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Early morning moon
In early morning sky
Golden blush
to welcome the sun
Welcome the day
Say goodbye
to enchanted night.


Shell✨🐚
 130° 
Félix Arvers
I


Que ces vallons déserts, que ces vastes prairies

Où j'allais promener mes tristes rêveries,

Que ces rivages frais, que ces bois, que ces champs,

Que tout prenne une voix et retrouve des chants

Et porte jusqu'au sein de Ta Toute Puissance

Un hymne de bonheur et de reconnaissance !

Celle, qui dans un chaste et pur embrassement,

A reçu mon amour et mon premier serment,

Celle à qui j'ai juré de consacrer ma vie

Par d'injustes parents m'avait été ravie ;

Ils avaient repoussé mes pleurs, et les ingrats

Avaient osé venir l'arracher de mes bras ;

Et jaloux de m'ôter la dernière espérance

Qui pût me soutenir et calmer ma souffrance,

Un message trompeur nous avait informés

Que sur un bord lointain ses yeux s'étaient fermés.

Celui qui fut aimé, celui qui put connaître

Ce bonheur enivrant de confondre son être,

De vivre dans un autre, et de ne plus avoir

Que son cœur pour sentir, et que ses yeux pour voir,

Celui-là pourra seul deviner et comprendre

Ce qu'une voix humaine est impuissante à rendre ;

Celui-là saura seul tout ce que peut souffrir

Un homme, et supporter de tourments sans mourir.

Mais la main qui sur moi s'était appesantie

Semble de mes malheurs s'être enfin repentie.

Leur cœur s'est attendri, soit qu'un pouvoir caché,

Que sais-je ? Ou que la voix du remords l'ait touché.

Celle que je pleurais, que je croyais perdue,

Elle vit ! elle vient ! et va m'être rendue !

Ne demandez donc plus, amis, pourquoi je veux

Qu'on mêle ces boutons de fleurs dans mes cheveux.

Non ! Je n'ai point souffert et mes douleurs passées

En cet heureux instant sont toutes effacées ;

Que sont tous mes malheurs, que sont tous mes ennuis.

Et ces rêves de deuil qui tourmentaient mes nuits ?

Et moi ! J'osais du ciel accuser la colère !

Je reconnais enfin sa bonté tutélaire.

Et je bénis ces maux d'un jour qui m'ont appris

Que mes yeux ne devaient la revoir qu'à ce prix !


II


Quel bonheur est le mien ! Pourtant - ces deux années

Changent bien des projets et bien des destinées ;

- Je ne puis me celer, à parler franchement,

Que ce retour me gêne un peu, dans ce moment.

Certes, le souvenir de notre amour passé

N'est pas un seul instant sorti de ma pensée ;

Mais enfin je ne sais comment cela s'est fait :

Invité cet hiver aux bals chez le préfet.

J'ai vu sa fille aînée, et par étourderie

Risqué de temps en temps quelque galanterie :

Je convins aux parents, et fus bientôt admis

Dans cette intimité qu'on réserve aux amis.

J'y venais tous les soirs, je faisais la lecture,

Je présentais la main pour monter en voiture ;

Dans nos réunions en petit comité,

Toujours près de la fille, assis à son côté.

Je me rendais utile à tout, j'étais son page.

Et quand elle chantait, je lui tournais la page.

Enfin, accoutumé chaque jour à la voir.

60 Que sais-je ? J'ai rendu, sans m'en apercevoir,

Et bien innocemment, des soins, que je soupçonne

N'être pas dédaignés de la jeune personne :

Si bien que je ne sais trop comment m'arranger :

On jase, et les parents pourront bien exiger

Que j'ôte ce prétexte à la rumeur publique,

Et, quelque beau matin, vouloir que je m'explique.

C'est ma faute, après tout, je me suis trop pressé,

Et, comme un débutant, je me suis avancé.

Mais, d'un autre côté, comment prévoir… ? N'importe,

Mes serments sont sacrés, et mon amour l'emporte,

J'irai demain trouver le père, et s'il vous plaît,-

Je lui raconterai la chose comme elle est.

- C'est bien ! - Mais que va-t-on penser, que va-t-on dire ?

Le monde est si méchant, et si prompt à médire !

- Je le brave ! et s'il faut, je verserai mon sang...

Oui : mais toujours est-il que c'est embarrassant.


III


Comme tout ici-bas se flétrit et s'altère,

Et comme les malheurs changent un caractère !

J'ai cherché vainement, et n'ai point retrouvé

Cette aimable candeur qui m'avait captivé.

Celle que j'avais vue autrefois si craintive.

Dont la voix résonnait si douce et si plaintive,

Hautaine, au parler bref, et parfois emporté,

A rejeté bien **** cette timidité.

A moi, qui n'ai vécu, n'ai souffert que pour elle.

Est-ce qu'elle n'a pas déjà cherché querelle ?

Jetant sur le passé des regards curieux,

Elle m'a demandé d'un air impérieux

Si, pendant tout ce temps que j'ai passé **** d'elle.

Mon cœur à sa mémoire était resté fidèle :

Et de quel droit, bon Dieu ? Nous n'étions point liés.

Et nous aurions très bien pu nous être oubliés !

J'avais juré, promis ! - Qu'est-ce que cela prouve ?

