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 450° 
Andreya Celeste
If love is the answer,
how come so many
problems come from it?
 427° 
James Cavet
Fresh on my mind,
you send me your
heart over the wire.
I responded in kind,
with a whisper in code.

I pushed my hand into
the screen wanting it
to be warm but you're
ice cold.

I can't wait to assemble
this in person.

It could be quite complex
but I have this degree;
worth only burning.

I'll just make up these
words as we go along;
guided by electricity
and minds in the vat.

Experiments in coping
with no reality we can feel;
nothing to believe but
this time with you that
might expire soon.
 350° 
Donna
Why is the moon round 🌝
Because it loves to go
around in circles 🌝

🌝🌝🌝
Fun silly one ** 🌝🌝🌝
 347° 
Harshit Nangia
I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE

I don't love you anymore
Still, I am unable to love someone else.

Nothing brings me more joy knowing,
You were my first love.
Nothing brings me more sorrow knowing,
You will be my last love.

She asked me if I loved her
I told her I did.
But when I looked inside me,
I knew I lied.

I couldn't break her heart,
Because she loved me.
She wasn't the heroine of the story,
But she loved me.

I didn't give her a reason,
But she understood.
It broke her, upset her and angered her
That I just couldn't love her .

My heart is closed and abandoned,
It doesn't allow anyone to enter it
Because somewhere in there
You still live in it .

I have been with many,
Didn't love one .
Never actually been with you
But always knew that you were the one

I still try to mingle,
Everytime I can .
I really like them  
But love, I don't know if I can.
 290° 
Mrs Timetable
Social distancing: difficult but doable

Social security distancing: they had better not!

Sociopath distancing: no problem

Social media distancing: impossible

Socialite distancing: also no problem

Social worker distancing: probably shouldn’t
Just playing with terms. Not intended  to offend anyone.
 240° 
sterre
don't leave me hanging with
what could have beens
sleepless night where i pray for you to come back
reminiscing about what feels like the unfinished
if you decide to leave me
let our love die on the spot
burn it to the ground
until there's nothing left
but a deep-seated memory
of a love that once was but no longer
 230° 
Sal AK
To stay away from the bodies of other beings
To keep a safe distance
To deny the pleasure of touch,

As much to make it seem a new concept
We’ve been distancing long before the panic spread

To stay away from feeling other’s feelings
To keep a safe distance
To deny the vulnerability of connection,

Give credit where it’s do
we’ve been preparing for this all our lives.
 188° 
Amanda Goodman
the person i was last year
is not the person i am today.
you took that person from me.

that day you used your words
to convince me to let you put your hands on me.
you said you would go find some else.

you ripped me from myself.
ill never get her back.
 150° 
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 145° 
Molly Elizabeth
I don't feel anything right now
Not a distinction of pain or sorrow
Nor a tad bit of happiness, let alone glee
I'm sorry to say that I feel nothing

The fake words upon your lips
Beckon me closer to everything that is you
Pulling me into a world
That is drenched in blue

Nothingness creeps upon me
Like an unrelenting stalker
I am the goal, I'm what it wants
All nothing wanted to do was feel

When the night is over
And we are no longer young
I want to remind you of the days of nothing
And all of what you've done to me
 133° 
A A Lovers
I smell your dark intent in the air,
Whether it's in my mind, I don't even care,
Before you speak, Let me make you aware,
She is my girl and you don't even dare.

I can rip you apart, like a wild bear.
I'm with her, you don't need to care.
You might be good, but, it's very rare.
She is my girl and you don't even stare.
Man always wants to protect their women, whether his wife or daughter from bad eyes. And every man knows, good eyes are very rare.
 127° 
Shofi Ahmed
Buy the top guns in the world
now all in one same album.
Trump, Jinping and Putin
their ode to the public
now meticulously is one same lyric.
Get in, stay in, the home is big!

Believe it or not, it's big
Bigger than Times Square,
Palace Square or Tiananmen Square.
But how they are so sure
have they seen my home or yours?
Yes they say and surely not alone
in one voice they sing, love it
or loath it lockdown is sweet
they saw the next big thing.
Dare not follow their coronavirus lyric
it could be the grave the next we step in.

What we see now, what are we to learn?
When the Almighty wants to whisper
there can be no other power broker.
In no time the sky can turn upside down
and lo back to the basic home flies the lark!
Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God.

The question is, comes a catastrophe and of course we should try to overcome it by all means. At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading the attached massage that it may come with. We can just skim through the email. But how long can we survive before seeing another catastrophe unfold on us? Because we might be ignoring an attached message.

Lockdown by Simon Armitage
And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
of infected fleas
in the warp and weft of soggy cloth
by the tailor’s hearth
in ye olde Eyam.
Then couldn’t un-see
the Boundary Stone,
that ****-eyed dice with its six dark holes,
thimbles brimming with vinegar wine
purging the plagued coins.

Which brought to mind the sorry story
of Emmott Syddall and Rowland Torre,
star-crossed lovers on either side
of the quarantine line
whose wordless courtship spanned the river
till she came no longer.

