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 674° 
Jeffrey Robinson
Painting a black 
rainbow underneath 
a falling sky, it's mist 
consumes and eradicates 
your last breath, your 
last hope. 

They pour the drink 
you are forced to drink, 
and feed the flesh you 
are forced to eat. 

Taught to be stupid, and 
raised to be nothing, 
what's left to do, except 
make a noise so loud, fame 
will hear you. 

Your dreams will tell you what to do. 

bang 

bang 

Congratulations
 491° 
allanbrunmier
stars all glittering
dwarfing imagination
we don’t even spark
 306° 
CK Baker
the red wine stops fermenting
a young man turns to gray
the voice of truth and promise
leads one and all astray

he follows with a notion
of what may be ahead
that voice of truth and promise
has risen from the dead
 285° 
Marquis
It's kinda cool how when life is normal
rainy days make me lethargic and unmotivated.
But when life is hard and I'm struggling
rainy days are the greatest comfort,
as if the earth is crying with me
saying that I'm allowed to feel it all
 270° 
ok okay
I want to cry
But its too late
Light will arrive soon
My mind will be astray
I won't be able to smile right
They might turn me away
But if I dream tonight
Maybe just for an hour
I could pretend
That everything will be okay
Everything is ok, okay?,
Better* *late
than    not
Ever.
 250° 
Connor Payne
Last night I dreamt
With my eyes wide open
It’s becoming second nature now
As I sit all night and quietly mope ‘n
Think back through all the scenarios running through my head, of any wrongdoing
Please let me go to bed
My mind will not seize to stop
All these thoughts so vivid and bright
There’s no need to sleep now for it is broad daylight
Do I try to not lie and cry and wish to die
In my room that resembles pig sty, no of course not why? look me in the eye
What is it you see
Sadness city
it’s population, 3
The people that live there are,
I myself and me.
If you miss the train,
I'm on.

Buy the next ticket,
I won't be gone.
 240° 
The Dybbuk
Dr. Seuss used to live in my city,
Where the trees are triumphant truphaloos.
Acid rain falls to make you more witty,
and the world shakes with the weight of your dues.
"Still, laugh along with everyone," you'll say,
And the ground will tremble beneath thy hooves
So with that turn to see the palm trees sway,
and chuckle when the sky above you moves.
Yes, Seuss' friends don't wander in the streets
they're far too busy strolling in the woods.
The smells of all Balboa take their seats,
So now, make the exchange, and drop the goods.
I see the world now through a dead man's eyes,
so now upon the world a new sun dies.
 212° 
Sterling Kelley
my body is flowing as the leaves fall off the oak trees
the sweetness of an apple
touches the tip of my tongue
as the hands of forgiveness wrap me in a soft embrace
the promise
of autumn
 157° 
Ghostfeather
Marry me, Reaper.
Until Death do us part.
 150° 
Raquel B
I’m at a point where everything hurts
I no longer have that one person to cry too
There too caught up in other things
That aren’t me
And that’s ok.. but soon enough
Just try and find me
 146° 
Farhan
Devil died.
He found himself alone.
In heaven.
Out of the misery and hatred I see all around, I see devil as the least sinner.
 143° 
Artemis
I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you
 136° 
Zeya Khan
All of a sudden
Everything seems to be falling apart when lust strikes,
And i get destroyed,
each and everytime
the vicious cycle repeats itself!
 116° 
Jazz
In a realm of forest fires
Flames woven with broken promises and snapped heartstrings
I hope to be reborn a birch tree
Symbolic for new beginnings
 108° 
Ell Street
the sunrise wept,
kissing all four corners of her room.
desperately illustrious,
dragging out the emotions we conceal within.
taken aback by the sheer beauty,
the tears began to lull.
a sudden stillness ; peace,
washing away the grief of that night.

she traced my fingertips,
eyes like moon pools of water.
oh how precariously balanced were her tears,
upon her lashes they sat,
comfortably uncomfortable.

her warmth, her gaze, her breath.
the addictive enticement,
enhancing the tense seconds
ticking by on that old grandfather clock.
as we both sat,
reminiscently replaying.
 106° 
Chris Saitta
Garden of Gethsemane, under your Mount of Olives,
The green-pitted translucence of night, where Christ,
Seer-in-knowing, writhes at the split seed of fission,
Break of night into the morning blossoms of Hiroshima’s ash,
Of mercurochrome and zinc oxides and the red snow of skin,
And his resurrection, forever once-again, in atomic flash,
The smells of honeysuckle and hay of manger,
And his breath of molten potash.
 104° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 96° 
Kendra
I'm not her
she is pretty
I'm sun worn
She is kind
I am harsh
She never speaks her mind
I don't care how you reply to mine
She is perfect
I am far from it.
#different
it's almost poetic
the way you look at me
with such anger,
with such hate,
Isn't it great?

