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 603° 
hannah in spring
If I'm your closest friend
Then you deserve someone else
Someone who won't fall in love
When there's no love to be had
I'm sorry
Two more years.
 497° 
cosmo naught
Today, my brain heard myself say thanks to it.
and I mean, I heard it, too.
None of us knew what to say!
 431° 
youcancallmesierra
love makes people stupid
myself included
my gaze lingers where it never has before
your fingers rest gently on the door
i know you're about to leave
but right now you are staring into me

and it feels
ᴛʀᴀɴsᴄᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ
 350° 
Taylor
Sanitized sanctuaries
Old memories
Holding hands
Hugging friends
Just being.
 318° 
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 317° 
MSunspoken
Time capsule lay so deep
Within my heart-
Stay buried forever
Another Haiku, written for those who care for nothing more than to read themselves stupid during isolation.
 250° 
Jim
Well, I am thoroughly confused
About which of my rights are being abused
The branches of balance seem misused
Seems like the billionaires have nothing to lose
 240° 
Theresa
You know what breaks my heart a little
Men that are a little older, a little kinder, a little more wrong
For their children a heartbeat that grows strong
Everyday at home or work or somewhere in between
Sometimes they go along with their love unseen
 240° 
Nelly
Love, love, love; that is the greatest gift of all!
 223° 
myrka
As I ran on this cloudy day
I felt the suns warmth, despite of the grey skies
A prime example showing that i will rise

It’s a cloudy day, but I can still see the light
That is awaiting me even at night

I ran and ran and I felt your presence in me
Each pace I took, i felt the the shackles set free

I will not give up
I will make it to the finish line

As I cross the line of victory
I praise you

Thank you God, for making me shine
Even in this cloudy day
 210° 
Yonnick August
Salt lines stains tired cheeks
Passed by overused dimples
Like flowing steady creeks
Taking turns in their descent
Rushing very simply
I've lost innocence.

I've lost faith.

I've lost my soul to this dreary place.

It's so cold, it's so very dark.

My lonely heart has lost it's spark.

I beg for a little mercy.

I cry for some kind of grace.

There's nothing, not even a trace.

The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.

The clock has chimed...

I'm out of time.
This is a poem I wrote about the hopelessness I felt while suicidal.
 170° 
Mrigank Soral
Falling teardrops from your eyes down to your cheek..
As they write all the stories,, you're too scared to speak..

would you stop them by your "One-sided dimple",, bring their flow to a halt..
Let bygones be bygones,, there isn’t always your fault..
 167° 
Samantha
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
 133° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 132° 
Ericka
The reckless love is lovely
The day brings joy and life it’s lively
When I am in your company I am happy and smiley.
I remember kissing you years ago it was so nice and bubbly.
 128° 
Quixotic
Your now
is not your forever
but
forever
is composed of nows;
Stuck in yet another loop.
 110° 
Hank Helman
To laugh is to love,
So start with a smile,
A memory, a friend,
The birth of a child.

Yes sadness and worry,
Death comes in a hurry,
But courage must stand,
And laughter commands
Laughter is the precursor to courage. What we can laugh at we do not fear as much. Shake off the gloom, the worry, the fear. Time for poets to write of bravery. But first laugh at death. Belittle it. Put it in its place. Then and only then will you discover a brave heart and a compassionate soul. Come for me death you *****, if you dare-- let's take a selfie together...   hh
 110° 
Rupert Pippingford
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.
 102° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 97° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 86° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 76° 
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)
 71° 
Phil
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
 70° 
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
 66° 
BadBookthief
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

In a world

that falls

for looks,

darling,

go for the soul.

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

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Thank you!
 58° 
Audrey
Had I known it was the last time
I would have had nothing to lose
 57° 
SpiritHeart67
So much is changing, so much is coming
I'm ready for 10,000 deaths
and 10,000 new beginnings.

The days when all things are possible
When All things have already happened
and All things that can happen, will

Downstream of the wave form function collapse
Waiting for what already is,
to Become
here where we are.

Looking From the center
At that spanning out in every direction
There is no
Begining Middle End
Before Now After
Past Present Future
Above Between Below
Close or Far
Here or There
Then or now
Outside or in
Us or them

It all is existing, presently, eternally
At once
And at the same time
Continually coming into being
In an illimitable multitude of ways
 54° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 54° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 53° 
mila splawska
she pulls a cigarette out of the box
click
fire emerges from the lighter
she lights tangible death
breathe in
2, 3, 4
her heart still hurts
breathe out
5, 6, 7
the pains a little duller
breathe in
2, 3, 4
breathe out
5, 6, 7
smoke pours out her lungs, out her mouth
if only her pain could be expelled in the same way
breathe in
2, 3, 4
(im sorry)
breathe out
5, 6, 7
 50° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 49° 
David Nelson
Love is

the only thing

known

to never

bite

until

it's

dead

Gomer LePoet...
 48° 
Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
Breakdown?
Breakthrough.
 48° 
Pluto
Emptiness reflects off the mirror
An eternal truth rests in my empty bed
Propaganda flashes on the tv screen
The unclean window shares my view
And the drain knows my dreams
 47° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
"Protect her eyes"
She was blind
"Protect her hears"
She was deaf
"Protect her words"
She was mute
"Protect our little girl from the world"
Blind and deaf she staggered
When the world ripped the tape from her mouth
She spoke so innocently
When the world took her ear plugs out
She heard things unknown
When the world stole her blind fold
She saw things evil and good
She couldn't defend herself
The world took advantage of this
It broke her
 41° 
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
 41° 
Shadow
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
      Not shaking the grass
And every night that passes by leaves me more empty than the one before...
 39° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 39° 
Tsunami
I was a page in your book of life.
You were a whole chapter in mine.
 39° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
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