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 5167° 
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 1052° 
Pax
i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.
i like mangoes, i missed those uripped one, well this has dual meaning ;)
 391° 
Eli
perhaps the most complex feeling
is feeling everything at once
the sympathy of a lover
the cold from a friend
everything shattering at once
residue of a rainfall

pain flares
and the cold blooms
the heat of freezing
the coldness of mistakes
everything finally stood still
residue of a rainfall

the soft pitter patter pulling me through the night
 314° 
Peter Garrett
It's such a lovely combo
The warmth of your legs
Paired with the frost
On your heart
You're the whole package
 286° 
Adedoyin
If you're fire, I would love to burn.
If you're tears, I would love to drown.
If you're heaven, I would love to die.
And if you're night, I would be the moon to chase after you,
because, darling, I want to dwell in your arms.
I will be the waves if you're an ocean, for every bit of you is part of me.
 258° 
Elizabeth Squires
may a lasting peace
prevail on this our planet
for all of mankind
 250° 
Machacha Doctor
Not sure if I believe in
Soulmates or fate

But if you'll be there

To watch Sunsets
Moon and the stars

Doom our scars

In the winds of
The blue sky nights

I might transmute my
Belief
@2024/10/13
 206° 
Luis Cernuda
Verdor nuevo los espinos
tienen ya por la colina,
toda de púrpura y nieve
en el aire estremecida.
Cuántos cielos florecidos
les has visto; aunque a la cita
ellos serán siempre fieles,
tú no lo serás un día.
Antes que la sombra caiga,
aprende cómo es la dicha
ante los espinos blancos
y rojos en flor. Vé. Mira.
 203° 
SøułSurvivør
AI creates beautiful flowers
Velvety with dew and in all ways perfect!
Bees are disinterested.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
American haiku does not use 5-7-5 syllable count, it must be ironic. ;)
 202° 
Ikramo
All these poets and broken souls
found their comfort in words
words ,not humans,not god
Not anything else
But words
Isn’t that powerful
how words heal their wounds ?
this one’s for u all , I’m so proud of all of you your words really pull out at my heart strings ,appreciate youuu !!!!
 178° 
nina membreno
Theres part of me that doesnt know you.

Theres part of me that knows you.

Theres part of me that wants to know you.

But theres part of me that doesnt want to know you at all.



A bigger part of me.


The biggest part of me.

And over time it's become all of me.
I don't want to know you.

All of me never wants to know you.



Ever again.

but i cant seem to forget you.
help me forget you.
 167° 
S R Mats
As drops of blood color water
That certain shade.  Pink?  Rose?
Lovely in themselves.  Coral?  

While the starfish slowly crawl
Across the mighty ocean floors,
The stars in heaven swirl overhead.

And we all continue to die each day.
 164° 
Blake
I don’t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I don’t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
And
Everything
I could’ve never imagined
 154° 
aAr
...
You should know,
i could see right through your
web of lies.
 141° 
Fabiconni
clouds are visible, efforts are not
strike of the wind and sun's heat;
disturbs the water for good and bad
blows the realism to sky's head;
It is the garden but not of Eden
through the spinal and mind is the den;
it cries out and aloud
bring me the rain of glorious cloud.
Rain of Thoughts
 140° 
Àŧùl
Day & night,
I'm enticed by you.

Day & night,
I'm lost in your thoughts.

Why are you so beautiful,
Oh, plain mirror?
My HP Poem #2006
©Atul Kaushal
 125° 
Kai
I trusted you ever since we met
You even made me in debt
You took advantage of me,
You stabbed me,
But I couldn't see
I was only so oblivious
I am still so oblivious
I acknowledge it,
But I don't care about it

I was only six years old
I wasn't old-
Enough to learn that you-
Were taking advantage of me
I couldn't see-
The knife you-
Stabbed into me until you disappeared
I wasn't open-eared
I couldn't hear,
Until a clone of you came along
It's been so long
Since I heard
I can hear now,
I can trust you now

The cycle just repeats;
Day by day,
Bay to bay.
This is just about people who come in my life just to take advantage of me

