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 1661° 
Liana
A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.

(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)
 726° 
Traveler
Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke
Swirling boundless
To and fro

Out of the fire
A non-corporeal host

Stinging eyes
Burning nose
Cough me out
Or start to choke

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke

Another cloud
Another soul
Into thin air
Watch me flow

Out the window
And down the road!

Surely I was
A wisp of smoke...
Traveler 🧳 Tim
My avatar wrote this..

PS all those things this writing made you think were intentionally design by a wisp of smoke..
 505° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
bury me alive, and let's just pretend it wasn't suicide
oh, you don't like me, well so do I — there's this ugly version
of myself that I can't deny, so to every girl I date, I always
pray you'll find a better guy

still, I fell in love with the rhythm of your eyes,
cos you always seem to view me as a better guy. to my
surprise, you give me reason to stay alive

but I always tell you not to read too deeply
on some of the things I say. darling I'm only human —
sometimes I make spelling errors, still was it a spell that
you fell in love with me?

      your purpose is love,
                 and I'll protect it with my life.

 412° 
Hex
Flames devour wood,
Like anger’s fire scorches bonds.
Once strong and good,
Now broken, left near still ponds.
 256° 
ophelia
But I'm a fish,
Swimming in life's stream,
Chasing fleeting dreams, it seems,
Free in the currents' flow.

Fragile, full of emotions, yet voiceless—
Silent waters stir,
Delicate fins brush unseen worlds,
Unspoken feelings drift quietly.
ugh its so hard being a pisces
 226° 
Roseleigh
There is comfort in your transparency
A willingness to be flexible
Some find your touch uncanny
Yet even your teeth are gentle
While a cat may have nine lives
You only get one season
To inspire appreciation of the present
And I will always remember you for it
 201° 
Polaris Miedema
I need to think of myself as a soldier. In this war zone called earth. It gives me strength. To conquer these battles… 🔥🪖💥🔥 Only in death I may find piece. Mayday 👊🏻⭐️🫡🩸
13-01-25
 194° 
Nat Lipstadt
1:12:25 9:20am nyc

Exactly, how far is it to you?
this is more than mere question,
or a rhetorical poem title discard,
consider it an interrogatory of
the first order, a debate raging
with every word successfully
affixed from brain to fingertips,
from my breathing to your heart,
how far is it exactly, pray tell me,
how these cords of words find you,
are your lips bending up in a smile,
need me a weather report, air quality,
wind gusts vitals vital to yo! estimate
how fast & conditions they’ll require survive/arrive in your eyesight well
and be friended


feed me the data, Heart Rate, Blood Pressure,
SpO2, so I’ll know what condition your
condition is in, adjust my words accordingly,
send to this distance back to me awaiting,
the necessary facts & figures to provide the finger stroke directional, do you need whispers or emboldened bold face to arouse the a spirit flagging, a shoulder shaking, a dozen red lipped chords of
kisses and sweet everthings, that do not
dissolve, dissipate or disappear instantly,
but can be stored in a Ziploc bag, refrigerated,
ready for gorging and disgorging, repeatedly,
as needed, synchronized slow or hard, fast
or soft, wet or dry. sweet or salty, savory
or a blended mixture, an adjustable concoction depending
on distance, time of day,
tell me,
the stuff that you accept
with open willingness,
or just begrudgingly

all adjustable
all shaped to
your individuality
elastic flexible
but the schedule
filling up fast
so we can mutual
squeeze into each others
empire of empty

so,
Exactly, how far is it to you,
to where you are being
?
Exactly, how far is it to you nml lipstadt
The wind, a sly lover, lifting my silken dress,
I sway with abandon, revealing soft tenderness,
Wind, with lips so eager, tracing each subtle finesse,
With each rising current, my heated blush will express,
I surrender to breezes that stir my wild restlessness.
 192° 
Sarthak Gupta
It spoke, it spoke until the mouth dried,
But the words were ignored, the thoughts denied.
Next time when the turn came,
Dull eyes and silent cry, that's all remained.
 177° 
Dr Sattva Noblitt
My love for everything is so dense I can barely breathe.
I don't know where I end and love begins.

Struck with awe for the infinite, thank you for standing at the edge of the void with me. Knowing that every sacred act requires a witness, I'm blindly stepping forward.

Falling I don’t know if I’m feeling what I feel…
or what you have had to carry so long from the weight of knowing your own heart.

