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Amelia Delgado
I mistook you for a glass,
When I poured all my love
Into you
The universe loves a bad joke.
a m a n d a
(deepdeepdeep in the cut)

beautiful girls with long braids
quiet boys with tears in their eyes
yellow birds
and pink trees

flutes and drums and haunting strings
drifting smoke
sleepy cats
blanket on blanket on blanket
I need to get it out
I need to tell them my story
while wondering about their glory
Yet they donโ€™t respond
As iโ€™m sitting here
Talking to my fishpond
Nana Nijaradze
แƒ“แƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒ›แƒ–แƒ” แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒฌแƒ•แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒ›แƒ”แƒ’แƒแƒ‘แƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒก, แƒฆแƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ— - แƒแƒ›แƒฃแƒ แƒ˜,
แƒ แƒ แƒกแƒแƒแƒ›แƒฃแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒแƒฃแƒ™แƒ˜แƒœแƒซแƒแƒ•แƒก แƒ›แƒ—แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒก แƒฌแƒงแƒ•แƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒ“แƒ˜.
แƒ’แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ›แƒขแƒ•แƒ แƒ - แƒ™แƒ”แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ™แƒ˜แƒก แƒ•แƒแƒ  แƒฃแƒชแƒœแƒแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜,
แƒงแƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒแƒ› แƒฉแƒ”แƒ›แƒก แƒ›แƒฎแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ–แƒ” แƒ“แƒแƒ˜แƒกแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ...
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ­ย ย ย ย ย  แƒ’แƒแƒ“แƒแƒขแƒ แƒ˜แƒแƒšแƒ“แƒ˜แƒ—!

แƒญแƒฃแƒ แƒญแƒšแƒ˜แƒก แƒŸแƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒ แƒแƒ™แƒ”แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒก แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒแƒแƒฅแƒแƒคแƒ”แƒ‘แƒก?!
แƒ˜แƒฅแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘ แƒ™แƒ•แƒแƒ›แƒšแƒ˜แƒ แƒแƒœแƒ™แƒแƒœแƒ˜แƒ“แƒแƒœ แƒ“แƒฆแƒ”แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒขแƒแƒ•แƒ”?!
แƒœแƒฃ แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒขแƒแƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ—! แƒ‘แƒแƒšแƒ แƒ—แƒ”แƒคแƒจแƒ˜แƒช แƒ“แƒ แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒแƒ›แƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘,
แƒกแƒแƒฌแƒ›แƒ”แƒœแƒ“แƒ˜ แƒฆแƒ แƒฃแƒ‘แƒšแƒ˜แƒก แƒœแƒแƒžแƒ แƒแƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒจแƒ˜ แƒœแƒฃ แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒขแƒแƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ—!

แƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒ—แƒฎแƒแƒ•แƒ”แƒ— แƒ›แƒ” แƒ แƒฃแƒขแƒ˜แƒœแƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒแƒชแƒ แƒ”แƒชแƒ˜แƒš แƒ™แƒฃแƒ—แƒฎแƒ”แƒก?!
แƒ—แƒฃ แƒ“แƒฆแƒ”แƒก แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒฌแƒ•แƒ˜ - แƒ›แƒแƒ›แƒแƒ•แƒแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ“แƒแƒœแƒแƒ›แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ?!
แƒ“แƒแƒ แƒแƒ–แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ แƒงแƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ แƒ™แƒแƒ แƒ˜ - แƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒแƒฆแƒ”แƒ‘ แƒคแƒฃแƒ แƒชแƒ”แƒšแƒก,
แƒฌแƒ”แƒ แƒ˜แƒšแƒก แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒฌแƒ”แƒ แƒ“แƒ˜, แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒคแƒแƒกแƒขแƒ แƒ“แƒแƒœแƒแƒฆแƒ›แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ.

แƒ“แƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒ›แƒ–แƒ” แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒฌแƒ•แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒ›แƒ”แƒ’แƒแƒ‘แƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒก, แƒฆแƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ— - แƒแƒ›แƒฃแƒ แƒ˜,
แƒ แƒ แƒกแƒแƒแƒ›แƒฃแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒแƒฃแƒ™แƒ˜แƒœแƒซแƒแƒ•แƒก แƒ›แƒ—แƒ•แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒก แƒฌแƒงแƒ•แƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒ“แƒ˜.
แƒ’แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒ›แƒขแƒ•แƒ แƒ - แƒ™แƒ”แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ™แƒ˜แƒก แƒ•แƒแƒ  แƒฃแƒชแƒœแƒแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜,
แƒงแƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒแƒ› แƒฉแƒ”แƒ›แƒก แƒ›แƒฎแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ–แƒ” แƒ“แƒแƒ˜แƒกแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ...
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ­ย ย ย ย ย  แƒ’แƒแƒ“แƒแƒขแƒ แƒ˜แƒแƒšแƒ“แƒ˜แƒ—!
Ai Firefly
the fortuitous
glance of the mercenary
crow falls wayside onto the silver

