and gentle
The sun lingers today
Not rushing off  not in a hurry to fall behind the hills
It pauses
as if the sky is holding its breath
And we feel it too
Something still Something ancient
The light stretches longer than it should
casting soft gold on things we almost forgot to notice
the curve of a leaf
the quiet rhythm of our own pulse
a bird crossing the silence like a thought we hadnt had yet
People gather or dont
Some light fires, some sit alone.
But all of us
somewhere in the quiet
feel the turning
Not a celebration, exactly
More like a recognition
That the world moves in circles
and sometimes
were lucky enough to feel the moment it shifts!
 787° 
ebonymarie93
Therapy never works
Freeversing is cathartic
And better than screaming into the abyss
If someone can relate and feel less alone to what I express/write
Then I too feel less alone
More understood
Instead of misunderstood
For a change
If that makes sense
 696° 
Ted
I need to uproot that tree,
the weeds are burning fire,
and there's this belief,
and barbed red cold wire.

And passion's aghast the wall,
whose fist is fighting for,
and bricks are smashed
in like wild demolition.

And a grain is worthy,
of only one poured glass,
and I bet its filthy
unlike this lovely lass.

Demons are salty spice,
contains shaky rice,
a pack of mi goreng
eases pain of dark sing.

A lover lies in my bed,
savoury and the wine,
like freshly baked bread
and a scent so fine.
 659° 
K
it’s mine.
swaddled in a down embrace
my Outlook
changes
the air, muggy
carries the high-pitched
alerts
of chorus frogs
i need not respond.
a solitary fingertip
illuminated
s
c
r
o
l
l
i
n
g
blue burned eyes
resisting
sabotaging
The Day
It has been ten years since I last wrote a poem. It’s funny how these words flowed to me when I didn’t know I needed them.
 613° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
A thousand poems,
a million kisses,
laughter lands in
open eyes,
sighs I hear
in lovers' rooms.
sooner will
the sun be fading,
a lifetime
of hidden hopes
buried in
hillside grasses.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 510° 
Kim Seul
I mapped the stars,
named each light,
built a world
from a wish too bright.

But the sky turned grey,
and time moved on,
my perfect paths
already gone.
 505° 
Airi Lightmoon
Before I sleep, images flash across my mind before she wraps her arms around around me.

Recently, all I've seen is you, still around.
Your plush fur, your soft purrs and the headbutts you used to give me.

When I wake, I'm slapped with cold reality as I see your final resting place.

When I found you, your once warm fur was cold, but you didn't look like you were scared.
You went to sleep, that was the last thing you did.

Now I'm here picking up the pieces of my heart.
Wondering if I was the cause of the stopping of yours.

Soon, you will lay down under the very sand you used to tread, sleeping as you were.

Sleep well my prince, and tell Boss I'll see you both soon

No matter what, I will always love you
And once I pass the gate, I hope to see you waiting for me
R.I.P Stoney Baloney. You will forever be missed
I’m tired
I want to sleep
My brain is no longer wired
I’m weary
I’m done
The bed has won!
 367° 
Boma
Nothing makes me happy anymore
Not laughing with my friends
Not my graduation
Not watching romance movies
Not even your smile

What's wrong?
 334° 
somedumbbitch
I would give you, almost anything,

for the borders, to close.
For our separate galaxies,
to inch, and crawl, ever closer,

winding and unwinding
around each other,
like the red thread of fate,
rocking gently, on twin spools.

I would give up, almost everything,

for my lifeline, to unravel,

if only...

to retangle, around yours,
in a closed,
but infinite loop.

I would give you my all,
my everything

For the distance,
between us...
to vanish.
For the spaces around us,
to suture themselves, together,
and heal,
like gaping wounds.

For the sublime favor,
of feeling you shine down, on me,
in a way no other, could do.

To see all your love,
reflected, in your mirrored irises,
and know that no one,
stands before, or behind me.

