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 875° 
Octavian Cocos
You were made from light, in glory,
Not from Adam's rib, my dear,
Like in the fantastic story
That in churches we do hear.

You have always been appealing
From the moment you arose
Because Eve means life and feeling
And this everybody knows.

You're a pillar of creation,
All this world with you began,
And a goddes of salvation,
And the other half of man.

In your absence, man would suffer,
He would matter not at all,
Wouldn't sin and would be tougher,
But his soul would be so small...
 272° 
Joe Davis
Life is so meaningless
Damp and awkward
Effort so senseless
Disappointment like clockwork

I wonder when it was
That I lost my Grit
Why  all these pieces
That refuse to fit

Is it payback for Deeds
Gone unpunished
Slaughter and Theft
as I dug through the *******
 85° 
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)
 79° 
joe machetto
the walls were
the length of night
when he heard birds
practicing their songs

from a tree lined street
to the ribs
of his door

there he was
just a man
on a bed
in a room

tied to a space
a decoration of
his own cave

waiting for the eyes
of his window
to open

and life to come
rushing in
 65° 
trin
if
if you date the girl
with the pretty green eyes
and the brown braided hair
and the intoxicating smile
keep her close
she'll give you the world

and to my girl
with your pretty green eyes
and your brown braided hair
and your intoxicating smile
im not going anywhere
you're my world
 62° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 60° 
Jaxey
Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)
Reverse poems are great my doods
 39° 
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
Is your dog alright?; Sure, he's fully recovered.; What happened?; He was crushed in an avalanche. His hind legs had to be amputated & he lost all sensation in his face.; Good God! The poor, wretched creature!; That ain't all. He must wear a colostomy bag & his eyes are permanently misaligned.; But you said that he's alright.; He is alright.; How can you say he's alright? He's missing 2 legs, his face is paralyzed, he can't take a proper dump & he's ****-eyed.; He's had worse.
 34° 
Lee
What you see is not me
You see what use to be
That outer, now, hollow shell of me
I guess you could call me free
With nothing and nowhere to be
 33° 
joe machetto
i keep the path
to Heaven
in my wallet

a photograph of her
decades ago
in Trafalgar Square

i look at it at night
and touch
the lock of hair
she gave

suspended between
dreams and wishes
under her spell

she is the green iris
of my nirvana

the light i seek
on my way home
 32° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 26° 
Micah
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
beautiful
but bland
verses.
 24° 
Carpo
I'll try, if it doesn't work, then I'll try again.
I'll wait day by day,
month after month,
year by year.
I promise you this, my love.
Until the day there is You and I.
But this is a lie,
So I wait for a new song to cry.
Until I finally found the answers to "why."
 23° 
Callamasttia
The universe loves a bad joke.
 23° 
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 21° 
Keiya Tasire
I am?
Be Still.
Be Love.
Be Peace.
Walk with Faith.
I Am  Peace.
I Am  Love.
I Am  Still.
I Am.
Moving through Fear, challenges and pain; to find the connection within.
 21° 
Left To Rot
We're living on borrowed time
so love it and lose it,
doubt it and prove it,
live and die on the road,
I mean, maybe not literally,
or maybe yes, who knows?
What I'm trying to say
is that we're not here to stay
so let's all let it go.
 21° 
Grace E
If woman was taken from mans rib
I surely must have been taken from yours
 19° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 19° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 19° 
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.
 19° 
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
 19° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 19° 
Barker
I
Left
You
Because
I
Was
Tired
Of
Being
Your
Poison
(c)ibarker
 18° 
tenielle
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
 18° 
UnitingWriting
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
 17° 
Deidre Lockyer
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
 17° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 17° 
Colm
The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be
The January Lasts

It's not about non-existence. It's about getting away from the self without reset. It's about being... Refreshed. And we all do that differently.
 17° 
Amy
I used to be scared of you
Too much of a good thing,
But now you are a building block
To help it all to sing.

You are bold and bright and brazen,
While you compliment so well.
Once I understood you
In love is what I fell.
...or love
 16° 
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
 16° 
noelle
inhale it
exhale it
feel it burn your lungs

i'm better now
hopefully someone gets this
 16° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 16° 
Eugene Osowski
(The Ascension of a Small Songbird)

Great pelicans are lining now
Above the surf, as willets bow

And take the creatures of the sand,
As sanderlings race down the strand

The plovers gather in a crèche

But like a thing
That is one flesh,

They rise into the windy air
And fly unto, I know not where

---

The tide is high and loud, and white
And clears the footprints of the night;

The sun is trembling on the lip
Of where the waters rise and dip

(Part Two)

A songbird falls
Upon the heath

Amid the rockweed at my feet;
And I am stranded in the grace

That designates
A holy place

All things suggest calamity,
Except that she is here with me!
For though she waits upon my will,

I have God’s mercy to fulfill

I must not leave;

I shall not go;

Yet I may do no more than know
What outcome may befall this chance

That joins our lives

In circumstance:

---

I stay with her
As she may die

Or rise in glory
To the sky!

I guard the treasure of her mind

I leave her not alone behind!

---

The sanderlings race down the strand;
The gulls are huddled on the sand;

The day is crawling up the beach,
And I am counseled in the breach.
None
 15° 
migayle ocuaman
you are young
you have so much
so much in time given
you have one life
as well as one death
it would be best
to have a purpose
to put meaning in it
as you wander along
alone or with company
do not waste it in the rain
 15° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 15° 
Rupert Pip
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.
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