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 8061° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 975° 
Dennis Willis
Unless we can eliminate
all the DNA

As long as there is DNA
Things will always get better

That's what it does
May trash planets

And heaps of itself
Along the way

It will
Find a way out

Of here
and take us

it's poems
along

to recompose

Now
Then
Better
of course

Or have we
not seen it yet

Play
in safety

The Chinese boxes
of reality

Confound me to beauty

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 356° 
Aleena
I experience many things from the world
I see the trees so high
I see the suns light
I see the clouds so fluffy and deep
But i also smell
I smell the dew from the yard
I smell the grass so green
I smell the water and the rain
But I also hear
I hear the birds chirping
I heard the rabbits scurry
I hear myself praising
The lovely world you made
Just for me
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
 172° 
Viola
You are my rock, my solid stone.
You are my shelter, you are my home.
You are my solace, when I am alone.
You are my answer in a world unknown.
No one could ever take your place.
No one but you could ever put this smile upon my face.
Never could you be replaced.
You're being is my pain erased.
Always together, I pledge you forever.
 156° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 144° 
JSL
I don't think you understand how stunning I am as a predator. I sleep on the ocean so cruelly and sharp, it kissed me and left.
T.
 144° 
Poppy15
Comes through my mind.
Blows out my thoughts.
Makes new things here.
Whispers sound into ears.
Gives gentle touch on me.
Not long, flies away as it be.
Can you guess what it is?
 134° 
Stained Glass
I like being alone but I want someone to be alone with, if that makes sense.
 131° 
Maia
I love you
Like the day loves the sun.
Darling I know,
I shouldn’t live
Needing you
When you shine
Unaware of my light,
But I do.
So I flew closer
And as you left me
In this night
I burned for you.
 115° 
Jen
Oh, sweet lasting melody

Come and carry me
Up to heights reaching
Towards sunlight

Here, right now lifting
To heights reaching
Towards a day so full
Of  hope, full of breath
To breathe some life
In the form of songs
Sung out loud
Productive day...now listening to some music  and writing a little.
 109° 
Hadrian Veska
Love alone cannot save
Save alone for the love of God
 105° 
Serendipity
I sail on a boat
in the middle of sea,
sand and waves
calling to me,

skin unburnt
fights washed away,
as I say evening prayers,
to live another day.
 101° 
Anton
подыгрывайте мне
дарите лесть на прошлый день вырождения
фонтаны конфетти
и свое отсутствие

в келье
в звоне поздней электрички мое уединение
здесь я пишу забавные стишочки
на обертке папироски

да, заходите в гости, дорогие гости
рад ожидать вас ради тишины беседы

в беседке
на террасе в пчелиный полдень
дискуссируйте о кедах,
укутав себя в пледы

а я по привычке
послушаю электричку
салага не выдерживает груз
битком набита червяками птичка

припав к гряде напротив дачи
уповать начну от треска литосферы

сестра сия уже металлы исчерпачет
я слышу жуж шмелей и лай белой химеры

в фазенде
луч греет радиус застолья
наручные часы
отведены на треть назад
что очень замечательно

этот стишочек остался незаконченным
 96° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 90° 
Shanna
Ant
Gaze fixed
Small grit
Six equal limbs
Little drone
Vengeful tone
Clone
Hierarchy

Ant
Ant
 85° 
Donall Dempsey
AS ABOVE SO BELOW

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.
 84° 
Sipaas
Whenever I'll
taste, the taste of death,
it won't be
unfamiliar.
Since I've been
fortunate enough
to have tasted your lips
a few times.
 83° 
Luiz
caring about her broken heart
regardless who broke it

shattering your own
in the process

and asking for seconds


© 2019 - Luiz D. Syphre
 82° 
Sara I Raad
We get lost in time
Like it's a bad thing.
But time lost itself
When it found you and I.

Sara I. Raad
 81° 
Ghost of Jupiter
~

you wander

through my mind

leaving smiles

with your footprints

~
 79° 
hannah
Waiting
I swear
There's a clock
In my head
All I can do
Is stare at my face
And wait
I have absolutely no idea what to with all this time.
 69° 
Lemon
Trees
sneeze
while they slowly sway
With the evening
breeze
 67° 
Maddy
so succulent
is love as it leaves your mouth

but how bitter and rancid it may be
when it tries to force its way back in
 61° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 58° 
Ainnoot
2U
I am an addict
in need of saving
you're my heroine
 58° 
anu
I beg you Lord
I want to  be mad !
 57° 
Empire
It’s not that I’m sad
It’s not that I’m angry
It’s not that I’m upset
I don’t mean to not care
I want to, really I do
I just don’t
I can feel myself wanting to care
But falling just short
So, I feel empty
So much of the time
I feel like I’ve flatlined
But no one knows
And I’m supposed to be
The positive one
The cheerful one
So I play my part
Like an actress in a play
And feel nothing
A walking corpse
But they tell me I’m alive
 56° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 55° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 55° 
Mohannie
They say
All good things must come to an end
So why let it end?
Let's dance forever, sing forever, laugh forever
Just be happy

Forever.

If only
 54° 
Andromeda
I love watching
your playlist stir
from songs about me,
to songs about her.
music speaks words
 51° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
 49° 
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.
 46° 
Nettie
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 45° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 45° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 44° 
JeanT
Our love was temporary
you blinded me.
My eyes are open
Now I can see.
The smoke has cleared
I am finally free.


                                           .
blind love
leave me don't love me
 42° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 40° 
Nathalie
You pull me close
and I can feel the
glow of your love
as you lay a tender
note of affection on
my forehead

We are moving into
this moment of total
surrender as we
stop resisting the
draw of this connection

There is wisdom
in divine timing
and sometimes
we are not meant
to comprehend why
such meetings of the
heart happen serendipitously

We can only listen
and trust the
silence and its guidance
which rises us
into higher understanding
and vibration of light


~Nathalie
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