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 710° 
rose hopkins
No more
curling into
my embrace
purring your
contentment.
No more
scratching
gently at the door
catching
my attention.
No more
racing madly
through the grass
chasing shadows
and sunbeams.
Oh Minnie
I miss your presence
but still
I sense your essence.
my beautiful cat Minnie was involved in a hit and run two days ago. She didn't survive.
 367° 
Lee Aaun
Take time to make
your soul
happy in love.
 350° 
Adrasteia
She was greedy
With the flowers
Plucking the most beautiful ones
Taking them for herself
But quickly they rotted
Like the flowers in her soul
 280° 
zahrantiara ly
"Apa benar, khayalan bisa menjadi kenangan sekuat kenangan dari kenyataan?"
Aku berandai-andai menanyakan itu pada Tuan
Lalu sekiranya Tuan bertanya, "Puan, perihal apakah gerangan?"
Akan kujawab, "Tuan, tak sadarkah kita terjebak?"
Tuan bergeming.
"Tuan, jika saja kau tahu; perihal kita tiada sederhana”
 250° 
P-Røšę Pøę
maybe-

     if you write

your feelings down

      and threw them away,

they would...

       go away too ?

    don't allow-

       lingering,
       longing,

consume you anymore.

         because

    time-

          is not

refundable but,

           hearts apparently are

     when you return

            your heart,

time ignores the loss

       time will always win

and...

          never look back

    you shouldn't either
 200° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Life without dreams is like barren land where nothing grows.
25/8/2019
 198° 
Barrie T Whittaker
Every Day
You are here.

Today is the best day of my life.

You are here!
 154° 
fearfulpoet
I’m tired of my hands


<>
and my hands are tired of me,
the never ending pick up, put down choring,
without a end date lease or a by your leave,
if I never see a ***** dish or a poem unfinished,
my hands will be permanently attached
in one of them praying emojis

tired of my big mouth so wide,
saying **** notions like love you,
and love no more, so just shut it,
nobody’s somebody don’t care,
stick to whether the weather gonna change,
and if you’ll be sleeping in
the bed or the couch

tired of brain worrying,
brain farts polluting the atmosphere,
things I won’t do nothing about,
words gone to hell, climate change arguing,
poem titles that are body-less horsemen,
no useful good to no-body without
hands and feet and words in between

tired of my hands smacking my head,
and the headache that’s sure to follow,
tired of talking bout if it might rain someday,
man,
I am tired
in places I ain’t got no earthly reason,
and no words to say hey,
I’m tired of my hands
(and most everything)
<>

8-24-19 2:28pm
 143° 
stephanie burrows
My dreams are no longer my own
Because your always in them.
The more i try to forget about you the
More my heart calls for you.
Carried out on a wave emotions that leave me breathless.
You make me feel things there's no
Words for.
#dreams #longer #emotions
 127° 
leo arden
let him sing his song of sorrow

for chance his joy return tomorrow.

for chance his joy forsake his life,

he’ll tell himself he shall be saved

by love returned, and free from strife,

but naïve he shall remain, enslaved.
 116° 
Mystic Ink Plus
All that reminds

She/He is an Art
Timeless
One of a kind
Modestly unique
Beauty unseen
With sensible smile
Embrace the vibes
A humble delight
Inside out

That enough
To calm the heart
To fuel the thoughts
Twining the souls
Let me explain
In a captive silence
Millions reason
Why to remember
Why not to forget

If you are awake
Genre: Experimental
Theme: When everything matters
 108° 
Starry
As the Trojans remain
In troy
As it burns
To the ground
The Greeks win the battle taking Helena of Troy with them.
 104° 
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
 104° 
Lorelaj
The only thing that hasn’t changed is a drive to my hometown.
 103° 
Stephen E Yocum
At times I wish I was a
free dolphin swimming
and frolicking in the sea,
in the convivial company
of others just like me.
Free of debt or strife,
wars and the endless prattle
of human beings, who think
themselves so very supreme
over all other living things.

If only wishes could come true.
If only we Humans could
be at peace in our habitat
as other creatures are in
theirs. We giving too much
thought to everything,
while ignoring pure instincts
of animal common sense.
 103° 
Mr Zeal
Like a petal that is pink, showing my colors today
Did you care when I was green and I was growing to place
Yes my roots is with me look at the mess that I made
In the dirt yes I grew, in this dirt I became.
Do you believe me when I tell you I don’t like to be shady
That don’t give me any type growth
 99° 
MeanAileen
only thing I want
one thing I will never have
and that is your love
Pretty self explanatory
 84° 
melissa rose
I let you go.
Not because I do not love you
in that I do.
8/25/19
 72° 
city of flips
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine,
“Keep me in your heart for ever.”
The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.*

(237 Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore.  Rabindranath Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, on May 7, 1861. He is the author of many poetry collections, including Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1913), which received the Nobel Prize in Literature. He died on August 7, 1941.)

