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 1165° 
debbie
Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon.
Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.

"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.
Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly.

"Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend.
"Buffy, Buffy, I've had enoughy!"

Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch.

"Shaddap Shaddap!" her gray head shakes, quivers and quakes,
dispelling myths of flying flakes.
Dispersing moths, displaying snakes.
 290° 
Safana
We are all sons
and daughters,
Though the faith
we set our belief
is different but
we love each other,
Today, a Christian family share with me Ramadan Breakfast in Abuja. Thank you Allah, May we be united forever
 240° 
Dustin
The devil kept writing of the word of god
negating it
twisting it
finding his way out of the condemnation
of the deity's words.

Bit by bit the pitch-black ink
of his heavy dark pen,
glowed red with his wrath.

He felt alone.
He felt sorrow.
He felt fear.
All the while he was being engulfed by rage.

He just wanted to be held
to be accepted
to feel safe
to be loved.

His pride prevented him to think
that he might not be enough
that he does not deserve such kindness,
but deep inside
his dark and lonely soul,
he wishes for the woman he dearly loves.
 225° 
acacia
the jealousy in his eyes turned me on
amusement played at my lips as I kept going on
drawling on about the artistry of the cigarette and the mouth
the quick-paced changed subject, the slight look to the left and to the right
my heart warms
 220° 
Lizzie
The truth is that I wanna cry,
But instead I just shut my eyes, tight--
Pretend that everything is gonna be alright.

And people ask me if I'm okay,
But how can I answer anyway?
I'm scared of what they might say.

I lie and answer, "I dont really know--
It's just not my day and I'm feeling low.
It will be probably be fine tomorrow."

I'm tired of people but sick of me,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely.
 138° 
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)
 138° 
David P Carroll
I thank the Lord Jesus Christ for
The goodness in my life and
I cherish him in my heart
And I smile so bright
Praying to him every night
And he guide's me home
Safe and warm sheltered
From the evil coronavirus storm
And the lord Jesus Christ
Is my beautiful gift to our life
And all the blessings in my life
And his peace and love every day
And I am so very grateful today
To have the Lord Jesus Christ
In my heart every day.
Prayer 🙏🙏🌷🌷❣️
Thank You Fr Bill For Using My Prayer at church mass
 115° 
Deanne
A beautiful girl
A heart full of gold
Has evil thoughts and stories untold
She cries tears on the inside
Sadness in her soul
Deeply confused
In an unknown world
 113° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 105° 
Shiny
Sleep, dear sleep,
Why do invade me uninvited?
But why do you fail when I call you?
You've invaded my precious moments
And escaped the undeserving ones!
Why are you so partial?
Oh, I've slept myself to oblivion!
Insomnia and narcolepsy,
the duo have haunted me for years,
Now what do I do with what's left?
 92° 
Methmi Mandara
A feet was placed
Hasunohana no uwe ni
A peaceful world
Haiku
 85° 
tantan
In another world, perhaps in another universe
I will be your always
your everyday
your home
your  safe zone.

Too bad that in this world
I was your yesterday
your past tense
your regret

Too bad that in this universe
I was the one before you met The One.
 72° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 58° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 54° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 45° 
Julie
If I wrote my words of nowhere land
Inside they come to deep to understand
In every write and every sound
Beneath the ocean of digging down

If I wrote the signs of now
They talk away uncontrollably down
If and when to tap the letters
Spell of wizards will make you better

If I wrote the wounds above
To heal and touch the fidgeting frown
Mad or bad is one way back
What’s your mind, a wall of cracks
 44° 
luci sunbird
Restless indeed
Never mind the sleep I need
I can't just lie here any longer
I need to get up
Move myself about
Make a change

2.22.21
 43° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 42° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 40° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 40° 
w
109
courage is not always the absence of fear, but also the ability to confront things that can only be imagined
 38° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 36° 
Mia
You are the violin & I am your bow.
You are the mountains & I am your snow.
I am the song sheet & you are my tune.
I am the night sky & you are my moon
I hold you in my heart, I have you on my mind.

You were the elusive dream, I tried to ensnare.
I was the light you couldn't bear.
You were the moth to my flame.
we both got burned.
As our story fades into a memory.
Adieu my heart.
Until the next life.

If only you could see what I saw when my eyes beheld you. Imperfect yet loyal, brave and wild.
Goodbye my lover M
 35° 
Merope Angel
Perhaps it could be better
Or maybe even worse
Wherever this hungry letter  
Every gift has it’s curse
Revealing your truth in the end
 34° 
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
 33° 
Emma
You think you lost me,
That's onyl half true
But I can't tell
If I still love you.

I still think,
What if I told you?
What if I said,
Can we take a moment,
And pause.

Take a step back,
Or maybe two
Because I don't know,
If I can trust you

Well actually,
I don't know
If I can trust myself

Tell me what to do,
And I'll promise
To stay with you

To stay by your side
I'll tell you how I feel

And put my life,
My trust,
And my love back into you,
and your beautiful soul.
 33° 
Jonghwan Jeong
All beings
leave sufferings and joy.
To find these traces,
showing the meaning of life,
a sentry of history
a poet.
 30° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 27° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
 27° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 26° 
Styles
Honestly,
I want to spend the rest of the night,
                                        inside of you.
 25° 
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
 24° 
Chris
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Enjoy
 23° 
jeffrey conyers
God gives your strength.
God gives us love to overcome.
Death, it's tough for everyone.

For a parent losing a child.
It's a rough ride of sadness and sorrow.
When knowing your child won't be around tomorrow?

For a child reflecting back through memories.
It brings tears of joy to know that you were loved.
Especially when you had some good parents?
Yes, some good ones.
Even if they weren't perfect to some?

In your eyes, they were perfect to you.
And that's all that counts.

Yes, death, it's a tough road.

To lose any siblings hurts.
Words of comfort don't ease the pain that much.
It takes time to adapt and adjust.

We all have said I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

But scriptures lay put there is a time and there is a season.
And we aware God does things for various reasons.
 23° 
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
 22° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 21° 
ju
Cry
Tattered edge.

Hacked leylandii flicker
needle-teeth and sequins.

When foxes cry
I dream - my rag doll baby.

When foxes cry, I hold her tight -
pinch together seams.

Try to feed her. Bleed instead. Flood
her small, sharp mouth with red -

then watch the blood soak in.

When foxes cry, she screams.

When foxes cry
I dream - my rag doll baby.
 20° 
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
 20° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
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