And I'd sell my own soul,
without a second thought
just to hear you say

That I'm your one,
your only love,
and no other
could ever

do.
 289° 
Adagio
The silent winds
whispering a breeze
of memories, yet unborn  
like a breath of air
inward against my face
with the scent of beings
on a journey across the dunes
 249° 
Path Humble
“where time is the fly and age the fisher of men”

<>

”until I fell forward
into fall where time is
the fly and age the fisher
of men, then when winter
begins all will be forgotten,
where time is the fly and
age the fisher of men”


excerpt from “The Fall” by Rick Richardson

<>

that words from a different ionic state, jump as embodied ions from screen to the throat, evicting a guttural current of exclamation, you believe even with the half-heartedly palpitations from  remainder of my damaged pumping heart, that these words were always intended, just for me…

boy and old man coexist, the pottage of memories stirred,
and the time is fly, and I drown in the miracle of greenest grass of
Yankee Stadium at age eight,
oasis, heaven, a child reborn in a sea of Bronx concrete,
and the swallowing up of my boyhood is forever marked henceforth, the hook has caught me, and I am of the age
once and forever


not a fisherman, but a fisher of men’s souls,
mine own is my best bait,
hooked line and sinker, and
wisdom and words
elude and delude always, 
 like summer is perpetual and aging a construct,
time does not fly, but slowly laps and waves
eroding our myths and ourselves upon a continuum with
no ends

~postscript~

<>
yet I believe,
in miracles of
fish and loaves,
and that our individual continuums
will exist beyond the artifice of constraints
of
mortal time and that poems are
the forever chemicals within
our
bloodstreams,
even when our blood no longer spills


yet I believe!
a tribute to one of the best poets around
 225° 
Maddy
Soulful
Searching
Word Pioneers
Ever creating
Crafting
Originality beyond compare
Members that have a depth and imaginations others wish for
Tney are the most special group I have ever encountered
Our Poets
Proud to be with you
 190° 
shadowedsilhouette
A bit of pollen mars your eyebrow
I bite back a laugh at the cheesiness
My heart softens in wonder.  
You could destroy me.
 163° 
Elena Rosi
Oh you’re disappointing!
You’re to blame!
You’re a failure,
what a shame!

A little secret though,
Is that you’re not.
A big secret is that
you don’t know.

You’re amazing
You’re brilliant,
Yes, I’m praising
You.
You the failure
You the crap.
You the human
You the light.

You made a mistake,
Like we all do.
It may feel too late,
But no, not for you.

Fix you’re wrongs, get up
Because you’re only a failure
when you give up.
So cheer up, smile.
Would you, Lyle? I’m  Writing this for you and for who needs it, hope I helped.
 132° 
Nat Lipstadt
a gift for Aladdin Aures H
from his 3rd follower...

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the inescapable need,
unformed firmament
inquiring; am I capable?

the impulse palpable,
the urge to urgent,
to gorge and disgorge?

instead of morning prayers,
precomposed and ordered,
morning poem plucked from

morning fog, gusted breezes,
early-on, newborn sun rays,
progeny of disheveled skies

words fused, in irregular sizes,
senses censured by drowsy eyes,
but the chest beating arrhythmia

means bursts of free verses
superimposed on reluctant eyelids,
jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed

and the first poem of the day,
emerges from the intersection
of mind, pale dreams, and the

first is special till the neu morrow,
when fresh bursts explode inward
to windward, and the first is just

yesterday's mesh of hash,
once formidable, now last,
pinned, yellowing, purely a
*descendant of the recent,
but always, ancient past
^
3:07pm
a bright sun grilled day, in a cold June
Juneteenth 3025

on the Isle of, in the piet's nook
 126° 
star
too sad for words 6.21.25 (5:10 pm / 17:10)
i am just so sad sometimes
too sad for words
 126° 
Mike Hauser
Why do I think that I
Deserve more than the other guy
Acting like it's owed to me
Bought and paid for, mine to keep

