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 460° 
beau
#34
Sick.

Is it fun to be sick?

Headache,

Cold,

Vomiting,

Crying,

Coughing,

Gagging.
­
Yes.

It is very fun.

I want to suffer.
 355° 
GreenTrees
The best part of you  is You.


your ability to take sadness and pain

and mold it into growth and beauty

to create peace and desolation in the embrace of the life storm

to sit in emptiness when there is chaos all around me.

I am the night thief... stealing hours from the normal day to

to exist in silence and think.
 300° 
mikhaltsov
spurred into a mast
waltzing aspen leaf
fungus stirred his scabs
                so grieved

whimpering desert dens
posthumous mosaic
                east wind creeped

barefoot axed prosaic
you cost so cheap
 195° 
Donna
I saw a lovely
parakeet , it reminded
me of a spring day

❤️
Lovely birds such a lovely colour too reminded me of spring leaves **
 189° 
Marcella Faye
I couldn't replicate to some people
Like how they did to me
For my heart is not like theirs.

My loyalty sits differently
And lets them rage in the fire
With their jealousy.
It's not in my nature to take vengeance for pleasure,
While others desires it.
 92° 
Anne Scintilla
apple of the eye,
red lip with a poisoned kiss,
peonies for the dead.
not all fairytales have happy endings.

a.s.
 78° 
FJ Davis
Deep State tyrants are unelected
faceless bureaucrats who have banded together
in "The Resistance" to negate the votes
of millions of Americans; oust
a duly elected President
and seize complete
power.
 77° 
Jme Love
They fell in love
Until falling in love got to hard
Thats when they started falling apart
As the season is about to begin look around at all the gifts you have been given

Feast upon the special moments you have had in your life

Pause for a while and see the world around you and realize in the end we are all the same

We all have our own destiny to fulfill and our own journeys

But in the end it is love and kindness that truly fills our hearts and spirits
 74° 
Annette
the sky tapped the colours of the rainbow
soft blue and orange with stripes of red and lilac

a sunray swirls its finger and writes the nightingale's song on liquid mirror

listen...
the universe hums a soothing melody  a clapping and sqwaking of flamingoes
burbling splashing of a river and
soft stirring of aging crispy leaves

the cool air licks my skin
and the promise of rain tickles my nose
i shake my hair in the wind and gurgle laugh

closed eyes i rise and rise to caress the bouncy belly of the skies

and bid the tumbling twilight goodnight
 70° 
Khoi-San
Indigenous
clicks in the spirit
OF
a
thousand storms,
heirlooms
OF
legacy,
eminence
OF
light
kin
of
the
rainbow
soul
OF
the
Earth
 69° 
Peter DeSpirito
Head full of words almost
Escaping from my mind
Anticipating a fond
Reason for them to meet
The paper they want to be on

Beating on my brain waves
Evading the capture of my voice box
Actually hiding behind my eyes....the words tries to stay in my mind
Til they find the need to be on the paper they want to be on
-Peter T. DeSpirito
I couldn’t make the letters I wanted bold...so I left it as is...
 68° 
John Niederbuhl
Wet snow descending
Ghostly pines, great boughs bending
Autumn is ending
Winter comes early up here
 64° 
Amanda
he said
you sleep here every night
you should leave
a toothbrush
at my place


i said
you’re sweet
but no
...
my morning breath
smells like
independence

...
i like being
on my own
 59° 
atticus wilson
Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder
 54° 
shogunzoe
In royal forests,
mahogany tree roots reach deep.
Their branches bear dreams.
Original:
Nature surrounds me:
royal greens, mahogany.
Dream deep to plant seeds.
 51° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever

compare yourself
 51° 
C
The moment you walked into the room
I knew i was doomed
I could see in by the look in your eyes
I did my best not to care
The reality of what i done was in the air
I could see it in your stare
I still dont know how you feel or what we will be
But i never ment to put you in that situation
im glad we can still be friends in the end.
 46° 
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!
Explanation 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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 41° 
Arrow
Things which fall too fast
Break pretty badly.
 41° 
effie ebbtide
the meeting point between antifreeze and rot
undiscovered worlds in a stupid sheet of ice
i rake my leaves and ***** a flurry
from that strange backed-up faucet, my mouth.
november thoughts
 39° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 39° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 36° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 34° 
A Broken Poet
I lose myself in love
I lose myself in the blade in my wrist
I lose myself in the nicotine
I lose myself in the alcohol

But for once
Just once
I want to
                f
                    i
                        n
                             d
myself
 33° 
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.
 33° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 33° 
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
No longer am I
afraid of the sun, let its
rays turn me golden
I don't need to hide anymore
 31° 
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 31° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 30° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
 29° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 29° 
zxn
I put my heart on ice for you
I told you I’d save it for you
As my body went numb
You told me I was crazy
I only said that I’d wait for your love
As one night I traversed between
Familiar ponds and waterholes.
The mirth and pep of cobblestone catacombs
Traversing also
And lingering languid with the interminable vapours of combustion.
I approached a woman,
Plain,
But radiating a genre of beauty obsolete.
Our trajectories to cross,
I half-stepped, swung, and made to speak,
‘Madame, if you may fancy but a drink?’
To which she did not so much as glance,
But brushed me off
And kept steady on her path.
 26° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 26° 
alanie
that boy with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
haiku!
 26° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
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