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 177° 
Anais Vionet
(a senryu poem)

Oh, that my love were
contagious - you’d catch it and love
me, as I do you.
Ahh-choo!
 142° 
Kevin J Taylor
Paid for, this fire—My soul wrapped in flame
The burning desire of funeral pyres
The burning desire of pain
 120° 
brian odongo
I wonder if the moon cries
when a star dies.

I wonder if the moon weeps
when a meteor dives so deep

I wonder if the moon shines
when it is lonely;
I wonder if the moon loves poetry.
 117° 
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
 89° 
CADE
i'm too high to be here
and i really just want to be held
 83° 
Tyler Harper
oh, to speak akin to the music:
so eloquint, yet simple.
song-bird chronicles,
notes raging the flames from
blazing blue to calming in
yawny yellow,
the spirit dance of a mind amid
a dance-floor of strings: on a rainful day; soothing, sleepy melodies.

to the tune of nature.~
these wondering words inside of musical notations of time; a levy of streamlined audible flurescense that one can translate into written word.
a dial of sensibility.
a clock without its hands.
an angel's wings;
from the sound of a bell.
 77° 
Frances Raeburn
The flames are climbing high now
out of control
they are burning our life down
we stand
paralysed by their power
and not a one around us
invested enough
to pass a bucket of water
 66° 
Sarah
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
 45° 
JV
Every action every word that’s been spoken has me pondering if I’m doing right by me and for the future me if I’m moving like I’m in my 40’s when I’m in my twenties what’ll happen when I’m 40 will I make it there or will it all end by the time that I’m 30. I’m trying to do all that I can but it feels like it’s to much. Like what if I’m not cut out for all that’s ahead of me I have to think 5 steps ahead and really get it into my head that I have to focus on myself but sometimes I wake up feeling like I’m lost I want to cry but I can’t because I don’t know what bothers me. It’s so many things but some of it may be from the past and what’s happening to me now. I try to take it one day at a time but some days it’s still to much..
 45° 
maria
All this sadness
and no one to
share it
yours, marie
Written on January 18, 2022
 39° 
Melanie Jackson
it was never the right time
so i broke my heart
iby staying with you and refusing to let us fizzle out
i knew you would break me
knew this would hurt
so why did i let you make me take the fall
 33° 
sandra wyllie
I cried enough
nights to drown
in my sheets, so, I made
a swimming pool from my head
to my feet.

I cried enough
brine to salt the roast beef. So,
I invited some friends over
for the feast!

I cried enough
tears, so I built me a raft
to sail to the end of this world
and back.

I cried enough
over him, never to let myself
be a victim again.
 32° 
Loser
Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.
This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.
 32° 
m h John
i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
 31° 
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved
 30° 
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)
My shadow wears black
even on days when we are supposed to be "letting some colour into our life."
I look at her and she winks, then she smirks and for the most recent time, I pretend sarcasm is humour
 28° 
heyo
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
 26° 
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
 25° 
Benjamin
Surrounded by noise I am so used to

Enjoying the background as I pass through

Losing my sense of truth

All I really want to hear is you.
It's a poem of security. Living a life where you are surrounded by people but you only want to hear one voice. A voice that is truth to you, a love that stands out.
 22° 
Heather
I never know when to leave,
he told me once

if I could go back in time
I would tell him,
never
the tougher question
is when to arrive
 22° 
Nêijî
?
Loving you was a great idea
But baby,
We forgot that God has better plan.
 22° 
Josh
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
love was made for two,
but not us two tonight
 19° 
gayatri
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 18° 
Bryan Lunsford
With this poem,
I sow a seed deep within your heart,

So if time ever goes,
And you are all alone, still, we are not apart,

Because like a rose,
I want us to grow into a beautiful piece of art
Morgan ❤
 17° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 17° 
ruqayyah
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
 16° 
Kennedy
i cannot breathe.
my soul feels like it's escaping.
these clothes of yours are suddenly
too tight. suffocating. painful.
things that were big and comfortable.
things that brought me peace.
i can't bear to give them back.
to lose them would be to lose you,
to lose us.
i do not want to be a distant memory,
a fond look onto what was.
i was your present
and now i am your past.
 16° 
Eryck
There's Wishing it to be
       Wanting it to be
                 and Hoping it to be.
But instead
       Here's how it is...
                 It's REALITY.

It doesn't mean you should stop
wishing
       wanting
              hoping.
Because these are the desires
that keep us
      going
            flowing
                   forward.

Don't forsake it
       fake it
              or forget to take it
this striving in life for meaning.
        Remembering...

REALITY is what you make it!
 16° 
Sevki
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
 16° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 16° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 16° 
Deity Queen
"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."
 15° 
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
 15° 
Reese Weiden
Yen
i think there's a peculiar beauty in sadness
not the frowning, shallow, petty sadness
i mean the heavy, consuming, profound sadness
the type of sadness that ingrains itself in every aspect of life
devouring all light and pureness with dark veins of pulsing grief
but,
there is a beauty in that.
there is a special beauty in heartbreak, abandonment, grief
because you cared
a lot
and enough
for it to hurt you stab you destroy you
when that love was gone
there is a strange beauty in the way your eyes leak
for whispers of the past, an escape from the present, for salvation from the future
you can plead you can beg you can get down on your knees and sob, but,
there is a beauty in you that will never cease
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
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
 14° 
blackbiird

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

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