There's no ending to it. There's no ending to their endless manipulation and how much they take advantage of me. Please make it stop.
 110° 
A Poet
Turn off the lights,
hide my flaws,
just love me in the dark.
 107° 
EB
twirling, twisting,
i take the sun as mine.
you want, while i love,
it’s our everflowing time.
lay me, bare chested,
open underneath your fan.
sickly sign of youth-
never wipe it from our hands.
 106° 
Druzzayne Rika
The thoughts of my mind
the words of my tongue
it's the same as what gen ai does
But the soul that I am
it's beyond the dimensions
unreplicated but same as you
 105° 
MetaVerse
The changing seasons are not more changefull
Then my mistresse; neither more vengefull
Is the wooing autumn wind that sedvceth
A singing mood afore it blasteth
With bitter colde, angry and disdainfull.
Her scorne is lyke a scorpion stinge painfull
In my sad heart wich bleedeth for banefull
Her who presently nowe observeth
          The changing seasons.
Her cruell scorne capricious entiseth
My heart to dispaire; itt dispaireth
Dailye and dieth from disese carefull.
Her scorne doth make my harte most woefull,
And so my smartyng heart despiseth
          The changing seasons.
 80° 
Yonah Jeong
although parent loves
their children equally,

children cannot love
their parents equally.
 78° 
ophelia
in quiet rooms where shadows hide,
celia whispers, soft inside.
a secret kept, a dream unspoken,
a song of strings, unbroken.

she waits in corners, dark and deep,
where memories fade, and shadows sleep.
eyes of silence, heart of mist,
tracing what’s been missed.
 74° 
Pax
how i missed those
people who planted
little seeds in my heart.
seedlings to trees.
i have converse with alot of poets here in HP and WC. Though my brain might forget, the feelings they've given me lingers... YOU/they know who they are...
 71° 
Billie Marie
the mountains cry
as you weep for a love
you knew only in dreams
a mirage you concocted
a smokey appearance
you took for real life
the world can't touch what isn't
and you can't touch what is
 70° 
Bekah Halle
Remember!
When the ground feels shaky
And things are falling skyward;
Peace is our gift, embrace it
with both hands.
I am undecided on the title of this poem between these three headings. Please give your feedback:
1-My peace I give you
2-Embrace with both hands
3-Open arms

Please reply 1, 2 or 3. Much appreciated.
 69° 
Michael Done
God and I have a pretty simple relationship.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!

There are no strings.  No conditions at all.
God doesn’t even require me to believe in her.
And I don’t, really.

Yet she is truly the God I love,
and, true to the old commandment,
I shall have no other gods before her.

She is the air I breathe.
In her I live and move and have my being.
To her and her alone I happily entrust my living and my dying.

She has held me tenderly and faithfully from the very start,
and sometimes, in moments of deep joy, deep distress or deep stillness,
I catch her fragrance and feel afresh her blissful, ineffable touch.

Selah.
Some of my formative years, especially my late teens and early twenties, were packed with Christian creeds and doctrines. At the centre was a micro-managing masculine God who expected everything of me. I don't believe in that God anymore. I don't really believe in the feminine God of this poem either, though I come a lot closer to it with her. She is poetic and, like a lot of poetry, she's my doorway to the real thing..
 67° 
Eric Martin
The past has become scars and pains
Trapped in its bars and chains
Let's look towards the stars and move forward with what remains
 67° 
Kas
Keep your feet
Grounded, girl—
Stay present.

Rock in the
River, right?
Things may change.

That's okay.
The future's
Never late.
Emotional awakenings can be a jarring experience—especially when you never saw it coming.

This is written as a tricube (three stanzas, consisting of three lines each, each line consisting of three syllables)
 66° 
Immortality
Two hands softly touch,
Smiles warm under starry skies,
Love so sweet and kind.
Touch which feel electric................................
 54° 
Universe Poems
Lounging attire
Jacobean dramatist
Play writing way
Mogul's breeches
Poetry rama
Pleasing delightful,
English,
Playwright drama
Day or night,
Georgian Manor stage
Relaxing page

