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 403° 
Donna
Hi as HP stopped
selective daily poems
Thought I’d asked..that’s all
Hey the last daily poem was selected on 27th June there’s been no more since x
 307° 
Des Nicole
I've been through a lot
If that makes me weird
So be it..
 288° 
Navila
Ever since the pink
of sunrise
was realized in His hands,
God knew
there need to be souls
in awe
and reverent
of His new masterpiece;
a miracle that would
arise every day
gracing His new world
with its ever-changing beauty.

He knew
the sun’s alchemy
upon the sky
would not bring tears
to the eyes of His angels.
This world
would be wasted
on them,
for they would
strip down
this Earth
to its mechanics,
oblivious to its magic.

So He conceived,
of humans,
whose faults
and flaws
would not allow
them to understand
the depth of His creations
but would allow
them to perceive
the splendor of each
daybreak
and the bleeding watercolors
of each sunset.
 245° 
Mari
This is why I don't
share my opinions-
They won't listen.
They think I'm strange.
They think that they're always right.
They make me feel guilty
even though I didn't do anything wrong.
But still,
I won't stop.
 230° 
Joshua Dougan
As I look at a screen I read up on Screen addiction.
Im hooked and I steep, what a mean affliction.
 185° 
Damien
if there is only 18 months left of green
i want to make sure it’s not bittersweet
hold your hand in the shade of the apple tree
and remember what it’s like to
fall in love
All of the answers are there
They are within your soul
Take the time to find them
Empower yourself and be bold
Utilize those tools
And sharpen your mind
Never ever stop learning
Continue to be gentle and kind
 94° 
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
 86° 
Aubrey Spurlock
Its like everything's on fire
I know thats dire
But I’m not kidding
Everything’s on fire
Okay maybe not literally
And maybe I'm being overdramatic
But I'm telling you
Everything’s on fire
In my mind the world is red
Everything burns and my skin is dead
There’s no real way to describe it
But as I said
Everything’s on fire
First poem!
 85° 
Zhanara
Money and poor life swallow  my paradise .
My paradise are
my humanity,
my goodness
my kindness
my cleverness
21.09.2019
 78° 
Vachaspathi
Will you come to me
Crossing the infinite skies and shattering the imperishable barriers?

I am waiting for you on a desolate land to get liberated by your gentle touch.
 75° 
Kirsten Claire
I gave them fickle fables
Far from forging truths
Fair young women
With facades cast over
Their fear-filled eyes
As they realize
There is no fairy tail
For fabricated dreams
No Prince Charming
Will fall for them
It is the princess fallout
That happens to
All folly young women

9/21/2019
 75° 
Sid
There is a Monopoly for love in these times
.
..
...
In the name of love will you suffer or will you smile ?
 71° 
ATL
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
 71° 
Lu
I like to believe, we meet people for a reason,
Wether God sent me to change your life, or
Or God sent you to change mine.
 70° 
robin
I think part of me has excepted that I will be alone for awhile
And it's a heavy feeling
An isolating one, but I know somewhere deep down inside my damaged heart that I deserve happiness and I'm not finding it here
I don't feel love anymore
Just distance
Resistance like a rubber band
You pull it back far enough and it just hurts you in the end
.
Empty
 61° 
deyrah
I'm no genius.
But i know, that loving yhu.
Wasn't supposed to hurt.
 57° 
F A Pacelli
together we walk 
to our deaths
in this thing called life 
but somehow we forget 
we are in this thing
together
 57° 
elisha belle
just a little more,
I should wait.
just a little more,
I will strive.
just a little more,
I will fight.

but,

just a little more,
I will stop.
just a little more,
I will give up.
just a little more,
I will die.

just a little more,
just a little more.
whatever hardships we face, there is always an end. we just have to go on, just a little more.
 56° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
 51° 
Bede
Let that smile return
Never let it fade
Whatever's occured
I know you'll feel better
 50° 
elijah hightower
My control became a variable.
My stability became improbable.
Please come back
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
 48° 
Briscoe
The fortune teller yelled,
She told me
"There are two breeds of oathbreakers
The liar and the failure."

It is this feeble form,
With deep roots of saphire
Juxtaposed with soft silk
Spines, undermined by magma.
The milk of these bones are
From an unhealthy donar.

Great singers sing
Through happiness and sorrow.
The writers are writing
Whether with joy or woe.
The warrior fights on
For failure or valour.
The great fear not defeat
But the fleeting self
Who flees.
"12 Before a downfall the heart is haughty, but humility comes before honor."
-Proverbs 18:12
 46° 
Edward
I have poured out my tears, so I understand .
The hurting needs healed so very desperately.
That they have turn to the bottle or drugs here.
To take away the overwhelming pain they have.
I have been there myself in California to be exact.
When a woman that I cared about rejected me.
But still the Good Lord delivered me later from it.
He was trying to reach out to me through it all.
So yes I can feel your pain and am praying for you.
To be delivered of it and then healed of it too.
 46° 
JT
Today
I wore black
Because
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer
Alive

-jt
 43° 
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
 42° 
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.
 41° 
Faith
Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
 41° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Letting his past
determine his future

Old voices in charge
—all memory in pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
 40° 
emma
lights and fog
black lipstick
singing our
hearts out
dancing
like no one is
around
a good night
if i ever knew one
 40° 
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.
we
aren't we all a little hesitant
to allow unexpected love
to enter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkyNISWE3Cc&t=2393s
 39° 
Trevor Reynolds
I can't have depression because I'm a man.
I'll take care of everything, you know that I can.
It's not about ego or my self esteem.
And I'm not being moody, just what do you mean?
Go to the doctor, visit a shrink.
Whatever would our family and friends start to think?
I'm  just over tired that’s all that it is.
Let's put this behind us and don't tell the kids.
I can’t have depression because I'm a man
Or maybe I'm wrong, and really I can.

By Trevor Reynolds 2019
 37° 
Calvin Perumalla
I am boxed in by my own expectations
I am afraid of my own fore shadow
Of things that need to come

I suspect that if I were free of wanting the things I feel compelled to be, which are vast in number, I actually have a decent shot at achieving great things

Can I cast aside the pursuit of false projections of greatness and pursue nothing but the whims and inclinations of my mind. Will that lead me to greatness.

It’s ironic that my plan to conquer the world has crushed me under its weight
 37° 
Infamous one
Someday are bad
Hide behind a smile
Push through to make it
Treat people right
A bad mood for the moment
Shouldn't ruin others day
For once loyal to the right people
Make it feel welcoming a place to go
Somewhere to be guilt free
Use to being rejected but forgiving
Not let others influence behavior
Be honest and genuine a lost trait
 37° 
BrokenPieces
I saw the knife
in your hand
I saw the hate
in your eyes
I saw the smile
slowly creep up
as you put the blade in me
I saw the blood
drip down
I am a witness to it all
 37° 
Chelsea Rae
If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.
 36° 
Shofi Ahmed
Give in love
but never give up!
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