Stay where you are and I will witness what you had to carry alone in secret knowing…

or jump with me and see what happens.
If I chose to search for joy
I'd find nothing
And I don't believe
In happy endings
I'll keep trusting
There is no fun found
Anywhere on the planet
I'd be lying if I said that
You can find happiness
On Earth
I have taken quite the liking to reverse poems.
 157° 
Grey mirror
Perhaps another chapter completed,
Abruptly you must say, you didn't see it coming.
It was fun and folly with a hint of healing.
At first the story was not appealing,
Then finding oneself reading
in elaborate details, basking in such entertainment,
Occasionally arguing on its illogical stance.
Out of the blue, the story threw in scientific facts and unsolicited advice,
Followed by apologies for the untamed lingua.
Somehow the familiarity lingered,
Seeking tranquility in every chapter.
 153° 
Nick Giampietro
life is for living while I have life
it got harder when I retired
I needed to be careful where my money goes
because I have no more cash flow

spent all my money living the life I like
I thought money would last till the day I died
money ran out and I didn't die
but sure as hell I wasn not alive
like most of my posts, they are songs that I have written. This one is just 2 of the verses.
 150° 
anthony
mother in the sky
turned her back and laughed at us
“******* richmond”
richmond water crisis 2025
 150° 
Carla Marie
You can count on

Babies to cry… and
Cars to break down

You can count on
Teenagers to lose their minds

You can count on
Children’s kisses to fill your heart… and
Flowers and trees to bud in springtime

You can count on
Traffic to be worse
When you are late for work… and

The Moon to glow… and
The Sun to shine

You can count on
Fish on Fridays… and

Fourth of July Bar-b-que...
Black-eyed peas on New Years Eve... and

Me
Always
Loving
you
 119° 
dead poet
death is humble;
death does not discriminate;
death is everything,
but life.
 114° 
Dhruv
The fall that leaves the traces of cold
Footsteps with chilling fog
bruised hand with warmth of blaze
That gives the hope in unspoken eyes
The hand which was frozen with twist of fate,
softens with the half century wood
An ember that tells the story of survival
 112° 
s anne
shh
It’s piling, flake by flake, covering, trapping me inside.
The last spark from a street light plummets. It’s dark.
The window is covered. I’m covered.
What is this? Where am I? Forever gone?
The heat goes out. Seats get cold. Silence.
Utter silence.
the rains have ended
night whispers its cooler words
you are my blanket
 84° 
Immortality
How can I
love someone new,
when you kiss
my soul
so true?
For the blurred-faced man, who comes in my dream-

Are you real, or am I lost in the feel?
 83° 
Fisher
if i was a boulder with moss for hair,
i'd find a stream and settle there.
watching bugs and fish go by,
i think i'd like this rocky life.

the sun will brush my hair just right,
and birds will rest their wings from flight.
and underneath my stony feet,
rabbits will burrow, and love, and sleep.

and when a hawk shades ground below,
the mice will scurry and hide and know
that i am a boulder
with moss that grows.
the urge to exist and do nothing else smh
 75° 
Maria Etre
Maybe my heart
was born too small
for the love
it carries...

That's why it
shares it
just to
give itself
breathing
space
 74° 
diamond star
Why does this torment return once more,
A love unreturned, a wound I bore?
I fall once more into your jade-green eyes,
Twin gleaming worlds where my spirit flies.

They shimmer like dew in the dawn’s embrace,
A haunting glow, a celestial grace.
It pins me down with relentless chain,
A guard let down brings back the pain.

My mind, so swift to weave its snare,
Fills the void with love’s despair.
Caught in a cycle, I cannot depart,
Unrequited, it breaks the heart.
 69° 
Caesar
I find comfort In the dark
Like the night
The silence
And the villains that used to play on my tv screen
They were brave
Though called cruel
They spoke their
heart
Misunderstood from the start
In the world so bleak
And without a clean slate to start from
They were hopeless from the start
A horrible upstart
Close to my own
I hold villians close to my heart
Shielding them from the hero
Which is all to bland
And to be blunt
There always painted too brightly
Bold colors
Bright and popping
Showing they are brighter
Better than crime the villain
Dark and shy
Most the time unable to fly
Why do wee pain them in such colors
We’re all to simple minded
To believe in a world of crime
Color could truly describe
Lot of topic on this one
 67° 
K E Cummins
This is such a small life,
Battling no demons but our own.
And yet, I see an adventure here,
An adventure, dear,
And I think you might be worth the risk.
we're going on an adventure!
 66° 
betterdays
Koala In tree
Sonorously sleeping now
Tonight theyparty
At the moment we ha have small group of koalas  in the tall trees across the road' during the days ***** of chewing or sleeping fluff...at night there is ***..loud expressive ***.. but hey the babies they make are  just too cute too cate
 63° 
Kabiru
Sweet face
Mellow voice
Irresistible person
Lovely human
Everything I need
 62° 
Airi Lightmoon
A plastic bag for the two of us.
Natural medicine to share.
Take a little bit, and it'll send you there.
Where? I'm not sure I can only depict what I saw.

A woman, beautiful and strong. Her eyes closed as if she was asleep. Green in color, she pulsed her image into me.

Was she telling me that she was a part of me?
Circles surrounded her, characters I've never seen in between.

What does it truly mean?
Is she one who created me? Claimed me?
I can't say.

