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 574° 
nivek
someone will pronounce me 'Dead'
but I will not be around.
death and resurrection -
can be kinda tough.
 339° 
Tyler Matthew
one word
just one spark, a life
one soul
just one race, divine

remember

we built a tower up to heaven
reaching up and out to Him
curious to what’s beyond
united in our purpose then

one tongue
one mind
one hand
we climbed

the tower

and was it wrong to search the sky?
to know the angels, brush their wings?
was it wrong to meditate?
to equate ourselves to kings?

and when He deemed we rose too high
He brought the tower to the ground
colored flesh and broke our tongues
with a hard hand held us down

remember
the tower

and was it wrong to search the sky
with all those stars we looked upon?
to see the truths eluding us?
to know what heaven lies beyond?
The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them.  Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
 316° 
Ken Pepiton
Tell a blue bird she is beautiful,
she will say,
I know.
Sweet.
 290° 
Naceur Ben Mesbah
He who loves
Never dies.
Real lovers let people learn from their experience. They represent an eternal school of love.
 275° 
Thomas
Azaleas in Spring
Know their blush will soon wither.
Still grateful, they bloom.
For a friend
 250° 
Dr Peter Lim
It does not bode well
  love that requires reminding
  romance has long vanished
  love is withering
 250° 
musician-of-stars
You sat next to me.
You were on your sixth slice of pizza.

I was seated next to you.
Pretending to read my book.

We both smiled...
Not knowing what would happen next.
It was the day we first met, not knowing it was just the beginning of our crazy journey.
I love you
on the hard days,
too
For my niece
 114° 
Ryan Dement
tragedy,
like joy,
gets built
in tiny
parts,

so you can
never track
just how
it happened.

life is full of swallow hazards,
plastic pieces,
straight lines,
sharp edges.
 93° 
Poetic T
To all my contacts I'll
   not be answering anything

more.

By the time you have woken up,
               I'll be slumbering,

you couldn't have saved me,

            I couldn't even save me.

Just know that this is here to say,

                    you all meant something

but to me I meant less than a message...

  DELETE IF YOU CONCERN IS LESS...
 91° 
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
 86° 
Polaris
As the sky melted its day-colours into the air,
I watched my fingers press call, barely aware
And in the craving silence, I thought I understood
These walls, drawn to mark the distance for good.
Instead, our walls watched the weeping sunset,
Your words cooking stories on my burning upset
And in your laughter, my tears dried into tales
For a while, pain and shame became foggy details.
Cold ground, but still soaking in the sun’s descent
I don’t know our path but then, you were my friend.
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 74° 
Paige White
“Hey there! Ain’t got no bad dog, do you?”
“Oh no. Just a chicken.”

His nonchalant shuffle forward
suddenly shifted to backpedaling swiftly on our sudden puddles without delay
His throat kind of froze
As he garbled “A ROOSTER?!?“ in great alarm.
“Yeah, but he’s out back, probably still hiding from the storm.”
I hope he has a blessed beyond all measure rest of the day. He sure gave me a chuckle from his obvious prior experience with a mean rooster. He’d have probably had the same reaction if I’d said oh, just my pet Rottweiler lol 😂
 65° 
Rajinder
A poem is born of a peapod
pierced by a nail. The shell secretes tears.
An eye grows on crooked thumb
seeds go asunder slipping through fingers
a slimy worm wriggles in mind
a caterpillar is born of the pen
powdery syllables settle on wings
a butterfly mates with o's and a's
impregnating a rhyme.

1 June 2020
 63° 
Afreen
The air grows crisp,
as the emotions for him
become dense.
Reliving the suffocation,
of the soul, as he fought
for his life
in the hands of
the spawn of the devil.
Together with tarnished
memories the world,
moves with weary steps.
For the sequel
of justice.
The human race is one. There are no divisions among us. Skin does not make us inferior or superior, Your intellect and behavior does. Deep down inside, all our blood is red. There is no difference among us we all are of the same race, THE HUMAN RACE.
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
 60° 
Elaine Yu
I am a child in wildness
open the ignorant eyes
see the endless plain
with green grass
and rolling mountains
A blue river
flows through
freely

There is
no panic
no bullying
no dispute
only life
breathes
freely
 57° 
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
 56° 
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
 48° 
Eva
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
 46° 
Rupert Pip
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.
 45° 
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
 42° 
xavier thomas
YOU WILL HEAR US 👂
YOU WILL SEE US👀
YOU WILL RESPECT US✊🏾
PERIOD.
I want change so my kids can live in peace, better than I am right now
 42° 
FreeMind
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground


-FreeMind
December 1, 2018
#67
 41° 
Amanda Sant'Anna
I want to swim
In a ocean
That tastes
Like him.
 39° 
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 38° 
Chameleon
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
 36° 
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)
 35° 
Chesta
Hereafter, shadows move
All across the meadow, blue.
In this box, this corroding tin
Light seeps out as I move in

I feel discouraged
I light a fire
I drag my feet
Across a wire

Sun sinks low, this howling eve
The lavender scented air I breathe
To the depths of bottles drank
There's no God here for me to thank
 34° 
Erika
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 33° 
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 33° 
loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 33° 
rk
just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.
- only you have the uncanny ability to make me feel so incredibly forgettable.
 31° 
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 30° 
rose hopkins
Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?
for BLT's word of the day challenge , the word is "compunction" . my poem aimed at Derek Chauvin.
 29° 
jas
never felt so alone
stuck in my room
such a dark place
never felt so cold
chills run down my spine
 29° 
Eva Tell
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
 29° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 29° 
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
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