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 1468° 
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
Time ticks by
Some people celebrate numbers
And others dread them
All the same in the end

One more tick on life's counter
till a relaxation of death comes

No one can reverse it
not are we the same are before
time changes us all
situations shape us
as we
grow up


and try to find our place in life
 200° 
Jake Phillips
I want to hold your hand
So it will never be cold
I want to carry you
So you will never feel tired
I want to be there
So your never alone
I want to talk
So your never bored
 96° 
raphæl
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 69° 
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.
 46° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 43° 
Lady Ravenhill
"It's pointless," said reason.
"It's too risky," said experience.
"It's not possible," said pride.
"Please try," whispered my heart.
LadyRavenhill 2021
 41° 
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)
 41° 
Universe Poems
WHAT IS

the matter

YOU USED

MY HEART

For

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© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 40° 
brian odongo
I never liked the sun
I hated being in the spotlight.  

I always liked the moon
I loved being in the dark.

but, ever since you came
into my life.
I always want to get seen by you.
to be noticed by you.

I don't think I can be
where you can't see me.
 35° 
Eliza
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
 31° 
Ariel
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
 31° 
Mims
And some days
I don’t even want to eat
Evolutionary phenomena
Distorting my own body
Obsession with being empty
And some times
I wanna plug my nose
And have the inside of head
Cloud with deep breaths
Scratch behind my eyelids
Please
My mind is destroying me
I am desperate
I am on a life boat
In the middle of the sea
There’s isn’t that much life left in me
No one is coming to rescue me
I am alone
The same way
I have always been
Neglect hides In my teeth
My parents didn’t take care of me
My dad never said I love you  
Old cavities
 28° 
Mims
Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?
Cold
 27° 
skye
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
 27° 
Dev
You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"
i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:
 24° 
MsRobota
I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
 22° 
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.
 20° 
Empire
Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
 20° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 19° 
Lemon
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
 18° 
memoona kazmi
i want to hug you the way,
winnie the pooh hugs the piglet
 18° 
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.
 17° 
Kassan Jahmal
In that time-
holding a weight onto my heart;
Reason be; when you were my crush,
young and we didn't know about love.
The more we kissed; it was never enough.

As we were, when we were young.
 17° 
ghost queen
the black box
called the mind
a byproduct
of physiology
dreams of love
a phantasm
of the heart
so two
can become
one
 17° 
My Dear Poet
I want to say sorry
but there are no words
that carve out my apology
without chiseling at wood
set for the fire in hell
I sculpt with tired eyes
my need for your forgiveness
 17° 
Mar Orellana
I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.
May 2017.
I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
 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° 
My Dear Poet
Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend. I shouldn’t have made a comment or suggestion on your poem. I’ve had people critique my work and I’ve appreciated it. I was only offering the same support, what I would have valued from another poet, on my own poetry. I guess that’s hard to find here. I’m really sorry you took offence, won’t happen again. My apologies
 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.
 16° 
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
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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° 
BTW
Age
Age
25 July 2021

Age, the weights of time waiting,
Heavier than air pressing reality to the gates,
Time brings the unnatural, disease of diseases.
When there are few easing of eases.
 15° 
Cherisse May
test me
my waters have remained constant
rippling, reaching
as far as the eye can see
into the horizon; the water surrounds me
my knowledge is useless
when drowning in these waters;
i can only flail desperately
as my movements create ripples
out into the open sea
all these efforts
all in vain
all in my vein
blood rushing out
like the sea, light then heavy
then strong
like the sea, with a strong smell of salt
this time, the waters are red
and they reek of iron

test my waters
they’ve been stained crimson
with my lifeline
exam week got me in a bad light
 15° 
Tim Eichhorn
Man....

I’ve seen seven years
Of bruatality.
But In reality,
That’s not bad.

And that’s what
Makes it sad
When you’re asked
If you have a strut
In your step

Left...............
Them guessing
Control what you can control
You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
 15° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Twelve notes…
that’s all there are
to captivate and swoon

Mozart
and/or Elton John
—July the same as June

(The New Room: September, 2021)
 14° 
fika
i wish you knew your worth
this is heartbreaking
 14° 
Puds
There used to be a warmth
It lingered in the night
It had a means to the end
It meant the fire was still alight
Then the sky turned dark
And  the stars seemed few
So day became the wilderness
As the light came through
 14° 
Alaina Moore
Hello all!

I am in the process of creating my own blog/ poetry website. I will still be posting here for a while as I continue development on the site. But feel free to come check it out in it's most basic form!

Updates to come in the coming weeks.

https://spacepuppybarks.com/


Thanks all.
-Alaina
https://spacepuppybarks.com/
 14° 
Gods1son
You are a flower
Far too beautiful for me to pluck
I will come to your site everyday
Just to adore your sight
I'll leave you in your natural habitat
I cherish you
But I won't be selfish
I'll leave you for others to behold also
Utmostly, I want what's best for you
When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!
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