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 246° 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i was in the garden and i began to laugh
i saw a little bird jumping in his bath
with a shower cap. on his little head.
splashing all the water in the flower bed.

lying on his back soaking up the sun
he just  loved his bath time he was having fun
pruning at his feathers so he was nice and clean
very proud indeed a proper beauty queen.

then he flew away from his little bath
i waved and said goodbye and thanked him for the laugh
 230° 
Jordan
I've once dreamt of getting into a shuttle
and spearing towards Saturn.

From my calculations,
I'd most certainly go off-course,
and possibly snap
and pop towards the sun.

It's a win-win situation.
 226° 
Saïda Boūzazy
Night scares me
It's full of memories
I hate the past
It reminds me of the death  
I remember the day she left me
It was so harsh
I hate the might
I want to forget
But, I can't
She was a part of me
She loved me
But,  now she becomes just a memory
I hate the night
I want to forget -not she of course  -
But, that she left me
I will never forget you
#memories
#love
#nostalgy
#pain
#night
#poerty
 210° 
Zainab Ibrahim
I i don't seem yo recall thee
Yet your name i know
And as my lips move,
I know i will recall,
For my heart seems to quicken,
When i think of you,
Even if i know not whom it beats for.

And as i close my eyes to sleep,
There is a name ipon my lips.
 185° 
TyeniWrites
She was always trying to fit in
Until she realized she was meant to stand out
Unapologetically different
 174° 
Addison René
it smells like limes,
like salt and not pepper,
and like the ocean and like
everything that i have ever
thought was comforting.
like my father's kisses at
2am because he is going
to work his second job
and it will not be enough.
it smells like fighting. it
doesn't ever smell strong
enough for it to end. And it
never ends. It won't stop anyone
from yawing loudly in public.
It won't stop you from taking
advantage of her. It won't keep
you from being the person you
are. I think sometimes it smells
like the expressions we never
have enough courage to say
but i think that sounds cliche, too.
it smells like limes, it smells like the
illness that haunts the people in their
beds. It smells like limes. It smells like
life.
 102° 
Eliana
I wish you didn't use your words so loosely.
That what you say will have meaning,
will have purpose.
But you continue to fill my head with false promises and meaningless phrases.

What you say means nothing
because you feel nothing.
I'm just a piece in your sick twisted game.

You manipulated me with your words so sweet.
You had my mind wrapped up in every little thing you said.

Once I realized this was all a game I intended to leave,
But how could I?

Even if everything you said was a lie,
I love the feeling of feeling loved.
 98° 
james m nordlund
Feeling with your spirits hands,


see with the eye of your heart,


hear with the ear of your soul,


and know with the body


of life's knowledge,


we can be prayer,


being, forever answered.
Hamlet, the lead character in Shakespeare's play, 'Hamlet' says, '...There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy..."; et tu mon amie.  You're how old and you project the heart doesn't actually feel?  Almost all scientists are marketeers for the corporate structure or it's tools, Gov'ts.  How could some discipline that details it's accuracy not even take into account it's extermination to extinction of it's own species; that would actually be an anti-science.  A box of supposed cereal that's literally forced down the throats of kids by animated advertising on TV, is 80 % sugar, 5 % artificial additives and 10 % white flour, basically poison; it's called business- or is it anti-business instead?  Accuracy has it's place, depending on perceptions and if there's no projections.  "...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain..." (Thanx to Elton John for their great song's lines, from: 'In Your Empty Garden'), one instant can damage so much Grace, yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost destroyed what it took the Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life; no?  Thanx for all you All do and don't.  Have a good morning   :)   reality
 90° 
Lee
twenty dollars is not worth a life.
 76° 
Keebo
The day I found out I got a friend for life
Was the night we were getting high
In this small ****** blue car
Listening to Thin Lizzy “Whiskey in the Jar”
I look at the glow upon your face and think to myself
How **** my life would be without your grace
Some people think we date
Others say your my cover up because I’m gay
But the truth is, you’re my best mate who I can’t replace
Seen too many sides of me yet you still stayed
You’re like the soft voice in my brain
Reminding me that suicide isn’t the way
And I hope we remain the same when we’re old and grey
So we can tell the future generation how we used to sesh back in the day
Think this is actually the first “happy” poem I have ever wrote...
 72° 
AngryTeen
our world is burning around us

