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 610° 
Lee Carter
If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.
 300° 
Dereaux
I look up
I look down
I looked behind and all around

I seek
and I’ve searched
but nothing could be found

I stop
and I stared
but there is nothing there

So why
do people say
that spring is in the air
 298° 
hiraeth
Poetry claimed as freedom
But with words imprisoned
 250° 
Brian Payamps
Trying to find the light
But it seems to be that darkness wins
Every single time

A light so bright
It'll give a blind man sight
So close but yet so far
Like the moon on a dark winter night

I've tried,
I try to chase it down
I've ran,
I run
And ran some more
Chasing down a moon for it's light

A light so bright
It'll give a blind man sight
 226° 
Mike Hauser
have you yet guessed that
everything is pointless
from the way we've done this
to the way we do that
deep in conversations
secrets that we've all kept
waving of the hands and
blowing of the kisses

from the thoughts that we have
to the ones we're making
all are pointless at best
hear now what i'm saying
with no more and no less
in the things we're craving
from the spreading of lies
to the days behaving

making less than sense is
senseless don't you know
all of it is pointless
trading needs for wants
when we do what we do
far more oft than not
until the day that we're through
do you get my point
 220° 
Jeremy Stacy
Bewildered on what may briskly appear
mistily on the river I veer
moonlit with drear
leaves fallen here

I steer unclear a pioneer on new frontier
suspicion and fear with timber fallen near
trodden I hear,
the rustling of deer?

I peek to my rear until my neck becomes blear wicked thoughts interfere will my mind persevere?
 195° 
mydesirelines
In their eyes
she, is the holy river
and I, am a doubtful sinner.

I drowned myself
deep in Ganges.

now she, is a holier-than-thou
and I, am a confessed sinner.
Ghats of Banaras, in India, is a holy place where Ganga river is washing sins of many from thousands of year.
 190° 
Ariana Solo
My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

🕯️💛🕯️💛🕯️💛
 167° 
Sj Aquarius
This angel played F
Then D minor came and A
Minor sea has left
An out of tune harp the string told the next a story, now they all play devil chords of rumors. But when they unite they play beautiful unisons and harmonies of melodies, music !
 148° 
Dia
Anti- anti- social I cry,
Don’t even try,
Scream my nights by
 147° 
Ces
Forlornness that wraps the core of my being
Still, relished by a heart that aches to write
Alone, in subdued pain, but accepting
I feel my body and all its agonies
Never wanting this moment to end
In spite of it all, a gentle smile
I find solace in every breath
And in this tender loneliness.
 140° 
Whit Howland
Often
I  ponder

about the purpose
of dreams

and why the mind
isn't merely wiped clean

and reprogrammed
every night

when moonbeams
breach our windowpanes

and
kiss the skin

whit howland © 2020
 138° 
Naoki Tom
Soon I leave for a new day
Resign in my disgrace
Sitting ever sweetly by
I catch a glimpse of your eyes

Where we go to die
Will your kids ask why
When they see the sky
Why the river ran dry?

I have to fake it, so I get dressed
Knowing we all end up dead
Still I smile for you
Knowing I failed you too

Just by knowing you
The only one who’s true
Please whatever you do
Know I won’t forget you

One day you’re here, baby
And then you’re gone
This is the version of "River Runs Dry" that is used in my new song: "River Runs Dry."

You can visit the real song here: https://soundcloud.com/user-412547930-55800476/river-runs-dry
 121° 
Jackal
she showed up at my doorstep last night.
crying.

granted, she was higher than a kite and
only wanted to give me money.

but then she told me he wasnt doing too well.

and that he missed me.

and that she was "hurt"by my actions.

and everything
came
crashing
down
 108° 
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
 105° 
Oskar Erikson
fear
he who reaches into
the core of a heart
and makes
its cavities
music.

 96° 
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!
 73° 
R
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
 69° 
Ashly Kocher
The beating of your heart is music to my ears
Playing a melody, a song, beautifully created, solely by your heartbeat, just for me to hear...
 68° 
Commuter Poet
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not in control
I am in control
I am not…
I am…

Free?
Freed?
Free?

Feed
Food

Love
Loved
Love
Loving

Livin­g
Loathe
Living
Loathed
Loath
Lost

Control
Un control
Uncontrollable
Un comfortable
Controlled by
Controlling
Cons
Conned
Consequence
Conniving
Troll
Trolled
Tr­olls
Con Troll

I
Am
Not
In
Control
I
Am
In
Control
I
Am
All
Of
It
29th September 2020
 65° 
Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
☆☆☆☆☆☆The☆☆☆☆☆☆
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Love is a tragedy!
 65° 
MisfitOfSociety
When your light shines pure. You will not be born, you will not die.
 62° 
Aparna
𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂,𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾,𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮...?
*月-moon

 56° 
Louis G
I don't think I can have you in this life.
Maybe in the next.

Nonetheless, you are still my everything.
 51° 
essie
I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
 47° 
Beulin S S
My dreams are Shining;
Though it is hidden
Under the darkest clouds...
It'll sparkle on the sky;
With vibrant victory
On my Day!
Believing in my dreams
 45° 
Lilly
Maybe if a lemon was red.
It wouldn't have such a sour dread.

Maybe if flowers were green.
They wouldn't have been seen.

Maybe if the sun was black.
It would have the bitterness it lacked.

Maybe if things were never grey.
The world would have had less dismay.

Maybe if I had no clue.
My life wouldn't have been so blue.

Maybe if my heart was yellow.
I would never have been sorrow.

Maybe if I’ve seen the colors.
I would have been less blind.

Maybe if the world isn’t drenched in the color of despair.
It would be better.
 43° 
Dreamer in Hell
"I am so sick of escaping from reality!" he screamed loudly and went to take a nap.
 39° 
jordan
sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as the bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their hollow secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
amid the coagulating darkness
having long forgotten
the radiant life of today
and the promise of tomorrow
written for the beautifully empty sunset of 9/27/2020
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 36° 
Cana
The questions don’t stop.
The incessant babbling of a panicked boss
The bone churning boredom of paint drying with the sympathetic tears that accompany a slowly dying animal.
I need a drink, rather several, rather all!
Maybe, for bonus points, we can throw in a crippling drug addiction that could, maybe, allow for a grasp on the slick walls of the pit. But we both know it won’t.

I need to escape, to get away from this horrid existence. But I don’t dare. Yellow bellied sluggard.
Thank god for cowardice, or I’d be the main course at the feast of the maggot king.
This too shall pass, I hope. Not gonna do anything stupid. Don’t get the wrong idea. Just needed to scream in silence.
 36° 
Leila The Kiwi
I might sing off tune
I might stumble on words
I might forget lyrics

I'm trying
My best

It's touching
That you're
Still listening
To me.

l.v.s
 34° 
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
 33° 
Nikita
To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
 32° 
icarus
~

waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love


~
 31° 
Owen
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
 30° 
fiachra breac
/
hope has a still, small voice
 29° 
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° 
Alexandria Lang
i cannot recall specific dates
my memories live in the songs i listened to on repeat in the long nights
replaying them now to bring me back,
romanticizing my life as if it was some cinematic masterpiece
i try to hard to just hold on to the past but the past no longer exists in the present
 28° 
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
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