Why do I treat selfishness
As if it is mine to possess
It's not enough I want it all
And when it's gone, I ask for more

Why do I hold onto pride
Ever tight for dear life
Afraid to let the people see
When it comes to the real me

Why do I light my angry side
Any disagreement, I try and fight
Pushing back with all my might
Thinking that, you're wrong I'm right

Why do I even think
I deserve anything
Angry at my selfishness
Which in turn hurts my pride no less
I possess a passin' interest in the underwear of young South Korean
underwear models & their big underwear fears, as my sister drove a
South Korean underwear truck for teen-underwear models for years
I have a big interest in underwear truckin' for 18 teen South Korean
underwear models & their large underwear fears, as 1 sister drove a
Korean underwear truck for 18 teen-underwear models for 18 years
 120° 
Not quite Jane
One day, you will return

to the moment you left yourself behind.

To touch the outline of your absence

like a photograph you forgot to frame.

You’ll gather the scattered Saturdays,
the drawings no one kept,
the questions you were too afraid to ask,
the stories no one stayed long enough to hear.

And you’ll remember the slammed doors,

the silence between two people who once made you,

the friend who stopped texting back,

the laughter that vanished from the room.

You’ll walk through those rooms again,

dust in the corners,
and sit beside the stranger,
your hand on his own shoulder.

Only this time,
you won’t hush his laugh.

You won’t close the door.

It will be as natural as breath,

as quiet as light through the curtains

of a house no longer haunted.
This time, you’ll tell him you’re here now.

Every door will open.

And the only thing heard through the hallways

will be the laughter of a child

and the stars in the night sky,

laughing along.

This time, you’ll stay.
 110° 
ebonymarie93
Roses
My favourite flower since I was a child
Then I met you..
Now I can't stand to even look at them
Isn't that wild
Funny how that happens..
Some songs I don't dare listen to
I don't dare say your name
You're like ******* Voldemort
It fills my heart full of heartache and shame
Why do I always come back to you and play this ******* game?!
It's useless, it's rigged
I always lose
Left feeling broken, battered and bruised
Though you never laid a hand on me
Silly to think you saw me as more than flesh
How can you be so heartless ?
Who hurt you ?
I guess someone will probably ask the same question about me one day
I'll just shrug
I won't dare utter your name
Your name fills me with so much pain
Hurt people hurt people
Slipknot was right
People = ****
 107° 
Zahra Ali
I stretched far enough
to hug the moon—
and it didn’t flinch.
It stayed—unbothered,
like it had been waiting.
 105° 
eliana
Someday you will cry for me
Like I cried for you.
Someday you'll miss me
Like I missed you.
Someday you'll need me
Like I needed you.
Someday you'll love me,
But I won't love you.
 103° 
paul sheridan
“I’ve had enough,” you
said, pushing away your plate,
but looking at me     ..
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
This shimmering body of water and I
are separated only
by a thin layer of sunblock,
a pair of shades

On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
Moments move as slowly
as the low breeze nudging the sail
I know not the year
or state I’m in out here
I know only
that I am the water
and the water is me

To Do Lists of life on land
cannot find me
sheltered here
by waves
Cradled here by currents
older than any human care
I am free as I float
Agendas, ambitions, anxieties—all inferior
On this sailboat
On sacred Lake Superior

© 2025 SincerelyJoanWrites. All rights reserved.
I wrote this after an amazing two day trip on a sailboat on Lake Superior.
 101° 
winnie the poem
An adorable star, you are.
Oh… in my heart, light.
They are the same
as the morning
in my evening night.

A secret to shine
lives in me — elegant,
charming as I am a wonder.
I yell: “I am inevitable!”

You — the one I see in me…
and I in you. For all the way,
always in forever to be:
You and me.

To feel is to be free, the fame,
the game belongs to the day
— and more is on the way.

Eyes in the face, gratitude,
all away. Shall I stay,
now that you are near?