Oh it's poetic
when you set me on fire
and burn me to the ground
with your eyes

You're so poetic
when you give me a smile
yeah you burn me alive
but I love it
and I love you

but
I'm so pathetic
because I still need you
and I'll freeze
without you
 87° 
Aubree Groves
i’ll get sick
and lay around

make some ramen
then leave it out

get so caught up in the warmth
and wonder why i never feel it

i havent seen the sun since last weekend

i should really go out
but all this snow keeps me confined

that’s my comfort

all the things i’d do if it wasn’t so cold

if there wasn’t this much snow
 72° 
PS
What attracts me the most is intelligence,
You had all of it.

What allures me the most are eyes,
Yours lit up all the time.

What impresses me the most is knowledge,
You knew.

What makes me happy is compliments,
You were full of it.

What arouses me the most is confidence, You never lacked it.

What saves me from darkness is hugs,
You gave the best ones.

What breaks me the most are lies, unfortunately that's all you ever said.

~AllTheLovePS
 66° 
Floor
All I want is for what we have to be real
 66° 
Chelsea Rae
I don't know what it is about me,
I must look like a wild animal,
Because these men think they can tame me.

I am not a fire you need to put out.
I am not the mustang you need to corral.
I can't be ridden, I can't be roped in.

Love me free or let me be.
 63° 
Julia
Then, out of nowhere,
I sat up in the dark
and started to sing
soft notes unnamed
giving and taking
just enough air
to reverberate
my heart
and muster
my soul
until silently singing
I headed for the door.
 62° 
Mari
Why can't my
Heart be empty?
 58° 
Tess Murray
drip drop
who knows
which will be
the last
like breath
no one ever
knows
no one ever thinks
to appreciate
either
 58° 
Irene J
I wish we never meet as friends,
So we can fall in love as strangers.
Maybe in another life.
After a real battle you won’t brag.
You’ll teach.
 53° 
Robert D
Pain doesn't scare me
I am scared of not feeling
The pain anymore
 50° 
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!
Explanation 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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 50° 
unnamed
With eyes the embers
Of wildfires
She approaches
Igniting the night
With raw curiosity
 47° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Nothing matters,
Faster, Faster,
I pedal away,
To a bright new day.
Gives me wings to fly,
Every terrain I want to try,
Also chase the blue sky.
With the fresh open air,
As it messes with my hair,
I cycle everywhere,
In the woods, on a street or cycle track,
Here, there and back,
Up the hill I huff and puff,
Going up is tough.
Oh,what freedom!
Like the joy of stardom,
My mind crystal  clear,
Lots I discover as my bike I steer.
Round and round the wheels go,
In the sun, rain or snow,
Every moment I relish,
Never to end I wish.
18/11/2019.
 46° 
Umi
I wish to be free,
A dream of a stormy night,
a snowy meadow kissed by the moonlight,
When wind dashes and dances across the fields
When everything is asleep
I wish to depart.
And just be.

~Umi
 46° 
Tobe Rune
Google maps says
it will take me
21 days to
walk to you.
Just enough time
to break the habit
of thinking
that I need to.
 45° 
Anna Freshour
even in your arms,
you've been out of touch.
 43° 
Leanne
#28
I miss you.

I want to hug you.

Cuddle with you.

Kiss you.

I want you.

You might not be perfect in your eyes,

But you're perfect to me.

I love you.

Every "imperfection' you complain about.

Beautiful.

Perfect to me.

I love you.

So much.

But hey, you probably don't want me anymore.

I'm annoying, stubborn, refusing to do things.

Sorry.
Brand new whisky dreams.
I know now why people drink.
To feel warmth and heat.
It dissipates into smoke.
A smooth defeated finish.
A tanka dedicated to my first experience with hard liquors - scotch whisky
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