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 318° 
Shwetha sb
Girls would remember, every special days meant for them and all gifts they receive..


and Boys would remember ,every special moments they share with their ones and the gifts they give....
 224° 
SCHEDAR
With,

nothing left

to give

I went crawling back

for more
risk can bring you to your knees
 122° 
Quarks
Why is your head filled with doubt?
It's like having ash in your mouth
Stop comparing yourself to the society
It don't help anyone, just causes anxiety
No need to follow others, make your own way
You only got yourself, at the end of the day
Live a little, cross some lines
It's alright if you fail sometimes.
Don't worry if you're feeling strange
Flush all the doubts down the drain
Only you can do what you do
You just keep being the true you.
 119° 
Andrew Rueter
I’m afraid of heights
not because I fear falling
but because I fear jumping.
 105° 
William J Donovan
We've loved in planes
  that spin out and dive
  loves crash and burn
  yet we still survive.
  I crash into your arms
  and hate I'm so weak.
  People cheer me but
  never what I seek.
 86° 
Aishu
I need my time and space
I need a dose of Inspiration
I need the love of the sky
I need to be me
I need to be my true self
To rise above and fly
 74° 
ARAYNA
My perfection would never be able to write these poems the way my flaws do

We have lost so much in order win over perfection when it doesn't even exist
People write about perfection just because it's to hard to face what's really in front of them.
Perfection doesn't exist. Don't go astray in order to achieve it
 66° 
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)
 44° 
Aslam M
Wanted to do Everything …..
Ended up doing Nothing…..
 41° 
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.
 38° 
Nathan Wilcox
describes fall from grace in Eden
how children are pained, screaming
she says I have
"no connection with human beings"
what a pile of steaming
Helping these snakers steal me
*******-hungry females
free meals
dead males
she-*****
"God has no power here"
It’s the real you
It’s always there
With you
Before you were you
It knows you better than yourself
It sees the world for what it is
It sees beyond
It feels everything
It’s connected to all there is
It can guide you
It knows your true destiny
It talks to you all the time
You only have to listen
 30° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
here i am,
nearly a year and a half later,
and I still experience the feeling of
heartbreak
almost every day because of you.
so, thanks for that, i guess.
 28° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 24° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Is the beautiful melodies of emotions that seep into one's  soul.
13/6/2021
 24° 
Iris
you don’t always have to tell the story
for it to end
 23° 
shanika yrs
Cloudburst cries, mizzle witness the downcast heart
drizzle may bring us the blessings
Amore! walk to me in the rain

Warm up the bed - sweat out the sheets
dance and war may content the god
l'amour touch me in the rain

Walk to me in the rain - touch me in the rain
dance in the rain, darling, make love in the rain

Cloudburst cries but mizzle and drizzle will bless
Love walk down to me with the pouring rain
© shanikayrs
 22° 
Adrie
I dream of you
While I am living
My real life...
While I speak..
While I eat...
While I dance...

Strange how
I  can live in two places
At the same time...

What are you dreaming of, A?
Are you dreaming?
Or just living?
 22° 
Ay
It's sad
Isn't it
How someone could be the cause of your pain
And still be so clueless about it.
 22° 
Crystal Goddess
The only thing keeping me alive right now is knowing that everyone around me will be broken... and I love them so much I dont ever want them to feel like I do.
 21° 
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 21° 
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° 
Eloisa
And she adorned her evenings
with roses and rhymes,
words and thorns.
A night even with her sacred vessels,
she still got lost in a storm
 20° 
Ashly Kocher
Beauty lies within nature of mother earth around us, we just have to look deep within the chaos of life that surrounds our hearts and look for the hidden mysteries that are out there…
 19° 
Zero
You are not
On my side now.
Listening to the song
You sang me every night
Even when you aren't.

And I can't say
I am Alive
As you are not my side.

I wait till the dark
Overtakes the time.
Thinking you are on your way
Humming this song,
I lay
On your bed side,
Staring at this moonlight.
Smiling a bit and,
Walk on your way.

So will you come,
When you can't.
And will you stay,
When you could.

I am running,
To defeat your light.
To forever be,
On your side.

So Darlin Run and,
I am waiting for the sun.
Laying on your bed,
To find you when I turn.
 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.
 18° 
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
 18° 
Zack Ripley
Have you ever watched someone
look at themselves in the mirror?
It's heartbreaking.
They never see what you see.
But that's why it's important for you to be there.
To make them feel beautiful.
Like someone cares.
 18° 
-df
you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.
written by d.f.
instagram.com/daymarepoetry
 17° 
Jason Drury
If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
 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° 
Ces
Magic oftentimes
Come from the sickest minds

And poetry

Born from the aches
Of loneliness

Write...

And make some lemonades
Out of the aridity
Of this life.
 16° 
jeffrey conyers
For the moment I am here?
I am gonna love you.
My love won't disappear.

For the moment I am alive.
You will stay the center of my eyes and mind.
It has been one wonderful ride.

And when I'm not around?
All the things I've done will be.
You have brought wonderful joy to me.
 16° 
bk
Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.
 16° 
Maria
What have we become, as the years have drawn on
At the hands of ourselves and our fate
Unmoving in the pillars we rested our lives upon
What have we become

Convincing ourselves we were but a moment too late
Biding time ‘till we could fly on the wings of a swan
As our minds rotted at an ever-quickening rate

Dismissing our stumble as an unlikely phenomenon
Our thundering heartbeats left to reverberate
The mirage of our advance now shattered and gone
What have we become
I tried to write something with a more defined structure, let me know if you have any suggestions. It's been a strange week with some mixed news, so I feel like I'm starting over again. I hope this poem got that message across, I hate it when structure comes at the expense of the meaning. Anyhow, hope everyone is doing well :)
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