But slept again,
and dreamt this time
of the exiled yaksha sending word
to his lost wife on a passing cloud,
a cloud that followed an earthly map
of camel trails and cattle tracks,
streams like necklaces,
fan-tailed peacocks, painted elephants,
embroidered bedspreads
of meadows and hedges,
bamboo forests and snow-hatted peaks,
waterfalls, creeks,
the hieroglyphs of wide-winged cranes
and the glistening lotus flower after rain,
the air
hypnotically see-through, rare,
the journey a ponderous one at times, long and slow
but necessarily so.
 126° 
Khoi-San
Giving up smoking
seemed very hard
saving me from this fallacy
was faith in the unseen God
I prayed seeking his face
he found me on my knees
begging for grace
He arrived on time
freed my mind
the unseen God
humbly healing the blind
Did you know Jesus is seated at the right hand of God in the heavens
preparing a place for us
Did you know the Holy Spirit of God dwell amongst us and is Omnipresent
he was left behind as the HELPER and reacts quickly in response to prayers of a contrite spirit.
 125° 
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 125° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 118° 
Siren
I've been trying
to figure out myself
through
figuring out you.

It's not working.

Neither has.
Neither will.
Why am I like this?
 114° 
Henry
The crack of a coke can
Takes me back
To summer days
We woke up
You came over
I made some sandwiches
We shared the same plate
3/28/20
 114° 
Jason James
While you're sitting on your stores
Of canned goods, boxed pasta and toilet paper
Behind your doors
In front of the TV
Praying for passage and relief
Afraid of this disease
We'll still be in the streets
Drinking and dancing.
What's the worst that could happen
Seriously
Do not fear covid-19,
Fear closures and social distancing
Isolation and self quarantine
And have yourself another drink
And join the end of the world party.
 106° 
Sam
her
and I realised
everything I missed
like feeling her lips curl
into a smile or a kiss

I look into her eyes
while she stares into the abyss
her fingers uncurl just a little bit
and we fall asleep like this
 97° 
hazem al jaber
Sweetheart ...

to your eyes ...
i'm talking with ..
always and every time ...
even when i dive in a asleep ...
i drew your eyes ...
so deeply inside me ...
to keep talking with you ....
about my longs and desires ...
yes ...
desire you sweetheart ...
I crave to your sleepy eyes ...
and for a  touch your hand to my hands ...
desire you in every night ...
crave to an endless hug ...
until the sun rise ...
while my heart beats...
between your hands ...
to feel it's desire ...
while it beats ...
only for you ...

yes sweetheart ...
as a rare sunshine ...
your beauty face is ...
as a deep sea ...
your eyes are ...
and as this big world ...
your loving heart is ...

desire you ...
long for you ...
only you ...
sweet angel mine ...

love you sweetheart ...


hazem al ...
 95° 
Dez
Hell's best kept secret
Is that you'll make it
To heaven above
Because you've never hurt  a dove
But the truth is, on your own, you will never make it
Take up and read
Romans one through five
It has saved lives
 91° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 76° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 75° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 74° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 72° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 69° 
McKenna Rich
I think it's time to be honest
With him I'm not the happiest
But feeling you on my lips
Was the best day dream I feel like I could never get
We agreed one day
But for once I'm praying
I just want you for my own
To call you mine
We compliment each other
We understand what each other couldn't speak
And with you I'm happy
That smile on my cheeks is real for once
Yes maybe I'm intoxicated
But the feelings I feel are real
And now I feel intoxicated from your lips
We could go bonnie and clyde
For you I'd be your ride or die
Whatever makes you the happiest
But for me
It would just be being next to you.
I've been on a relationship for 4 years now. But it's been honestly abusive. And now I've found someone who really really understands me. But he has **** going on too. And I'm honestly praying that we could work. It would be the greatest dream for me. I'm falling head over heels for him.
 68° 
monica
stories are made for enchantment
our hearts are even meant
we hold hands
staring at each others eyes
and there's a spark
the hints of lies
 65° 
Ann Taylor
you
I think God
spent extra time on you
and the way you look at me
makes me feel like
that applies to me too
 64° 
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
 63° 
almost efni
why fire dances
while it burns
when i started
laughing while i cry

30.03.20
because why not.
 60° 
Saffron
The muscles in my cheeks ache,
from holding this pointless smile.
My eyes are darkened and empty,
yet I'm grinning all the while!
 57° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 57° 
solfang
our heartbeats
can never be in sync;
for I know mine
will always be beating
faster than yours
 55° 
Tom
and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
 52° 
Cruz
I will live on
And find myself
Buried underneath
All the things happened before you
So I'll dig my way through
Till my heart is clear and true
I'll be ready to love
To say each and every day
So that you know
I've always felt this way
No one else even comes close
They aren't the same
Every word, kiss, and love you
Was never so strong
You weren't wrong
We were ment to be
side by side all along
So I'll love you from afar
Till the time comes and well never part
Dreams are my enemy
Lying like alchemy
Promising hope and gold
While interrupting reality
 48° 
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
hidden
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
 48° 
Vargov Saikia
and must
i
say
not in agony
but
in realisation
"we poets are liars"

whilst we sing,
"I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In)",

love came in at the eye
travelled
through the body
and left . . .

WE POETS ARE LIARS.



                         vargov
Or shall I say they bent the truth to lie...
 45° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
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