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 537° 
CursedIndigo
My lips melt together.
While the pen melts with my hand.
 244° 
Tete Rudo
When you are true
To Christ
You live life
To its fullest
And enjoy a life
Of no regrets.
 240° 
By M
And so, she gave herself release.
A slow gentle tear made its way down her scarred cheek and fell.
It froze midair and shattered on the frost coated Earth,
next to the still cooling corpse.
The girls rubbing her arms,
trying to coax life into her.
But there was just bleak nothing.
The tears fell faster, freezing faster,
until her eyes froze shut.

And so, the scarred, frozen, broken girl laid down
to die with her companion.
The world mourned No One
As No One became a lifeless shell.
 239° 
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
 238° 
esther fraser
you said you loved me a week ago,
now you moved on.
 220° 
Jaxey
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
giggling
and leaving my lips
tingling
I miss her already
 204° 
Lyra
it's been a while,
stringing words to unravel the mind.

picking up the pen again,
the familiar feeling of secrets shared,

i missed you, old friend.
 195° 
tmh
So many old memories ruined by the bandages wrapped around my wrists to hide the sins I used to commit on myself
 190° 
Azathoth
I am a prisoner to the rings magic,
As the elves sing a tale so tragic,
A fellowship of friends embark from the city of elves,
And on the path to a red glowing ****.

He gave me this ring with fear in his eyes,
A powerful magic that filled our heads with lies,
I must throw it into the fires of doom,
No matter the cost,
Leaving the shire, i must depart soon.
For I am a Baggins,
And we may wander,
But never get lost.

Look for me in the sky,
Look for me under the ground,
Look for me on the back of an eagle,
You will find me going westbound.
Just a small one about Frodo :)
 167° 
Lila Timberwolf
It is hard
To write
When all the words I want to say
Are scrambled up inside
Poems about love and betrayal.  
It just seems so overused
But no matter what
It is hard
To write
Anything other then about that.
 157° 
Traveling Stranger
A busy bee knows no sorrows.
They fly from flower to flower
collecting the pollen to spread to other foliage.
The little bees are oblivious to the
sorrows around them.
They are too busy to know.
Perhaps I should be more like them?
 130° 
Feelin' Lucky
That's the good thing.
A poem every day.
 130° 
Makumi
How the birds at dawn remind me of you
Their glorious tweets and magical chirps
Sweet music that lingers in my mind like a spell
Yours is a voice that leaves me mesmerized
A voice like the heavenly harps that leaves me dazed
 120° 
James Heinrich
You whispered softly
''Don't give up on me''
I replied emotionally
''Don't you worry baby''
But you left me unexpectedly
My heart was left unsteady
You're not with me physically
But my heart will still be yours for all eternity
Hi i'm kinda new to this site
Would be glad to take on some tips and advices
Thanks for having me
 120° 
david carver
gtg
i say “gtg”
but i’ve got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
it may seem like we’re connected
but it’s just the signals between our devices
in reality, between us there is radio silence
“i’ve got to go.”

sorry.
 114° 
sandra wyllie
Look at it
Go on
There’s a “hi”
in the middle
and the t comes before
the s
unlike the alphabet
it’s “his”
it “is”
and that’s **** special
if -
your him
you could be
it is
and the “I”
See
 101° 
sarah
you said you loved me
and i let you lie
 99° 
Tierramxrie
Lately I’ve been really thinking. How can we love someone unconditionally but can never apply that unconditional love for ourselves? We need that love too. I wanna love me to the moon and back. I wanna be comfortable with loving myself to the fullest.
 88° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 87° 
kate
.
sick of chase
cant.
breathe.
without your help
why did you have to
let me drown?
 80° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
 79° 
Nie
Every word has a meaning
But every silence has one too.
At this time of the day
When children gather to play
There is no one in my street
There is no noise heard
No hint of anger or laughter
No names resound
The wind flows by gently
Listlessly
Without moving a leaf
Or raising any dust
Or striking a door
The silence is unbearable
What have I done to earn this quiet!
I am scared
I never asked the children to keep away
Their presence kept me alive
Gave me a reason to breathe
To eat and drink
Tonight
I shall try to sleep if I can
Tomorrow I shall ask of them
Why did they all abandon me?
Why did they?
 72° 
Alexys Marie
kisses like the softest
  
    n    
         o    t  
                    e    
                       s

off grand piano
  
     k
          e    y
                    s

play my foolish heart
like your piano

     p  l   e   a
                       s  
                          e
 72° 
K Balachandran
fathomless cosmos,
is in an ecstatic trance.
we are in its dream!
Fan
used to cool when hot
come in hand and electric
a rooter, a fan
 67° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 64° 
Maria Etre
I read my horoscope
each morning
thinking I have a glimpse
into the future

Little did I know
that stories change
when the writer
does
 62° 
Amaris
My love, I see you walk in rays of light
Crowned in gold, a wondrous sight
You hold me close and my heart takes flight
 60° 
Chris
Luck is the way to success.
Love is the way to happiness.
Work is the way to both.
Suffering, suffering is the only way to greatness.
Ripping off R.Frost What you gon do? :)
 59° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
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 55° 
moon
the first time i saw you that day,
your eyes were red and beneath them were puffy.
you blinked slowly and stared off into nothing.
i'm sure you were thinking of either nothing or everything,
maybe both at the same time.
i couldn't help but reach out to hold your hands.
 53° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 52° 
Esmé
Slipping and falling
apart
Brittle and frail
bones
Can I return this vessel?
I need to go home.
-elb-
Living with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome
 52° 
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
 52° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
once upon a time…



only once?

she asked



yes once was enough & there is hope it will not be repeated over

the evil of it all



which time?

i am sure you remember…



prayers are spoken each hour

the bell rings



once upon a time..



only once?

she asked



no, it happens all the time when folk are kind all the time



it comes in layers like a trifle pudding

yet more important than a mere dessert



prayers were spoken each hour

the bell rang



once upon a time
 50° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 48° 
silentwoods
Winter springs
into summer,
Quick
as the setting sun.
Summer falls
into winter
Slowly,
and then all at once.
 48° 
aarbirb
drifting through
a sea of stars,
my fingers
trace each one as if
your skin is sprinkled
with flecks of gold.
also about the same theater boy haha
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