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I can be the moon, sun and stars
I can paint your sky blue, black and white
Then the planets will be dully aligned
with your name written in the stars

I can be your armour; I can be your guard
I can be a god; so I'll give your life
Then I'd make you an angel; so you'll be immortalised
I can reset the rhythm to your weary heart
I can be the consolation to your teary eyes

I can be your heaven; I can be your earth
I can be this; I can be that
But nothing seems enough
To affirm my love

So now, I retire
Coz I'm tired
I'm getting loose
I've got nothing else to proof
Love is like a game;
trying to win someone's heart!
1:44 A.M. After Final exam(English) &Between the sizzling feelings!
 353° 
Cerulean
Inhale
a
Nosefull
of
Air

Exhale
a
Lifetime
of
Hurt,
Pain and
Regret.

Let
Every
Single
B
   R
      E
         A
            T
               H
Float away
into
Nothing.
Hi my fellow human comrades
 285° 
Em
you asked me
if i had done this before
and i replied
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩
 159° 
Harshitha Girish
You've hurt me,
More than immortals do to beings.
I was hurt when I set you free,
But I learnt from my dad that it's good to have feelings.
equinoxes~


sundyed and sundays breaking free
like poetry, my love wrote into my arms
he tattooed it and I caught the cloverleaf
while my love  bled for me like a lily

my stars smile at me
they say i am doing enough
so I scoop him up in my arms
and kiss him once again-
his sparks light me up.

and I burn, I burn so brightly
while my sun sleeps with a blanket of clouds
kissing everything so that my bones will heal-
he taught me to breathe like a human.

and i dye my hair purple and cup my ******* with violets
so that there is nothing in me left to see
embers turns into poetry and my heart whispers his name
because his hands are warm to me.
for myself, I am wam to me, I am keeping me warm even when the days are cold. Sometimes everything becomes so hard, and days like these, we need to know that we have to keep us sane and safe and alive.
 140° 
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!
 134° 
Bee
you remind me of what it felt
to still be free
of fires that crackled
and roared with the breeze

your eyes
like the bright blue
of the lake where i
spent my summer days

and the fresh breath of air
i craved after shutting
myself away
like wounded prey

i’m ready to leave
i plead
will you please have me?
 121° 
Michelle A Hill
You sold your soul
But
To whom

You cant sell what you stole
It belongs not to you

Father is pleased
For they found truth

The details you see
is that exactly

Both found in a place
of Love Leather and Lace

The curtain yet to be flung open

Exit Stage left.............
 91° 
C
You can't contain me
Or tame me.
I'll let you play
And you'll be charmed....
It's too easy.

I might even get attached.

Oxytocin, dopamine
Flushing through our bloodstreams,
But eventually
I'll break free
'Cause I want to be
All of me,
Not a watered-down
Accessory
For you to feed off
My energy. No,
Yours I will never be.

I am an ocean,
Not a calm see
With boundless possibilities
And strength below
That you can't see...
Changing,
Always changing.
Fluid;
Moved by the moon,
Stirred by the weather,
Out of your control
And free of your tether.
 87° 
Yaroslav
Despite the draining storm inside
Despite the frozen fear
I still remember heating light
Remember how it feels
Despite the breaking miles apart
Despite the lonely days
I still remember smiling face
Remember sacred place
 86° 
Benjamin
You are my freedom
But
I miss my *******
And that is my sin
 80° 
Maria Etre
I can't seem to master
the art of living
when all I do
is miss chapters
rewrite them
and proofread them
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 70° 
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 65° 
Khoi-San
Planetary grace
her vast hospitality
humble by default
 61° 
Bhavani Gopi
The nascence of your  happinesses
Essence  in your tone ..
Is a pinch of euphoria.
lits up me like a drug...
Possess in an obscure ambiance..
Real reel in a memory flim..
Dose of drug to doze off ....
 60° 
Carol Rose
Love
Completely full
No half or partial
God is Love
Perfectly
The world has a copy of everything heavenly
Only it’s not reality
We live in an illusion
Spiritual is the manifestation
To Love purely takes no concentration
It just is
No need to be loved back or be sad if unloved by others
Jesus completed it
He gave us the Power to be all that He is
Always pouring out the wine
Even if it gets spit in our face
Love always Divine
Doesn’t flinch
It’s immovable
Ineffable
An everlasting clinch
An open hand so reliable
Lift up your eyes for a glimpse
The Light of the world
Gave us this gift
Love unconditionally like the pearl
Within the deepest
Darkest part of our soul
God’s Love exists
Mysteries unfold
Attainable in Jesus
Reach for the gold
*
tinhearts~©️