And I look for her, still, to this day
Who was she? My first thought was that she was Mayan. I don't know why, but during my trip, I was so sure, yet I still can't find her
 58° 
Nobody
i'm breathing fast
i'm seeing the past
things i don't want to remember
hit me like a blast

anxiety rising
breath denying
i'm hearing their words
i feel like i'm dying

their words hit me like a stab
i crunch like a crab
that they stepped on
i feel a jab

words bleed out of my chest
as i remember what i don't want to
i'm not ready
wait... just let me

try
to
forget
 56° 
Xio
Don't look back at the past, it may have been the best years of your life, but you can make the future better.
 56° 
Gabriel Yale
There’s no point in searching for it,
we’ll find it one day, understood.
We must understand ourselves,
so that we can be who we are.
This poem reflects the idea that the truth cannot be forced or actively searched for, it will be found when the time is right and when we truly understand ourselves. It emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and being true to who we are, suggesting that the truth is inherently tied to personal growth and understanding.
 54° 
Sally A Bayan
East...and west, are we?
north, and south?.....maybe...
we were nurtured with love,
our eyes and our minds opened
to different isms that helped shape our
values...we were brought up, bearing our
folks' customs, traditions. principles...
we have different faiths...some practice...some
don't...some, don't even subscribe, yet, survive.

we have dry and monsoon season...in
other parts, pleasant weather, cold winds,
and in some parts, snow.....turning to ice

we are  a mix of white skin, seeking for a tan,
and brown-skin, hiding from the sun;
one's night, is the other's day,
there are surfers among us, playing with the waves,
there at the cusp...gambling...daring fate...
there are those who hide from silent freezing winters,
finding warmth and comfort in long hot summers...

countless points of comparison,  
yet, we've something beautiful in common,
a connection of feelings, of words...our poetry,
flowing like blood, through our veins...endlessly
feeding, fueling our hearts and minds, with classy,
themes....sometimes bold, mushy, or....sassy...
no set skeds...we do it even through adversity...

we write......

we tell about our escape from life's banalities,
mindscapes, landscapes immersed in frivolities

yet, we await the marvels of each  morning we wake,
remembering gratitude, in every breath we take...

years have passed us by,
still, plays this soft music that mollifies
and inspires......heard only by you and i
prodding us, through hours, of day or night

while you exist in your own part of the world,
as i, in my hot, humid cosmos, long for cold.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May, 19, 2019
(a love poem, edited...for all Hello Poetry writers)
(a repost from May 2019)
 52° 
Morning Star
I look for warmth as I am here to be loved and gently lit
I am a sweet and gentle soul
Yet strong enough to lift
A little more of wisdom
and a little less of fear
I search for company of wolves at night
In daylight I am fair
I can be free and creative
I can be an angel at times
I also can be the unpredictable
And release my inner thor
 49° 
The Haunting
I wish a small heart,
could have lunged,
but the air is tight
and what's ripped apart,
I can't communicate
the only red of tarts
is ex-communion
and my guts do burn
a tasty steak demonian
 49° 
Stephen E Yocum
LA burns, smoke blackens sky,
people flee and abandon cars,
90 and 100 mile an hour winds
feed and fan the flames, people
losing everything, even being
rich, or famous cannot save their
big homes and life's possessions.
Someplace in that expanding,
raging inferno my son, an Oregon
Fire Chief leads 300 Firefighters
and their 75 engines and water tenders
over 900 miles south into the fire storm.
Along with firefighters from other
states. Mutual support needed & rendered.

One of my son's firemen is his own son,
and my 21year old rookie grandson
with a little over one year on the job.
His seasoned father has fought many
battles with all kinds of fires, he set to
retire in May after 30 years on the job.
He has seen it all, with never a scratch
or a "singe", but my grandson has never
experienced anything of this magnitude,
being one of a 4-man truck crew battling
side by side in the belly of a raging beast.

All these 30 years I worried for my son's
safety, now it starts anew, for our boy
barely a man that walks in his father's shoes.

I will not sleep well until they are all
home safely. I grieve for the victims
of this awful tragedy.
When others run away from fires,
or danger these rare breeds run
towards them, firefighters and
police unselfish public servants.
And we would all be in deep
Doodoo without them.
 47° 
Dianali
I know my parents’ reason of concern.
What could they have done?
What could they have said?
It’s no one fault,
There’s no one to blame.
Nostalgia was their daughter’s best friend.
 44° 
Emma Burney
In moments dear, our spirits soar,
With faith so strong, we seek no more.
The light of Christ, our guiding star,
Our struggle’s thief, we travel far.

We remember His abundant grace,
Through every joy, in every face.
His love is boundless, pure delight,
It casts away the slightest blight.

But in the lows, where crags run deep,
Hearts may falter; eyes may weep.
Despair and sorrow cloud our way,
And the light within us goes astray.

We question faith and feel alone,
In silent prayers, our feelings known.
In spite of this, His love remains,
Through the cross, he bore all pains.

Through highs and lows, our faith is tried,
In every tear, in every stride.
With the light of God, we find our way,
His grace secures us, come what may.

In Christ, we find our hope anew,
His love alight, guides us through.
In every trial, we grow in grace,
Until we meet Him face to face.
We all have those moments of highs and lows.
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