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π—Œπ—π–Ύ'π—Œ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾,
π—Œπ—ˆ π–Ώπ—…π–Ίπ—†π–»π—ˆπ—’π–Ίπ—‡π—
𝖺 π—‡π–Ύπ—ˆπ—‡ π—‹π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π–»π—ˆπ—,
π—Œπ—π–Ύ π—π–Ίπ—Œ
𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖾
𝖺 π—‹π—‚π—ˆπ— π—ˆπ–Ώ π–Όπ—ˆπ—…π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—Œ
hey rosy cheeks,
miss being youπŸ₯Ί
Eleo C Nora
Streets open  
people roll
out of their
shells -  
stretch into
the humid
Chris Saitta
These clouds of Italy are grown on vines,
Infidels of skies, fruit bearers of wine-veined
Marble, fertile in spite of its own lifeless tableau,
Here thrives the succulent garden of the alone,
Where turns aside the burnt nape of the plowman,
Voyager of the cool midnight seas of the mind,
Up to this arable vine of sighs from outworn gods,
And hears his heart once more give up its throne.
Hugo Pierce
I hate the good days
I have no reason to feel
As bad as I do
At least on the bad days, I have an excuse.
Lea De Vera
You don't see him
The way
I do.

Like the way
He also
Sees me.

Now, you
are a

A laugh
that we
both [he and I]
No love existed in the past.
atticus wilson
You were the best friend I had over the last three years
We had our ups and downs
But you didn’t walk away when my arrogance, narcissism, naΓ―vetΓ© blinded me
Instead you waited until I healed
Had said the awful things I needed
And had moved on before you let me apologize
There’s nothing left to say but this:
Live your life
And I’ll be there to catch you should you fall
I'm dying;
But my heart is still beating.
I'm lifeless;
But I'm still breathing.
I'm crying;
At the same time I'm laughing.
Everything has it's opposite;
And I'm in the opposite side;
Waiting to be found.
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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Like a highly active volcano
I feel I will burst
No one knows it but me
I hide behind a poker face

It hurts being so tumultuous,
being vulnerable to my emotions
But I am much too prideful,
so I keep it to myself

All it takes is for one thing to go wrong,
like the shifting of tectonic plates
For the mind quake and emotional tsunami
Current events sadly
Kevin Zed
Is the bane
Of my existence
Gabriela Cintron
I love your lips
They're just so kissable

Just kiss me already
I'm still thinking of everything that followed that one kiss
the eternal quest
for happiness
resides within
seeking a life without pain
is to
seek death
to live is
to feel
the bad, the good
the boring moments
learning to embrace
Oliver Beckett
             Bleak, hopeless
Emptiness, Suffering- Inspiring, Contentment
      Exciting, Uplifting, Satisfying
          Bright, Meaningful
Diamante poem
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Shadiya Zubair U
You rock in thousands shades of
  Vibrance and Vigour
Forget it not even for a while
Let's shades of grey go astray and
There is no time to be lagging behind
So the lyrics of life be rhymed in your
own unique flamboyant style
Let it be upside down,
A little bit wrong, take no worries
But live it enjoy it up to the brim
As long as you thrive!
☘I believe that everyone should live their life up to the brim they thrive for. Sporadically it's an understatement. But live in the moment, "live the way you love the way you live" that's what all matters.
Life ain't a Fidus Achates. Life can be insane sometimes and life consists of a plethora of chaos and dramatic clichés. **** 'em up and dulcify your life with your own creativity.☘
Like a biscuit in my tea,
The golden orb dipped slowly in the sea...
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
Encapsulate your wishes
Burrow with your roots
Grow towards the sky

Spread your pollen with love
Spread your petals with grace
Grab ahold of your opportunity

For this moment you are in full bloom
Nishtha Setia
Starless dark water,
Through heaven,
Melt in field of stars,
Like a flower left out.

Riderless and dry,
Shadow on carpet roll,
With revolving sound,
In crystal waves,
Appeared like unasked utterance.