©  2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
 46° 
Self
I never dared to come closer,
maybe I've always known,
that you would run back to her
and leave me all alone.
She shines as bright as the sun
and you're full of life like the earth,
but the moon only appears when it's dark,
when it's light has it's worth.
 39° 
irinia
my cells have their own theories and fruits of dying
even porcelain dreams
when I am with you I enter the tunnel of vision
I can see better what happens with fused from confused
me and him trapped in the asylum of gestures
somnabulists through our own skins
while they are busy scrolling
God forbid to hear the sadness of a time
that is getting darker and darker
 39° 
Gavin
I cough words
onto a page,
and hold it up to the world.
They call it art, they call it poetry.
 39° 
Diver
Across the land,
the sun lays it's golden hands, touching
On my tongue, my name turns to sand, nothing
Sitting in the rain, I bleed onto the grass, dreaming
 37° 
Mitch Prax
One of the best things
you can do for yourself is
to become comfortable
with the loneliness.
Learn to accept it-
you might even learn
to embrace the solitude
and all the shadows
as your company.
To learn to be okay with being alone
in a world so loud, so full of
crowds and temptations is
not just self care,
it is a form of art.
 37° 
Lizzie Bevis
In life’s swift current,  
we shared a glance,  
as fleeting souls
in a silent dance,
both rushing along
busy city pavements.

A smile exchanged,  
a moment's grace,  
for a brief second
your gaze met my face
and we became  
more than strangers.  

Lizzie Bevis
 36° 
Nat Lipstadt
How I Observed the Day of Atonement

If you are unfamiliar with day and its observance,
See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_Kippur

In a place of perfect solitude,
No crowded synagogue within to hide,
No cantor to intercede on my behalf,
I spoke words of mine own creation
To my creator who wisely empowers me
To judge myself, for knowing, none harsher,

We two,
Old travel companions,
Upon worn grayed, adirondacke thrones,
We overlooked,
A natural prayer place,
Bay and breeze, white-clouded and sun-laced.
Only the full time inhabitants, the animals,
Grayling butterflies to match and contrast,
Eavesdropping on our Greek dialogos, in this,
Palace of Perfect Solitude.

Amiable did we chat,
I of family, this and that.

He, wearied from recent travel,
To Syria and India,
Was glad for a day off,
For he had little to do,
But wait for twilight,
To then close the books.

For us no formality, easy the going,
No prosecutor no defender in residence,
For we exchange these roles intermittently,
The incriminatory, the penance, all deeds displayed,
No adult games of winking eyes, and
Hidden heart, secret chambers,
Rabbinical or angelic intercession.

He does so love his Bach,
Adagio on strings,
My soothing gift to him,
This music more than divine.

He returned this courtesy.

Warming sun to expose my chest,
Cooling genteel breeze offsetting,
The bay emptied of wayfaring skiffs and yachts.

A cooling beverage proffered,
But sighing, he said that he had yet to find
A beverage that his kind of thirst could slake.
For his eyes, tho shining, did not effervesce,
As when we shared this day in years past.

Too much killing, this year,
It tires me so to tabulate human excess,
Spoke not a word, for my critique would
Comfort him less, if at all.

Thanks for Kol Nidre, he plainted,
So I too can disavow,
The best intended oaths I took and take,
For each year, I fail more than the year before.

If only I could sit with each,
As I do with you,
Where what needs saying,
Is said, understood, undisguised as praying.

A schooner to the dock did appear,
For him it attended, for him, it waited,
Sails, both black and white.

He stood to depart, my arms-grasped, taken, he graphing,
Measuring my fortitude, my strengths, my divinity.

I do so love this day in your company.
I shall sit with you again one year on,
Bach sweet when next we meet, please.

Soft spoke, as almost I should not hear,
Your time is nigh, no thing I create is forever.
He spoke with such sadness,
For well I knew, the intent, his meaning.

He, for-himself, saddened, for he loved
Sitting  beside me in this manner,
Since my inception, never deception,

Only He resting easy, when he atoned before me,
And I gave him his absolution conditional,
As he gave me,
mine
September  2013
 35° 
Shang
it was much heavier than I expected
the cherry-wood box
all that's left of you
it was heavier than the news of your death
but not nearly as heavy as the loss of you
every moment you weren't there when I was a child.
you taught me a lot,
not directly,
but your absence taught me everything
about loneliness
about pretending to be strong
during my weakest times
it taught me how to do time
without expecting anyone to be there
and no one ever was
but you're finally with me,
now that you're gone.
the news of losin' you wasn't
what I expected it to be
that cherry-wood box was a lot
heavier than I thought it'd be
I wish I had a softer past
so I could cry for you
like I ought to be
but my baby, she cries for you, for me
and it helps
I miss you like I always have
it's just different now
rip dad
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