Tous les jours, en amour, on jure ; et lorsqu'on trouve

Quelque distraction, on laisse rarement

Perdre l'occasion de trahir son serment :

Il n'est pas défendu d'avoir un cœur sensible,

Et ce n'est point du "tout un crime irrémissible.

Et puis d'ailleurs, après ce que j'ai découvert.

Entre nous, soyons franc, parlons à cœur ouvert :

J'en avais fait mon deuil, et la pauvre exilée

S'est bien de son côté quelque peu consolée ;

Et si je persistais à demander sa main.

C'était par conscience, et par respect humain ;

Je m'étais étourdi. Mais elle a, la première.

Fait ouvrir, par bonheur, mes yeux à la lumière,

Et certes, j'aime mieux encore, à beaucoup près,

Qu'elle se soit ainsi montrée avant qu'après.

Car enfin, rien n'est fait, au moins, et le notaire

N'a point à nos serments prêté son ministère.

- Mais quels emportements ! quels pleurs ! car elle croit

Exiger une dette et réclamer un droit.

Or il faut en finir : quoi qu'elle dise ou fasse,

J'en ai pris mon parti ; j'irai lui dire en face,

- Quoi ? - Que son caractère est à n'y pas tenir.

- Elle avait bien besoin aussi de revenir !

Nous étions si bien tous, quand son humeur altière

Vint troubler le repos d'une famille entière !

On nous la disait morte ; et je croirais aussi

Qu'il vaudrait beaucoup mieux que cela fût ainsi.
 61° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
 57° 
Cody Smith
Pale October blue
Brings an optimistic gloom
The dead before the bloom.

The grey before the green
The sleep before the dream
A melancholy scene.

Pale October blue
A peculiar pallid hue
Memories freeze in morning dew

A season for silence to grow
A place for peace to be sowed
A cold that quiets the soul

Pale October blue
Winters youthful engenue
Purgatory rolling slowly through

My cheek is chilled from its kiss
Standing lonely in its foggy mist
When summer comes I find I long for this

Like a love that's gone but deeply missed
 47° 
Shamai
Today
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

So
Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
Perhaps
I’ll just go
Outside
To play
 37° 
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)
 36° 
Thorns
Oof
Life is an
Oof
 28° 
Elena
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
 26° 
Sally A Bayan
It's a hushed, misty,
and moon-glowed night,
cool air
.........becomes
a silken touch to my skin.
my breathing joins
the soft cricket buzzing,
.............humming
amongst the shadows,
peacefully blends
...and
........becomes
the night's lullaby.
it calms my soul.




sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 14, 2021
(a few nights ago)
 23° 
Rue
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
 22° 
coralium
The past does not haunt me

as much as the present

I was and I will be

somewhere in between

enmeshed, never simple  

where should I head?
 22° 
susurri
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
 21° 
Jason James
You are
Just a little more
Than I understand.
Come down right now
And give me your hand.
 21° 
marc rios
On my way
To
Find you
I
Lost Myself
 21° 
Iris
you are David
I am Goliath
what makes you victorious
is the rock
our love
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Tetrameter format]
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
 20° 
Victoria
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
 19° 
haysia
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.
 18° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
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.
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
 17° 
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields

Beloved..

I wrote mine without even knowing that you had posted.
Everything that I do is so that ones like you  can finally
have a chance to feel the Beautiful dream

    firsthand..  on the inside.

So, in truth.. you can truly say within your war-torn heart,
that every thing I do,  is for you.
It was an honor to go to your wall after I posted
and see what your heart and spirit had revealed  just
a few hours earlier.

Love is a funny thing. You are worth every moment  
of the pain that has come from the years of trying.
Hope..  and a deep understanding;  
and view of your own, tremendous Love-worthiness  
is what it is all about.

It is for that reason, solely..  
that Poetry ever came into being in the first place

    
    ..You are beginning to feel Everything.



Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving,  to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing,
"Touch me not,
touch me not,
come back tomorrow:
O my heart,
O my heart
shies from the sorrow"

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing,
"Swim to me,
Swim to me,
Let me enfold you:
Here I am,
Here I am,

Waiting to hold you"

https://youtu.be/vMTEtDBHGY4
~Jeff's Dad xox
 16° 
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
 16° 
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.
 15° 
Diana
I wonder what it’s like
To be loved by someone
Romantically

I see people kiss in movies
And run my fingertips along my lips gently
Wondering what it’s like

I yearn for it
But don’t know how to go about it
 15° 
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
 15° 
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
 14° 
lovelywildflower
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
 14° 
Esther
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

darkness
sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
 14° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
Garden’s full of roses
Blooming at their peak
Growing till they blossom
From right under our feet
A bouquet or arrangement
For occasions such as these
A familiar scented fragrance
Wafting in the breeze
Sun shining on a clear sky day
The birds chirp out in song
Which is music to my ears
Dancing right along
 12° 
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
 12° 
Tabbitha Erceg
The rain fell through that open window
And it was nice to cry with company.

"I think something went terribly wrong"

I said to nothing.

"I'm so much sadder then I ever imagined"
 12° 
collin
i tried to distinguish
all my awful feelings
from how i really felt

i tried to extinguish
the fire i spread
from the one i lit myself

ripping scar tissue
the scabs on my lips
are these just the cards i’m dealt?

am i the dealer?
do i need a healer?
or more concealer?
a realist with a fake smile
i’ve been in this dentist’s chair for a while
 12° 
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.
 12° 
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
 11° 
ABHIVYAKTI
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
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