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 246° 
Barbara
Harsh words rot in my throat.

Whether I pronounce them or not
I know
that a bad wind will sooner or later bring them
as a bitter gift to your bed of hate.
 188° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 180° 
cmp
fated i am era of insomnia wake
destined i am awake though i rest
much like all fallen slept away demise
doc-dream-am-i
 180° 
Alfred de Musset
Dans Venise la rouge,
Pas un bateau qui bouge ;
Pas un pêcheur dans l'eau,
Pas un falot.

Seul, assis à la grève,
Le grand lion soulève,
Sur l'horizon serein,
Son pied d'airain.

Autour de lui, par groupes,
Navires et chaloupes,
Pareils à des hérons
Couchés en ronds,

Dorment sur l'eau qui fume,
Et croisent dans la brume,
En légers tourbillons,
Leurs pavillons.

La lune qui s'efface
Couvre son front qui passe
D'un nuage étoilé
Demi-voilé.

Ainsi, la dame abbesse
De Sainte-Croix rabaisse
Sa cape aux larges plis
Sur son surplis.

Et les palais antiques,
Et les graves portiques,
Et les blancs escaliers.
Des chevaliers,

Et les ponts, et les rues,
Et les mornes statues,
Et le golfe mouvant
Qui tremble au vent,

Tout se tait, fors les gardes
Aux longues hallebardes,
Qui veillent aux créneaux
Des arsenaux.

- Ah ! maintenant plus d'une
Attend, au clair de lune,
Quelque jeune muguet,
L'oreille au guet.

Pour le bal qu'on prépare,
Plus d'une qui se pare,
Met devant son miroir
Le masque noir.

Sur sa couche embaumée,
La Vanina pâmée
Presse encor son amant,
En s'endormant ;

Et Narcisa, la folle,
Au fond de sa gondole,
S'oublie en un festin
Jusqu'au matin.

Et qui, dans l'Italie,
N'a son grain de folie ?
Qui ne garde aux amours
Ses plus beaux jours ?

Laissons la vieille horloge,
Au palais du vieux doge,
Lui compter de ses nuits
Les longs ennuis.

Comptons plutôt, ma belle,
Sur ta bouche rebelle
Tant de baisers donnés...
Ou pardonnés.

Comptons plutôt tes charmes,
Comptons les douces larmes,
Qu'à nos yeux a coûté
La volupté !
 174° 
ʜAᴋAɱ
As I fallen asleep,
In deep slumber
My soul walks wonders
As I wander aimlessly,
I fell upon deep sea.

Plain white wall full of surprise!
Makes me scared to feel left lone in a white lands.
As I walk to escape from reality Step by step,
Made me feel bleed flowers with sharp leaves.
If only there a day you're in this land..
I don't mind to stay forever in this darkness night.
I had long for you my one and only.
 156° 
nivek
One may travel with wonder
through a wonderland
whereas another's mind
may be full of cynicism.
 151° 
Felix Hackberry
So sings American Robin,

Seeks no time or place,

The idea, of great voice,

Well nothing truly, remains forever
 140° 
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)
 136° 
Aishu
Everyday
Has a story
To be narrated

Today,
Might be
Pleasant

Tomorrow,
Might be a
Lesson

Reflect and produce your best in the everyday action
Re-evaluate your narration
Make it a tradition
Make it a habit
 133° 
Monotone
Sometimes I become unfathomably numb.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with sadness.
Sometimes my heart can’t take more pain.
Sometimes I can’t paint a smile on my face.
Sometimes I want to take a knife to my skin.
And, sometimes I want to take a bullet to my brain.
 127° 
Aishwarya Kulkarni
Clumsy knees,
Wrinkled eyes
& rough palms.
Beauty is everywhere,
See what is behind the dark
& for this you need to look from within.
Make your heart fair,
Also, your thoughts clear
& this would be a clean place.
Winsome mind,
Complimentary lips
& a kind soul.
- Aishwarya Kulkarni
 101° 
Alexandra Hallman
and here i am
grieving the loss of you
and there you are
already moved on with someone new
 98° 
Mr Quiet
Life is an artwork; it is not obligated to give you a meaning or purpose. So what do we do about it? Give it interpretations.