🐑 “Ye that fear the Lord, love him, and your hearts shall be enlightened”
 54° 
Jeanette
I.
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

II.
Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

III.
The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.  

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protect my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

IV.
Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
 37° 
pen name
soon she would cross paths
with the same dark corners she ran from
dreaming dead and even lonelier
 36° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 35° 
Leo
Loved the way dope moved
Stretched it for his cousin who
Rode bikes out in Lynn for a living

He one two stepped
A couple bundles from a stick
Caught his first finger
Flipped it cuffed a brick

Some boys caught wind
Bucked him right upside the neck
Now his cousin’s in some debt
And he can’t be found
We are all just specs of color
Painting one big canvas
Portraying a much bigger picture
 34° 
Ugo Victor
There a couple of things
I'm torn about
And they hark on my senses
Like, all the time
Even now as I write

I'm allowed to fail
I am
And bad days are normal
They are

These aren't excuses
Not to try to succeed
They are facts
That we constantly have
To contend with

It's the sort of thing I need
Framed,
On my bedroom wall
That to fail is normal
And bad days are allowed
It seems to me
We've entered a world
Where everyone is shaken
Yet not one of us stirred
a poem about the state of the world
What happens to a broken promise?

Does it sting
like a bee?
or creates a wound
and leaves a scar?
Does it die in the heart
or grow as a seed

Maybe it just lives
like a ghost

Or it creates strangers?
This is my remake of  Langston Hughes' a dream deferred. I've been in love with the poem for sometime now. I dedicate this piece to those in search of true and meaningful friendships
 33° 
Juno Balder
How sad a creature I must be
That my joy fled me
When I fled thee
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 30° 
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
 28° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 28° 
Palak Datta
For every boon there's a bane,
For every mad there's a sane.
For every love there's a hate,
For every human there's a mate.
For every word there's a rhyme,
For every emotion there's a mime.
For every ugly there's a beauty,
For every shirker there's a duty.
For every pain there's a pleasure,
For every heart there's an embrasuer.
For every belief there's a myth,
For every innocent there's some filth.
For every sinner there's a saint,
For every thought there's some taint.
For everything there's something.
 28° 
Devon Hattaway
I'm afraid of my future.
I have begun to fade into nothing, I pray for the day my fear has subsided.
I am left divided between the fear of the future and the fear of love.
Every day and night I lose sight of it all. I can no longer stand tall.
I have lost all my strength to will myself to live or in this case survive.
I cannot fulfill my great destiny to thrive in this environment. I'm emotionally broken. I have awoken to the fact that I'll never be fixed.
But whatever happens I will always love you, but will never admit it.

By: Devon A. Hattaway
 28° 
asia
whenever the sun doesnt shine on cloudy days
you give off light the sun doesnt make
you bright up every dark corner,
even my heart lit up whenever you call me beautiful
the touch you give me makes me chill, but you make me warm..
you give the air a fresh smell
walking thru my trail
you made the my flowers bloom in my stomach
and the butterflies fly all around
i continued that trail
and
i look up and see you
shine
so bright
and you smile
so hard
and all i could say
is i love you
that i am in love w you

you are my sunshine
a.l
 27° 
icarus
~

in our words
we are made immortal
across an ocean of stars
through the window of time
the past is but a bridge
we cross in our mind
each night i walk silent
through darkness i tread
between this world
and another;
to find you in my head

~
on golden shores, where the ocean swallows the sun, wait for me my love; for i will return.
 26° 
Sito Fossy Biosa
MALAM yang indah, bulan sabit tiba-tiba hilang dari pandangan.

KLISE; bunyi burung malam dibarengi meong kucing-kucing kecil, bunyinya seperti +-@$"'=,/::!

aku diam, aku tak sanggup gugup atas dua jiwa yang sudah ditelan bersama potongan tuna setengah segar. kutukan penantang tuhan. nging
oklasasadu is a diction that was deliberately created by Sito Fossy Biosa to express his frustration with God, disappointment, against God, and the concept of Godhead. ⊙a concrete poetry project⊙
 25° 
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.
 25° 
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.
 24° 
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 24° 
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.
 23° 
Arek
Goodbye Poetry
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