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 612° 
Capriccio
I am Heaven
I am Peace
Life Love
Fear
Hurt
Pain
Sadness

I am Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy
 513° 
Masha Yurkevich

I wouldn't want to live forever.
Forever seems too much.
Too much pain and
too much sadness.
Too much work and
not enough happiness.

But there is one thing I would like to do forever,
and that is

L O V E

For I do not think that it is possible
to love
too much.

 486° 
Emils
You don’t like what I’ve become
You turned me into one
You don’t see
You were the one who ruined me
 274° 
silentwoods
the difference between seeking to find me and seeking to stumble into me is the guarantee of only one of those.
 250° 
Depressed Unicorn
Two broken souls coming
Together to fix
All the broke n pieces
Left behind from tormented
Pasts of abuse and hurt
And to think there was
Love around in a relationship
Built on broken pieces
Voids, abuse, drugs and
Two people trying to fit
Into a world that cares more
About looking cute in
Pictures together than
Building a relationship that
Will last for centries and the
Funny thing is even though
We never met I still
Love and care for you
 250° 
Neville Johnson
I’m a better man for being with you
Doing my best today
Sorry about my failings
I just want to say
I need you
To love me
Forgive me
Lift me up
Help me pray
That I make this life worthwhile
 250° 
Ragna
I keep my schedule free
My contact list empty
And my wrists stained red
Just so when death comes to visit me
She makes sure I'm found dead
Just a random poem that came to me...
Girl, his heart was not there
But, you stayed by his side
He has tortured you even more
And you let yourself go as if you have no pride
Tears sadly fall from your face
What a tough lesson to learn
Next time you need to look for those signs
So that way, you will not get burned
 230° 
Elle
Where I dwell now
Beneath the busy streets
Inside jealous palms
Atop of an echo
I'm still in the solitude of spring
and like a spider curling in on itself,
I depart
 226° 
NGANGO HONORÉ
Nos parents sont nos anges ,
                                  [ nos modèles
                                       [ de sage
La Nature a su le faire
Parfois on même hérité de leur
                                 [ savoir-faire
Nous aimons
  Nos Parents qui nous guident ,
                                [ nous
                                   [ conduisent

Nos parents sont forts
                               [ Se sont des
                                    [ battants
Nos parents sont courageaux
                              [ et bravent
Ils ne reculent devant rien
Pour nous ils  sacrifient leur
                               [biens
Nos parents sont bons
                             [ ils se soucient
                                  [ de nous
Nos parents sont bons
                             [ ils méritent
                                [ notre Respect
Nos  parents ne nous demandent
                              [ rien en retour
Le retour qu'on les dois c'est
                              [ la Soumission
                              [ et  l'obéissance.
Comme au Dieu  d' omniscience.
Nos parents veulent qu'on soit :

Conscient et non feniant

respecteux et non Insouscieux

Créé par Dieu pour nous
                                   { Conduire
Ils jouent bien leur rôle il faut
                                    { l'endeduire
C'est  pour sa que pour nous,
En tant que leur Bambins
Leur perte eux ces êtres
                                      {Magnifique

Es une avalanche catastrophique

Pour ceux qui ne joue pas leur
                                 { rôle durant
                                   { leur
                                      { pèlerinage
Ils laissent des coquilles vides
                                   {S'il faut en
                                     { faire une
                                          {image
Dieu du ciel

Est notre père des siècles

Dieu aujourd'hui

Nous appelle tous à une vie en Lui
 222° 
Katja Pullinen
One more time i'll look at rabbit.
In gold cage he sits alone.
One more time I wonder of the white fur.
One more time I touch his tail.
One more time take heavy breathing.
One more time I asking why?
One more time I whisper: Good night bunny. One more last time.
:(
 190° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 178° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 164° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 125° 
ManxPoetryGuy
It's ringing,
Ringing in my ear.
It doesn't stop,
It just keeps ringing.
Ringing, ringing ringing.
I can't,
It's doing the,
It,
Ringing,
And it won't stop.
 116° 
Scott Jurewicz
There once was a poet from Britain
On whose reading one day did I sit in
When the throng said, "Arcane"
He was heard to explain
"It's not for you that it's written"
 111° 
Mike Hauser
I can see from the front
That we can't take it back
All the years that we had
All the years that are left

All the tears that were spilt
All the laughter we spent
All the comings and goings
In the then's and the when's

As we move towards tomorrow
Where there's more yesterdays
The less that we save
In the giving away

From the time that was borrowed
Our pants pockets filled
With the lint of our sorrow
And the change that we feel