Fill the smile ,
On dull profile,
With white,
Naked and bald skull,
Drops the glitter in sky,
The Jewel of cloud
Anastasia Red
White that turns to black
A smiley face to a sad one
Positivity to negativity
Yeah I've change

There's no exits
I can't escape
Will you help me?
To bring back the old me?
good luck to you, my friend
their words are more wounding than their
fists will ever be
Tony Luxton
A walk in the park
Where there is some talk
Of raising the Snark
Misguided remark.

There is no conclusion
That I could envision
To plunder delusion
And clear the confusion

While we may contest
That theories attest
His morbid diffusion
Just leave him to rest.
I felt a connection, did you too?
Derrick Jones
Per form
Per forming
Putting yourself into a form, forming
Putting your intangible, expansive, nebulous, spiraling, luminous being
Into a format
Expressing yourself in a way that transmits
A form that transmits
Per forming
Per form
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And then I saw it,
At dusk, beating its small wings.
A guest from heaven.
My grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and today would've been her 88th birthday. She loved hummingbirds. I saw one today, at dusk, while talking on the phone with my aunt. It felt like a sign from her that she was okay, and that's she with me.
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
If we, as mere mortals, cannot grab the world
By its throat and correct it
Then how, do we
Expect our children to
Maybe if we changed ourselves
At the age that we are
Then our children will see
That anything is possible
That anything can change
That people can make things better
That happier times can come
Maybe if we changed ourselves
Alicia Moore
In the beginning of the dawn,
beings alike waited for their brains to mature.
The brain labelled itself,
and followed with alike ideas thereafter...

Oh, aren’t you as glad as I
to possess such poetic beauty now
that freely flows from
the matured control centre?
Left Foot Poet
morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars

awaken to a sunshiny Saturday,
the lazys, their coverlet of flowers,
inhibit our movements, now, as it nears
high noon, we have yet from our bed stir

August has be-come, the grass pockets
of gray and green, swaths of sunburn brown,
reveal how far along the North American
summer has poetry passed, irretrievable

reading your messages and notes from
world over, lazy licking you poems so many,
delighting, ponderous and oft heroic, as well,
weeping as too many become fallen stars

each grass blade, from earth born and returned,
the nutrients preserved in our sandy soil, intended
to nurture next summer’s poesy new birthrights,
green+browned, weep+smile, mutual contradictories

these poem best friends, passing by each other at lifecycle’s
multi-paths, metaphors for our too many morning stirrings,
most to be falling like stars that, though in motion, need not
come to rest ever, their movement attracts a one…lasting look

it nears noon, it nears this poem’s timely finishing touch,
straighten its tie, smooth its skirted pleats, a forehead
implant kiss goodbye, sent on its way to find its own weight,
no parent ere admit, it leaves, with tear-burst showers falling…

August 1

I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
kiss me under the rain.
put me in a trance where i couldn't escape.
baby, lock me in your heart.
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
Nidhi Jaiswal
I weep daily............
After weeping i feel so much relief

I feel so much relief after weeping..Weeping is need to be strong one.
It's also an exercise to remove extra burden of mind,after weep we feel in relief.
Thanks for reading my opinion.
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
Stacy Mills
I am just a phase
A temporary object in people's lives
I am option
No one's priority
If I'm that easily thrown away
why do I even exist
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
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.
a shallow girl
with innocent eyes
she holds the
element of surprise
came up with this while on the toilet. i am not ashamed
Chad Tannous
August 7th 2020

a baby was born in beirut, the day the bad thing happened. the mother named her revolution.

journalist bio: πŸ‡±πŸ‡§πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸ‘
stop giving money to lebanon’s corrupt government
The sun is setting
It's getting cold, dear
Take my hand,
I'll lead the way
Out of this place
To the sea
Or the Land
To the end
We'll drive all the way
Until we can't see
The shades of our town
Chasing us any longer
A poem every day

If my life had a theme song it would be "Romance" by MCR
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