Alot of us don't realize the privilege that we have of not having an objective purpose, we are not eternally bound to do one thing because that would be a curse rather than a gift. Life gave us a chance, and that chance is to give a meaning to life itself. So what is the point of living? The answer can be as ambiguous as the amount of stars in the universe.

Do not cage yourself into one meaning, instead, explore the vastness of meanings that each living creature interpretates from the greatest artwork of all time: life.
Hello, everyone. This will be the last poem/letter that I will upload in this blog. It has been a long time since I've last wrote here and my life has definitely changed tremendously. Thank you, everyone. And if you're interested in what I'm doing lately, all my platforms are in the link in my bio, I now make my own music. Stay safe and keep improving.

Farewell,
Mr. Quiet (Dave Sison)
 92° 
Michael
In the end it is known,
we are one with our bones.
What we have is right here.
It is now.  It is real.
In seven days this all was made.
In less than one our temples' laid.
It doesn't matter how we feel.
I'm afraid.
 91° 
Sharon Gona
I long to be the person who says I LOVE YOU
and mean it
 90° 
Opal Wood
My dearest friend
I will always love you
But I must admit
I am not the same
When I was younger
I was happier
As we're older
I grow colder
My sadness turns to darkness
Please don't be hurt
If I go tonight
Just remember that
I love you Rebecca
Like a sister
I'll be better off
You will never
Need to worry anymore
I'll be peaceful
Never tearful again
 89° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 67° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 59° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 59° 
Amanda Kay Burke
Do not fall in love
Go before you break in two
I don't deserve you
You are too good for me
 55° 
Dreamypretty
I am grateful to see your light
in the waves as it reflects.
Reminding me that all of us
The entire Universe
has the same light inside us
and
all we need to do is to embrace it
and embrace each other.
Sunset beach thoughts
 49° 
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
 47° 
Eshwara Prasad
Un-moored time.
Infinity born and
disappeared.
Time in hot pursuit.
Eternity beacons both.
 46° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 45° 
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.
 40° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
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.
She said,
Take care.
How shall I make her understand,
I have to take her care.
 32° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 28° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
 28° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 25° 
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
 25° 
Michael Perry
SEA TIDES- a Haiku

as the sea tides change
the mind will set course, carried  
feel the ebb and flow

by Michael Perry
 25° 
Chris
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Enjoy
i.
someday
i will look at the stars
and be grateful
that you gave me
the space
to love them alone.
 23° 
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
 22° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 22° 
Victoria
Its called falling in love, like an accident
As if something unplanned, that you cant understand
But I didn't fall in love with you, I never did
Because we walked into love, hand in hand
 22° 
Lemon
Fell asleep, sometime this afternoon,
Had a dream that brought back, many memories,
And made me feel warm inside.

Dreams of you in my bed,
Telling me words that were never said,
I hope you will tell me them soon.

Memories of the library,
Sharing my music with you,
Close to you, I felt so warm inside.

I never got to tell you,
Because I was conflicted inside,
But you made me feel happy, for once in my life.

A unreachable dream,
I had about you,
If only I had told you, that I wanted you.
 21° 
Idris Muntaqim
"The Glow" is a song that's performed by the late singer, Willie Hutch, which is a fact;
"The Glow" is from The Last Dragon soundtrack.

The Last Dragon is a 1985 martial arts movie;
"The Glow" is an awesome song and always will be.

Whenever I practice my jeet kune do techniques, I listen to "The Glow" on YouTube, which is true;
Listening to "The Glow" on YouTube is what anyone can do.

I listen to "The Glow" on YouTube everyday;
It's also an excellent song and that's all I have to say.
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 20° 
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
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