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Alas

some words of note get overlooked,
their usage to the wayside,
this is life, forever updating its profile

Alas!

none of us, do not lie,
issue this all encompassing sigh,
this shaded heart rendering, un cri du coeur

this, to remind us:

a single warring word,
falls wounded, forgotten,
telling of impossibilities
lost love, a broken conjunction,
what was that can never be,
what never was and yet not impossible
someday

Alas! Alas!

a single word poem,
that answers so many things,
and still in its regretting
is a niche of untold hopeful perhaps

write me a word like that
your fame, if that’s all you desire,
alas,
is assured...

Alas!
 71° 
Palmer
With pencil in hand
Take these lines
And draw me
Every edge
Every curve
Every angle

Bring me to life
With each stroke of your pencil
So that I feel every
compression
Every feather light touch
On the paper
As you draw

Shade me so that my shadows come to life
Bring me forth
from the darkness
So that I may see the glorious light

Create me
In the way
And the shape you see
For it is through your eyes
That it is when I truly
Come alive...
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist

Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist

Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist

Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew

Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
this was written by a German Pastor whom at first thought Hilter was a God send but when he went after all who was different then Pastor Martin Niemuller startled fighting against him Pastor Martin Niemuller wrote this it is just as powerful today as it was during world war 2
 69° 
Emma Price
For months I’ve prayed that you might
realize you’re not alone in the fight
and wake up to see the light
but no matter how bright
it can’t seem to catch your sight
and you’re still living in darkened fright
~much love
 62° 
Kansha Betha
just as
the one
porcelain teacup
she adores
immensely
it has
crackling veins
on it
unknowingly
when
it'll be
in the verge
of shattering
 60° 
Onoma
i see best when kept in the dark--

things come to me.

having become a known attractor

of bottoms falling out in meditative

extinctions.

tongue vinegary and embittered, from

deep tastings of lovers in their guile.

nights of the ages filling with the space

they say they need from one another--

to shift yet another godforsaken piece.
 59° 
Peasant The Poet
Coyly capsulated,
Peel and pry;
Eager to unravel,
Encouraged to try.
Splitting skin,
Surgically apply;
Enigma extraction,
Sweetly sly.
 54° 
Nicole
someone out there
is praying
for the moon
for you
 54° 
Chloe
Happiness
Is simply something
I cannot seem to grasp
 52° 
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 49° 
Me
My heart contains
So much
It sometimes
Frightens me

And my chest tightens
Full of sparkling needles
That pierce inside out
~
But when I stop
And think
And see-
It also contains you

And your heart-
In a momentary fight-
Also contains mine

This makes me free
Of fear
Of bonds
Of lack of time.
Love to you.
 48° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 48° 
chlorine
;
nothing
dark
light
someplace different
which would it be?
love surrounds me
with laughs and good music
upside down
my smile isn’t used to this.
others have taken the risk
and I’m sure they know the answers
bravery,
a decision
yet such sad way to use courage
to conquer what’s inside my head
this wasted youth bled into what’s up ahead
so I’m probably just going to go to bed,
afraid of every thought
that I wish to shed.
channeling my emotions
 48° 
Pooja Jajoo
This pen & paper knows a lot about her
It's her life,
Her journey & little more of imagination.

It relates her
Rather completes her.

Because Somewhere
She is Forlorn,
sad with day's drama.

Her journey gets a shape,
Word, sentence through it.

She finds peace in them.

Atleast, they don't ditch her.
They always exist when she needs them.

This pen and paper knows a lot about her,
It's her innervoice, which the world doesn't know.
 47° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 46° 
Danielle
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
 45° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
I want to see the world
Through your eyes.
Talking to you,
Makes my heart fly
Looking at you
Feel like being born anew.
You are an angel
Is that true?
You are my heaven
To your heart I was driven.
How great this world is!
Your eyes are the opening keys.
 44° 
Kelli Ferrante
Was
and everything that Was
could no longer Be.
 43° 
the lost kid
when they stand behind you
protect them

when they stand beside you
respect them

but when they stand against you
destroy them
why is it that most will stand against something that is better than them
I want to write my own story
But sadly I only hold the pen of a poet
Not the pen of destiny
 38° 
julianna
Mixed with shame,
A tint of red that calls my name.
Tiptoe around the subject,
Or else you’ll see me burst.
Holding all these things inside
Makes me feel worse.
 37° 
violavics
Just like that
I discovered
my uncertainty
was due to
my senses

Beneath all this
I discovered
my curiosity
was due to
your defenses

Would it be unfair
if I looked at you
from afar?
Would it be unfair
if I spent more time
apart?

In the meantime,
I hope your dreams
come true --
just like you
August 15, 2019
 37° 
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.

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