When we find there's a hole
That continues to tear
Losing it all
To the forgotten years
 106° 
Vinolin D
A ball will be bounced and will be coming back,
When you throw it on the wall.
A ball will be coming back to you soon,
When you throw it on the wall with a full speed.
A ball will lose its elasticity,
When you do this continuously.
A ball won't be comeback and it'll fall on the floor after this.
And it will find another way and will run on the floor.
Everything is a limit.
Hurting a lot can cause losing an elasticity.
Everything has a limit.
Hey guys...I wrote it about the relationship. Sometimes, when we hurt extremely, it can cause losing the relationship. And of course, trur affection/love can bear anything. But sometimes, it will cause the breakup between two people. So understanding is very important. Must not hurt anyone or avoid anyone if someone comes to us even getting hurts. If we will throw them again and again when they come to us, one day, they won't come permanently. So everything has a limit.

So it's a meaning for this poem. I hope everyone loves it. I love you all.
 92° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 92° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 81° 
White Shadow
It's already midnight
I can't sleep
I'm drinking
Trying to forget all the pain
And trying to sleep
But the thing is
I don't wanna forget
Drinking makes me realise
What I've lost
It reminds me of everything
That we were.
 81° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 77° 
B J Truax
She was a throw away girl.
The one that was used.
She was a throw away girl.
So many times abused.
She was a throw away girl.
 72° 
Jay
I believe in love,
Because
You delivered me and fed me.
I believe in trust,
cause when others gave me poison, you
reminded me to fall to my knees and ask god for mercy and grace
I believe in peace,
cause like water;
You soothe me.
I believe in loyalty,
because it’s a law in our code.
I believe in family,
Because of your love, honesty, and loyalty is
Unmatchable and unquestionable.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 68° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 67° 
D Letwixt
The man lays in the gutter
Street splattered with blood

Hundreds of scrambling feet
Run to pick up his crown
 67° 
Yggy
I spent all this time
waiting for forgiveness,
Yet it was I
who needed to let go.
 65° 
Ai
Curiosity

Curiosity never killed.
But what is found does the true damage.
 64° 
Eddie
when we're healthy,
we forget we get ill

when we love,
we forget heartbreak

when we breathe,
we forget we choke

when we're alive,
we forget we die

please,
cherish every moment
#mortality
 63° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 61° 
Maddy
Empty yellow legal lad lines
Computer screen blinking
Begging for a word
Better still a line
Your muse left town destination unknown
Yet the words flow like wine
Sometimes miserable
Other ones sublime
You hit delete
Play waste paper basketball
Then it falls into place
It’s grace
It moves the reader
Poet’s lament

[email protected]
 61° 
Orion Lesneski
You think I will be jealous,
To see another guy climb up your trellis,
But what you don’t see,
I don’t care how you’ll be.
 61° 
Orchid
I steal love with

the

part of my lips,

the

fall of my chin,

the

reverence in my temples,

//

so I scoff with

my

unblessed prayer,

my

impossible keeper,

my

wretched skin,

my

faultless pleasure,

//

and grace swoons,

puts me back in my place,

mutters sin in my mouth,

tightens grip in my hips,

stokes flame in my skin,

//

threads pain

inside,

weaves mind

inside,

names fear

inside,

makes more

inside,

//

and I am unfeeling of pardon,

unwanting of heaven,

ungoverned by god,

not bothered, on purpose,

not waiting on mercy,

//

and I stand with the evil,

the blind,

the kind,

the pained

and the stained,

and steal love with them,

because

//

we are unneeded by hell.
avoid binary questions.
 59° 
Evan
Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.
 58° 
Trevor Doughty
What exactly
is the point
of all this?

To eat
To sleep
To ****
To work
and repeat
for
the following days

The occasional smile
to break the mundane

The daily monotony
is but a realization

So we sleep
we sleep the
nights away
and repeat
for
the following days

Wash away the days pain
with a swig of whisky

The point of
all this, you ask?

is to repeat
each day until
your final breath
depletes the
one chance
you had at
all of this…
Another day. Another day. Another day.
Thanks for reading.
 57° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 53° 
FloydBrandon
You’ll never know love so strong,
Or much,
As the things that fit in your palms,
Wider than galaxies,
Brighter than stars in our eyes,
Wonder of skies,
When gravity’s a force you can touch
but you’re scared you could break it,
And love’s so real you can’t fake it.
My second daughter was born yesterday and she’s more perfect than my words can describe. Love ya to bits Bright Eyes.
 46° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 45° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 44° 
A Poet's Voice
the pen is my needle
the words are my drug
the parchment, my vein
my name is bill hughes
and i am a poetry addict
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