and our parents expect us to sit at home

it's not our fault

we don't want to live in ashes

that we want to put out the fire

before it consumes us all
 63° 
Lili
I long for love
without heartache.
To be free from pain,
loss,
failure,
and sadness.
In a world shrouded in darkness,
I long for the light.
you can't have a rainbow without a little rain
 59° 
Ellie Sutton
-
I will stand with you
Until my feet shed the blood
That pours from my heart
I haven't found the words to give this a title yet. I guess there are none.
 57° 
Kanishka
A tear trickled down my eye,
He was there ready to make me smile,
With one of his witty and allusive remarks.
I won't be lying if I say that
He has the potential of turning grey to
All of the colors of a rainbow's arc.
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
 57° 
Essence
I
burned
the
thread

it
was the last attachment

Now
I
like
all my
clothes
again
 55° 
Sol
Why have people lost sight
Of the love in the eye
The love we all have inside
The love we can all share
Together
We can light the future
Hand in hand
We can conquer anything
Apart
We only conquer ourselves
For togetherness
Is what makes us who we are
Togetherness
Is what makes us human
Love eternally.
 52° 
Valmir Zimberi
Stop chasing
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|
v

O
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/\

What you aren’t ready to catch.
 50° 
Talking Back
I'm lost
No longer wanting
To be found.
Just waiting and wanting
To be lost
Some more.
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 45° 
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.
 45° 
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
 45° 
Grace
a girl
her eyes red and crusted
white

a boy
missing an eye now- the blood so dark it's
black

and why do they go for the eyes.

as if blindness will make us compliant

no-
it helps us to see.
 45° 
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
 43° 
Ken Pepiton
Tell a blue bird she is beautiful,
she will say,
I know.
Sweet.
 42° 
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
From far deep between
She soaks the world around her
With waves of sweet fire
Haiku
 38° 
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 37° 
Tatiana
I
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r
  o
   p
    p
     e
      d
       m
         y
          w
            o
             r
             d
              s

               pick them up
Can you                       for me?

Rearrange t-h-e-m
in
a
w a y
I meant to s p e a k?
Because I                  k n o w   you
and you                    k n o w   me.
We would n e v e r use
stale, weak words
to hurt each other.

No, we would(n't.)
©Tatiana
Had this one in the drafts for awhile now. I don't really format poetry in crazy ways, but when writing a poem about twisting words, I feel like it needs it. Mocking and sarcastic is the tone I was going for in this one. What do you all think?
 37° 
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
 36° 
FreeMind
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground


-FreeMind
December 1, 2018
#67
 36° 
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° 
Nat Lipstadt
Whitman: “If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle,they are nothing”

                                                       ­  <>

“These are really the thoughts of all men, in all ages and lands,
they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.”

Song of Myself (1892 version) by WALT WHITMAN

                                                      ­ ­     §§§

exactly, for if not to mystify and to demystify,
why do we write, opine large, secretly confessing,
what is know to all soto voice in the chamber of secrets
that lies between the brains four chambered ventricles,
that leads to a Grand Canal through which flow riddles,
all these thoughts, yours, mine, and overlapping crazy

solitary, they merge within the river of combination,
then known to all, colloquially named Ours, then too,
answers arrive in the scrivening, when each plain to see,
once the riddle posed, the answer is freed to exposure,
like veins blue to red, when oxygenated, our mysteries,
all colors, untied, there is but one color, reddened blood

these thoughts, become yours, more than mine, for
in the taking is the additive chemical that enhances,
making the distance closed to only closer, here I pause,
fearful, you hesitate, do not understand, sunshine can
blind any man, sickness humble any body, we are alike
in commonality, more than different, we are all riddled

and next to nothing is everything, all worth knowing,
you, write my poetry, as I write of you with breathless
ease and comfort, for the thoughts of all men in all
ages and lands, are original to where our eyes espy
each other, where our lips kiss to cross, cross to kiss,
what is the what, this simplicity, the great difference


                                                    ­   §§§§§


Fri. May 15
Manhattan Island,
Isle of Man
10:26am
 35° 
Matthew
The Oldest Lie

The oldest lie we tell our children is that we are all equal.
We pretend. We lie. We digress from the truth to shield them from all evils.
But the truth is we dream of such a world where race, creed and colour do not define us.

We protect them from the facts of life and speak of the past, forgetting the present.
We praise MLK, Malcolm and Mandela as civil right heroes,
neglecting the bitter truth that they took the first steps on our long walk to freedom.

Enough is enough. Our children deserve better.
They need to know our struggle.
Only then can we dream of better things.
 34° 
Adrian
What lies in the eyes
That stand just out of sight?

The void is endless,
But who can see that far?

If one is set to leave,
Why bother looking back?

Just because you’re out of sight
Doesn’t mean you’ve left my mind too.
 33° 
soft woods
You speak
in bright suns, with plastic heart
attached.

How does it feel
to live a day
but to hide the night?
 33° 
loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 32° 
Chameleon
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
 32° 
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
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