thread of the squirrelโ€™s etching
tail, carving glyphs into the whispering wind

the caw
the glint
the acquisition

a few drops of blood

& a softening nest
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm

into wondering
if I'm behind in

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.
The X-Rhymes
took a bottle from the cupboard
then she tilted back his head
this meant trouble, he discovered
when she read out what it said

it said hazardous to health
twice as poisonous as bleach
keep it on the highest shelf
keep it out of childrenโ€™s reach

treat like pepper spray or mace
or an acid that could maim
store it in a cool, dry place
and avoid all naked flames

the instructions then suggested
it could leave him stiff and pale
if by chance it was ingested
if by chance he did inhale

then its pungent, toxic odour
from its allergens, writ BOLD
burned his nose like caustic soda
made his nostrils yearn for cold

since the content seemed unstable
so she handled with a glove
but she let him read the label
and the word he saw was LOVE

held his nose and told him โ€˜swallowโ€™
made him chug it in one go
and the pain was quick to follow
why she did it, hard to know

felt like acid ingestion
not a gentle warmth inside
so he asked the girl a question
โ€˜is an antidote supplied?โ€™

she said โ€˜thereโ€™s no medication
just a long and slow decline
thereโ€™s no cure or vaccination
you can only pray for timeโ€™

and that pain he still remembers
since his stomachโ€™s still upset
just a pit of glowing embers
from that girl he canโ€™t forget.
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)
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.
The Sahel Sahara is deep, big and vast,
Golden desert and sand dunes past,
Camels and shrubs hidden bones beneath,
Dry, rigid and lifeless.

it gives much needed life to the Amazon,
The desert storms from sahara deposits minerals in Amazon.

The lifeless big mass brings to life the biggest life forms,
The dry zone creates the rain forests.

Nature and it's mystery unsolved yet curious.
He was the thought
of her poetry
hope he'd never let her go
Dark Dream
As the evening ticks on
I sit and ponder
Inside my restless spirit
I witness the comings
And goings
Of all the people
Through the pixels of black
Scrolling or trolling
The ether holds such power
Yet itโ€™s substance is weak
Usage of color inside words
A slip of the keys
Portrayal in portraits
In lives out of the hives
But what is the point
Engaging in this parade
Do you show off your mask
Create those tasks
So I wonder again
If Iโ€™m in the right place
Or did I just end up
In a new trap for me
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 weโ€™re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And Iโ€™m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violinโ€™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.
Sitting proud on the brightest throne,
The heart of a lion is not easy to tame,
As such, he burns down all before him,
Only to be brought down, by the test of time.

~ Umi
I devote this poem to the brightest star in the constellation Lion.
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.
While lilies are asleep
Her dream has taken its wings
A promise of spring
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
If only getting over you was
as easy as
Remembering your name
Sometimes letting can be so hard just remembering their name can hurt
Jeremy Stacy
I see a spectacle of colors appear before my mind
an epochal of lusters that seem undefined
who is the adjuster, of how the patterns are designed?
a red and orange criss cross and then suddenly align
then a quiver of green shivers and intertwines
enter in a wall of golden blue that sparkles and shines
different hues of purple that leave my pupils blind
helping me see a balance of energy and time
in a circle of synergy thatโ€™s spins perfectly aligned
Instagram jstpoetry
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.
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?
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.
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
Youโ€™ve been hurt
Youโ€™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
0 - 3 babi (3 years)
3 - 8 Sketchy Areas (6 years)
8 - 14 Troubled Academic (7 years)
14 -18 Emo prince (4 years)
18 - 23 The reliant client (5 years)
23+ non-bines โ˜ฎ (??? error 404)
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

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
Eloise Rose
I suffer from an exhaustion where sleep offers no remedy
Nathan Wilcox
she must have been 50
Katz was her name
now that,  was a dame
Allesha Eman
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a childโ€™s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation Iโ€™m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; youโ€™re nothing, but to me; youโ€™re my dreamland
Prashant Shaurya
I brought her to the hospital
And I know she is in pain
She says sheโ€™ll die today
But I know sheโ€™d sustain.

As painful it may be
As fearsome it may seem
My legs are shaking deep inside
I can hear her Scream.

Youโ€™d say I canโ€™t feel the pain
She says its life threatening
I believe sheโ€™ll do it well
This moment of awakening.

The Doctor consoles her gently
The nurses prepare the room
My heart beats fast, yet sinks a bit
My baby is about to bloom.

I watch the process in silence
My heart is aching slow
The Doctor asks her to push
Our Child will make Her Glow.

Its a Girl and Sheโ€™s beautiful
I heard the Doctor say
Everyone knows I cried
Saying Happy Mothersโ€™ Day!!

Prashant Shaurya ยฉ
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P.S: I wrote this in the labor room while watching my wife give birth to our Daughter. It took me about 5 to 7 minutes to write till the second last stanza. I wrote the last stanza after seeing my newborn baby. My Daughter is my Universe!!
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when itโ€™s time for myself
to take a sip

all thatโ€™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.

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.
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
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 donโ€™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.
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