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She held my hand
and dried my sweeting brow
"I never asked her"

She comforted me when I was alone
and fed me when I was hungry
"I never asked her"

She washed me when I was unclean
and covered me in warm sheets
"I never asked her"

She blew me a kiss when she left
and said I'll see you tomorrow
"I never thanked her"
Nurses, all in a days work.
 443° 
Sarah Delaney
When I was younger the quiet scared me,
Demons running wild in my head constantly.
I’m older now and they cannot ruin me like they once did.
My past demons can no longer touch me,
For I am enough in his eyes.
 352° 
dr Jade
It is both a blessing and a curse
That I am able to breathe under the same sky as you
So near, yet so achingly far away
You are the star that shines brightly in my dark night
If I could catch my tears on that star
If I can make a wish on that falling star
That it may land right in front of me
That I may bask in your warmth and light
With no fear of being burned or blinded
But to simply melt in your love.
 326° 
Heather
the castle
dries slowly
in the summer
heat, crumbles in
the breeze,  I’m the
empty bucket tipped
to it’s side in the sand
 250° 
Regan Wylde
Once windows, now bars.
Once doors, now gates.
Once media, now guards.

Once happy, now confused.
Once loved, now alone.
Once free, now trapped.

A prisoner in my own home.
Isolation Poem
 249° 
Lily Thebault
I miss the pitter patter
the wake ups
the chit chat
moments of waiting for coffee.
I miss the dread of knowing
this was it
but I was still
I was still in it.
The game I would
make of it
in my head.

The current state of things
just feels
all too familiar.
Thank god for the
music though.
The music brings me
back to
excitement
memories
and life.
Bye E
 245° 
Jordan Collins
I am not the mad one
Don’t give me a gun
Just let me be
I’ll be happy
 187° 
adam olofantur
i got a lust for life
letting all things go
on repeat is beloved sky
i watch the clouds in the sky
deleting in a row
sky - sky ferreira (singer)
 162° 
Emmett
Feel my dust
slipping through my hands

Feel my dust
falling on the floor

Feel my dust
reaching for your heart

Feel my dust
being pushed away

Feel my dust
Feel my dust
It's almost gone

My time is almost gone
You left my heart there's no return
All the lines have all been drawn
Yet there's all the fire you can't unburn
Whispers of change
Blowing in again
The sun lights the way
Brothers Sisters love to all of them
The children want to play have their moment in the sun
Warmth encircle
each and
every
one
 157° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 154° 
Kanya Puspokusumo
It was December.
Snowing in there.
The coldest winter I've ever experienced
But my heart was extremely warm,
with every kiss you made on my soul.

I remember every word
you whispered in my ear.
I remember every caress
and how you cherished my life.
I remember everything you did
to throw me to the utmost happiness.

It was December.
Snowing in there.
The coldest winter I've ever had.
But all memories about you warmed my heart,
and made me love you
and miss you more than ever.

Icheon, South Korea

Kanya Puspokusumo
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com
 153° 
Victoria
there's defiance in youth,
but the world is too heavy to carry.
with exhaustion, binding your wrists,
disappointment, pinning you down;
that unmovable weight on your chest,
it only becomes harder the further you go.
the more you see, the less you believe.
faith is the most fragile currency of all,
and if you stay around long enough,
you can witness the untimely death
of every forgotten truth.
but even if our fight is over,
and all of our wars have been lost,
there's still hope for tomorrow,
there's still defiance in youth.
 148° 
pistachio
Fleeting episodes
Comet's marigold brilliance
The night of firefly
Teal ocean waves' graceful sways
Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers

The first encounter
Evening rooftop hugs and talks
The late-night dances
Fleeting but never dying
Film tapes caged within my heart
Beautiful short sparkles stay for a long time. (A tanka poem)
 146° 
Reappak
Quarantine, a blessing it may be
When the busy ones, admire their baby
And the daughter dresses her father
With the clips and bands, making him fancy
Its a time when all laugh and glee
And observe their family's beauty
Which was wrapped in love and glory
and yet you are unhappy
Thinking its a mess only?
Stay home stay safe😄😄😄
 137° 
David P Carroll
I love you sweetheart
Your gentel touch
My dreams come true
And my heart beats
Loving you​...
True Love
 135° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 122° 
Rupert Pippingford
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.
 119° 
Ashly Kocher
We can now realize
That the little we have
Is actually more than
We have ever needed

It’s about looking at situations with a different perspective
Through the eyes of our world..
 114° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 110° 
Natalie
Lonely
I am so lonely
I push everyone away
But I surely want you to stay
 103° 
BeLoved
I want you in my arms
Close to the beat of my heart
I remember the first time you settled in my arms
You instantly familiarized yourself in my comfort
I can't help but to wonder if we're meant to be
If the length of my arms were made to be filled by you
If the assuring beat in my chest was made to calm you
If the all the pain my life brought only readied me for you
Sometimes I wonder if I were made to be yours
Sometimes I wonder if you were made to be mine.
 96° 
Eliza Snow
Sores screaming in red in blue,
Sing their song with color true,
Ocean spray claim their prize,
Men sing along and fantasize

Oasis’ grow near waters new,
Mirages arise and sanity chew,
Projection of hope like the sirens above,
False facade; disgrace of a one true love
 81° 
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)
 80° 
CAL
i like to sleep
i enjoy my nightly release from this realm
but it's very easy for one thing
to ruin it all
to send into stage 3 or 4 panic
i sit on my floor
next to a stripped bed
and rock slowly
back and forth
instead of sleep
i wish the kid without paranoia
were me
 77° 
FullmoonFlower
Moonlight sparks my heart
but it's not like the fire you start
whenever you
say my name
 72° 
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
Silence

03 April 2020

You crept into the room, as they lay in their beds,
And the room became silent.
 69° 
delilah
i have nothing new to say
i am the same tv static as yesterday
watch me fail to form a single sentence
watch me become a ball of fuzzy feelings
watch me as others look to me annoyed
watch me as others give up and leave me
watch me when no one else will
watch me
even when i stay the same tv static as yesterday
i've already written a poem about feeling like static but this a different play on tv static
 67° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
There's a quiet girl
Living in a noisy world
You might think she's cold
But she just want to be alone

She's always silent,
and always thinking
Her mind is so loud
it always screaming

She wants to be heard
But don't wanna bother anyone
She's just a simple girl
But she's no ordinary  woman

She's always on her own bubble
To prevent anyone to come through
If she feels like she wants to talk
She'll go outside just to be with you.
She's always on her own bubble
To prevent anyone to come through
If she feels like she wants to talk
She'll go outside just to be with you.
 63° 
PS
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
 60° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 56° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 56° 
Ross
And this morning,
I woke up in utter denial
About what had happened.

But when the first rays of sunlight
Ever so subtly tickled my eyelids,
And i never felt your warm embrace,
I knew.

I knew you had moved on
greener pastures.

Tell me one thing:
When?

When was it,
That your affection for me
Became so dry, dusty and arid?
When did you soothe yourself
With purposeful amnesia,
In the case of
Unburdening your heavy conscience
Of our passionate memories?
 53° 
دema
you make me feel beautiful
in three ways;

one - by calling me beautiful,
two - by looking at me with such
loving eyes,
and most importantly,
three - by being with you
 50° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 48° 
Quinn Adaire
I stumble into a crowd
And it parts like Moses’ Red Sea
I’m not any celebrity
They must be afraid
Of someone like me.
 48° 
Styles
The faster she runs away from me,
the closer I get to
finding myself.
 44° 
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 44° 
Carlo C Gomez
You're an afterimage
You shine so bright upon me

You're an inducement
Your eyes draw me forth

You're a vibration
Your voice shivers my spine

You're a compression
Your legs wrap about my will

Here I am now
My fatal sweet
Waiting to be consumed
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