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 260° 
Elbee
One exchange of emojis
Over a text
After the longest
space of nothingness
And I find myself
Checking constantly
To see if you’re online
Or if you’ve read
my message
But I forget
Your read receipts is off
As cliche as it is this poem jumped out after an ex texted me
 180° 
Captain Trips
the sweet kiss of rain
showering me in its love
soothes my aching skin
 147° 
jessica obrien
birds alight upon
sutures of a licked-thin night—
tree branch at sunrise.
haikuesday
 123° 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
life it has its own way it is up and down
it can make you smile then turn it to frown
life has many corners that we all must turn
its path we must follow so that we can learn

what it has in store we just never know
take it your stride as on with life we go
life is what you make it life is up to you
treat it with respect your dreams will all come true
 114° 
Norman Crane
the dog wakes
snapping
at the flying red dragon
fly
as the dream fades
 113° 
Vincent Wood
I write poems that
sound like suicide notes
I think I need help
Intended to be darkly comic. Don’t reach out
 46° 
ABHIVYAKTI
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
 43° 
Ashley Kay
I think of you more
often than the sun touches
The surface of earth
Ashleykay2021
 40° 
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)
Some unfinished poetries can be understood by only some,
cause it has to be felt..
 33° 
noelle
"i'm not a poet,
i'm just a woman"

feminism was never
etched into our minds,
like patriarchy was;

we must find our own voices,
for man cannot do it for you.
 33° 
VOID
caught in a conflict
one has my time
one has my attention

he has my heart
the other one has my affection

my heart is tied to both
but the strings are getting tangled

which one do I have a future with?
 32° 
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
 29° 
SCHEDAR
Trees
I know nothing about them
but,
they mean everything
to me
Each one
a branching group of wizards
waving their wands up to
the sky
Inviting the magic of inspiration
 27° 
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
 26° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 23° 
raphæl
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 22° 
Eliza
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
 21° 
haysia
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.
 20° 
Mims
Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?
Cold
 20° 
Ariel
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
 20° 
skye
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
 20° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 19° 
Dianali
I took all the love I gave to you
And used it for myself
 19° 
Dev
You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"
i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:
 18° 
Jason

She wanted me to pet her lies like they were pretty little kittens.

Instead, I drowned their piteous mews in truth.

 18° 
cloh
I am happy that time flies
Cause then I can think of time as the bird
I watch from my balcony
Stopping by here and there
To say hello
Then taking flight
To remind me he doesn't belong to me
I know we can be friends
When I hear him chirp as I sit inside
As if he's telling me to come sit with him
But he is not a tangible creature
And would take flight once again
If I ever tried to reach for him
 18° 
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
 18° 
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.
 17° 
UnknownAuthors
We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in
 17° 
A M
i can see our future
quite vividly

it's lovely,
let me tell you

i've never been able to do this before
 16° 
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
 16° 
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.
 15° 
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
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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
 15° 
Empire
Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
 15° 
Lemon
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
 14° 
MJL
You're too much
I can't take it
Wait that's me
Never mind
Heh. It's a journey. Hopefully, we learn to live with what we've been given. :)
 14° 
Nat
Nothing invokes fear
Quite like footsteps approaching
And footsteps passing
 13° 
Mar Orellana
I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.
May 2017.
I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
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