The rear is my fear,
And nothing else…
is you, dear.

A tree becomes paper,
notes in a block… Tick tock.
Hear the clock.

Further away, she goes too.
Yours — the same…

Or is it not?
 101° 
Kalliope
I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.
If I weather your storms, could you handle mine?
Storm chasers have never been easy to find.
 100° 
Srishti
is comfort silence?
is loosing everything silence?
is having money silence?
is happiness silence ?
is death silence?
I’m searching for silence, but my silence is missing from this cosmos.
 88° 
Chameleon
Each time I reach
out,
it is met with a
paragraph about how
I am pushing.

All I said was hi.


But, oh yeah.
He loves me,
He’s just mad.
Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine
🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
 86° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Arms should not be used for killing.
Arms should be used for hugging.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 84° 
Peter Balkus
Peace is just a tea break
between wars.
Make sure you have a sip
before you have to go.
 79° 
Daniii
No lo sé.
Y nadie lo sabe.
Pero a veces…
cuando me duermo cansado del mundo,
siento que la muerte se parece a eso:
a rendirse con dignidad.
a soltar el cuerpo como quien suelta una mentira.

Pienso —en las madrugadas largas—
si la conciencia sobrevive al polvo.
Si lo que soy,
lo que fui,
y todo lo que callé…
viaja a algún lugar donde no hacen falta palabras.

¿Será que el alma se levanta
cuando el cuerpo se cae?

¿Será que despertar
es morir a este sueño llamado vida?

Tal vez morir
es volver a casa.
Tal vez nacimos dormidos,
y nos pasamos la existencia
recordando algo que olvidamos al llegar.

Y si al final…
todo esto —todo lo que siento—
es solo un reflejo en un charco,
una chispa breve en la oscuridad,
una pregunta que nadie responde
porque la respuesta no cabe en palabras.

Y sin embargo…
hay algo en mí
que no quiere desaparecer.

Algo que quiere mirar a los ojos
al misterio,
y decirle:
aún sin entenderte,
yo viví.

Derechos de autor ©️

~Daniii
 74° 
Perla
With each new step comes a fresh white pang.
A flash in the pan is a flash nonetheless.
Like a pulsar, it's quickly gone but lurking in the dark only to return in a decade.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, no, thirty lashes with the cat-o-nine, and in a decade, ten more.
Kept uneven, unpredictable--at odd numbers. All just to keep one on one's toes and back on one's knees.
 69° 
Emma
...
I sit there in my room each night
Wondering if this is what life is supposed to feel like

In my room, I cry alone
Just wishing I was ever known

I sit there on my comforting little bed
My safe place, crying till my eyes get red

I have a family, friends and more
But feel like i'm locked in a cage behind my door

I sit there on my bed every night
Just praying for me to feel alright

I put a smile for everyone there
Pushing down this feeling of despair

What’s life is like for others, I wonder every night
Just dreaming, in my bed, trying to feel alright

I sit there in my room each night
Wondering if this is what life is supposed to feel like
 67° 
KEY
A love poem with
Only four words or
Less, a few words, in
Hope I might impress:
“Here, there, and everywhere.”
I promise to find
You in every life-time,
Nevertheless.
 62° 
OnLithium
89
Feel like
I woke up
To a brand new car
Only to find out
I'm going to be
Chained to it
And dragged along
No salieron jamás
del vergel del abrazo.
Y ante el rojo rosal
de los besos rodaron.

Huracanes quisieron
con rencor separarlos.
Y las hachas tajantes
y los rígidos rayos.

Aumentaron la tierra
de las pálidas manos.
Precipicios midieron,
por el viento impulsados
entre bocas deshechas.
Recorrieron naufragios,
cada vez más profundos
en sus cuerpos sus brazos.

Perseguidos, hundidos
por un gran desamparo
de recuerdos y lunas
de noviembres y marzos,
aventados se vieron
como polvo liviano:
aventados se vieron,
pero siempre abrazados.
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