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 460° 
ymmiJ
improper this table contrived
distraction appears at work
guests eating with knives
cutting with forks
 262° 
Maggie
on some summer days there’s a zephyr effervescent

a sweet summer wind that carries honey in its heart

with the sun’s loving gaze making all incandescent

78 degree days are a study in art
can you like, tell I like love summer lol
 245° 
Mariyam Ridha
My heart is broken
Without you.

Soul is void,
With you.

And I reconcile,
Heal and arise,
Within you.
Such strange kinda love
 115° 
Carlo C Gomez
Earth is in orbit.

I can see it in the window.

From the window of this
Conflict-free
Facility.

A crew of
Four souls

In gravitational symphony.

A crew of
Four colors

Ad rem and
Unsegregated.

The vastness of space
Brought us together.

What's the transmission?

"Why can't the world below
Live like this?"
 98° 
Myrrdin
You built a cemetery for me in your head
Just in case you found a way
To bring back the dead
 93° 
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 but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Beware.
 72° 
zebra
"and she gloried in the fast dark ride"
 70° 
Words' Worth
Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head
 53° 
Lexie
Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm
 47° 
Heather
Him
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
 44° 
Brett
If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
 42° 
SCHEDAR
Set your gaze
upon me
Bowing to the
Queens heart
in the celestial
night sky

I am never far from you
Distance
lies in the
virtue of magnitude
You shine brighter
than I

A deeper primal
communication
A worm hole
Funnels
deep beneath
our
timeless souls
to carry our
love afar
FOREVER
 38° 
Sk Abdul Aziz
The greatest disaster in life is not failure...it's not learning from it.
 37° 
Chris Saitta
Snow is but listening silence,
Sent from our dark past,
Inaudible ghosts made visible
In the butterfly net of cold.
 32° 
Shy
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
 32° 
Sarah Flynn
it is gray outside
of my window,

and it is also
gray in this room.



but outside,
the gray is obvious.

the clouds are
blocking out the sun.



and inside,
the gray is irrelevant
because you shine
so bright that

I am only ever
looking at you.



the world outside
fades away in here.

it is beautiful and
sunny and vibrant.



here, the stress of
the world outside
can't touch me.

I see no sadness
or pain or fear.



I only see you.
I only ever see you.
 32° 
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
 30° 
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
 30° 
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
 29° 
Madeysin
I glued my legs together with black berry jam
The sweetest spread

Smoke billowing from the bonfire
Velvet yellow blanket, fields of marigolds
The villages have an old world charm
Vast greens and farmlands
Thatched roof houses
The cattle in the shed, sounds of rustic trucks
The tractor on the farm
Farmers in uniforms, toil and till their land
Fresh and pure the air to breathe
Happy
Shades of green, in their eyes gleam


🌿🌿
Inspired by the villages and farmlands
 29° 
Jayantee Khare

In the caves,
Some moments frozen as graves...

The summer breeze
Lets them unfreeze

Holding the unison
Unfolding the cavern

The ego knelt
When the warmth is felt
Moments melt
The issue is delt

The time snoozes
The peace oozes....

Remained amiss
The warmth is bliss.....


 28° 
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
 28° 
Livia
My heart is iron
It feels no emotion.
No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it.
Ever.

It wasn't always this way
It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable
Always letting those annoying emotions hurt.
I was nothing more than a baby

But I changed after those words
My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable
And I wouldn't settle for crackable
So then it changed to iron.

My heart is iron
And I am proud
But the iron is only a cover
For a beautiful diamond
A poem slightly about bullying. It is also a true story.
I am dedicating this poem to those who have faced bad things in their life and are still living the best they can without giving up. I am thanking them for still being kind, even without showing emotion.
 28° 
Kiutiemae
If someone throws fire at you, “be water”.
Be clear, smooth, calm, gentle...

Fire will only burst into more flames,
but water...

will find its way through.
Made: | November 20, 2020 |
By: Kiana Mae ♡
Poem #11 “Touch of Water”
 28° 
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
 26° 
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
 25° 
Sarah Flynn
someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”




did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?
Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.
In the End, It will all fit together.
 23° 
a m a n d a
what is it like to be loved?
what is it like to be loved?
what is it like to be loved?
 23° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 23° 
Chloe
You were sent from hell
But became my heaven
 22° 
nuggz
my mind is waging wars with me
i’ve lost track of how many years
my brain attacks every little insecurity of mine
creating new ones i never knew i had
i’ve lost this battle three times now
every little fiber in me is fighting
but now my brain is getting close to my heart
it’s slowly cracking into little pieces
one by one i’m scared there will be nothing left
and all these years will have meant nothing
 22° 
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.
 22° 
Hoss
Two certainties of life:

You never stop learning,
And you never stop hurting.
 21° 
James Cavet
The part of me that obeys
only wants to rule.
Not sit in the high tower
but be involved, interested,
sinking.

To dig up this mountain
for gold would be fruitless.
Wait till the mountain
is older, higher, colder.
Wait for me.
We'll make the music
of the spheres;
not rich at all.

The part of me singing
in time, only wants a chorus
to fall from a cloud.
To crawl above ground is
too good; nothing would
be left to take.

Take me there,
in the back of a car.
Take me as a person
of interest and ask
me to give you a piece
of my heart in this black room.

I won't wake up at all;
I want to sleep through
interrogation,
be dead to torture
but life finds a way.
 21° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 20° 
Ana Ona
All I could do was yawn
As I couldn't wait for the tears
 20° 
teatears
He cried like rain
And screamed like thunder

And I

I was a quiet river deafened by his storms
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