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 791° 
Left Foot Poet
~~~
for our boys
~~~

the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,

I love you

to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity

no, no.

it is because

the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
any of us could ever write...
~~~

July 26 2015
 670° 
Kylilin
The worst part of being alone
Is that there’s no one to share your food with.
 650° 
Brian Yule
Didn't you hear it
Insistent pounding
A distant rave
Or, more like, thrumming
A steady motor
Regulating
Growing deeper
Doppler shifting
Must be moving
Ever further
Exploring
Retreating
Heading for some farflung meeting
A severed murmur
Faintly familiar
But...
Did you not hear it
 630° 
isabel mayaka
so cold
and still
you’re so cold
and so still

why
why can’t i feel you

why can’t i feel
your heartbeat
with my ear
against your ribs

why is
your voice
so harsh
now

where
did
you
go
 435° 
michael cera
i wish i knew where you were,

the kind of love that hurts,

every night knowing im not yours.

every thought, just a curse.

watch you fade away as time turns.

every loved thing about you burns.

carry you in a heart-shaped urn.

forever mine,

but never yours.
 429° 
Mrs Anybody
i am not
going to
lie

i tried
to find
your socials

but it's like
you don't
even exist
it's frustrating, isn't it?

also check out my other poems!  :)
 344° 
Jay23
I sit by the window
overlooking a pretty garden
the laptop screen and I
awashed in the 
dull afternoon golden glow

No furrowed eyebrows
no taut forehead
no teeth clenched
no walking on eggshells
no crying

you're finally gone.
The relief I felt when it was all over
 280° 
KMarie
When I say I miss you
Maybe what I mean is
I miss me with you
I miss the me I am
When we are together
I love that part of me
That seems to wake up
When I’m with you

                       -Kmarie
 258° 
Janet Aitch
Good voice
but I'd like
to have heard some words
 253° 
JaxSpade
Is it so hard to love
To give
More than enough
To live for
God

Is it so hard
To believe
You were bought
So you could willingly slave for the Lord
And reprogram your robot

You were a thought
God sought
For his army of justice

Yeah
It's just us

Is it so hard to love your neighbor
Love your enemies
And labor for the love

Yes
It is

So hard

When you're flesh and human

To love
The habitat
That manufacturers demons

After the Good
Went bad
We became Man
And Woman

Now
it's so hard to love
When it's so much easier

To give up
 250° 
East Wind
Everything seems urgent but it's not.
 199° 
deyrah
Let's just play pretend.
...
Why don't we just say we're in love.
Let's pretend till it turns into a role play.
Till it becomes a routine.
Until we actually fall in love
...
Let's just play pretend
When yhu can't seem to fall in love!
Then play pretend
 196° 
ChrisG
The happiness in your eyes fill my void,
very temporary -
however for a split second,
I feel more human than android.
 182° 
Eternity
when my feelings
cheat on me

and travel me
to a painful past...

I stop,
strong closed eyes

breathe...
and then move on
A way i have found helping in refreshing...
 180° 
Sean Hunt
Before words form
then fall, like rain
from the mind of a  writer
splattering on a chaste page
There is no poem

Before the pieces
of someone's peculiar puzzle
are placed
precisely
on a page
There is no poem

Before the mind
of a reader
appreciates
something special
in a word salad
there is no poem

Before a reader
pretends to hear
sounds found
somewhere
between his ears
there is no poem
 169° 
Miracle Beyond Me
Walking through the wood
unvisited because it's dull
as the days of my aging,
I don't care the species
of that singing bird,
but, I am desperate
to understand
the language of its call.
 168° 
Nellie 55
I'm hurt
Don't know my worth
Got to get up and head to work
Past due bills
In the negatives
I just want to get by
About done with life
When will I be alright?
 167° 
Brie Williams
Different rhythm
In bed than him
Different melody
To you than me
A day ago
I felt alone
Now I wish
You would leave
 145° 
AMU
Your love
Is the closest to heaven
That I’ll ever get
 136° 
Andrew Gomez
I’d
Rather live with
The hurtful truths
Than beautiful lies.
 118° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 118° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 114° 
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
 83° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 76° 
Angelina
Once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky
You will stumble upon a human lacking all flaws
To you at least, resembling an angel, as if fallen
Only to be of service to your prayers, you have let go
Of the weights that pulled you below your needs
You see them, and the whole world disappears
An invisible door open only to you, you follow
The footprints they leave every step of the way
Arms embracing your deepest wounds, sealing them
With the notion of transferring your pain to them
Storing every drop of your mind in theirs, merging theirs
To the point where you have created a new mind of its own
An access point only crossed by the door with keys solely to you both
 75° 
bess goldstein
I know the lingerie is meant to be taken off, but
my nakedness makes my eyes dart quick and
count every hair on my skin.
picking scabs turns into scars that
I have yet to tell you about.
without permission, I close my eyes
as you love me in the dark and
I wonder if you’re counting too.
scared of showing my torn skin
 72° 
TurttleQuack
OCD
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Hard

Everything was
Perfect
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
Perfection
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
 67° 
Ava
When I am not with you
It's like the rain comes

When I am with you
It's like the sun rises higher

When We fight
It's like tornados and storms come and stay

When we make love
It's like the stars shine brighter

When you flirt with other girls
It's like I can't breathe and snow begins to fall hard

When we break up
It's like I can't escape you

When he falls back for me
It's like I don't care because I don't
 64° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
My notes aren't poetry anymore
They don't have the right dates

but they're special
because i wrote them
A poem every day.
20-2-20
 61° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 60° 
Day
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
 58° 
Luke Schunke
Shattered memories,
fly to my feet,
in a certain sound.

Picking up the pieces,
piecing them together,
in a certain sound.

Building a mirror,
reflecting a petty, warless me, long searched for,
ancient feelings,
and a current comparison.

Now nothing means everything to me.
 58° 
Bluebird
I love it when I can feel you watching me

I love it
when I turn towards you to tell you a joke
and find you
already grinning at me

I love knowing that you like me
Even if you don't love me
 57° 
Priya Patel
I love how you make plans,
smiling like an anxious kid
floating on clouds
that only rain for me
excited for the weekend to come
and for all the amazing places
you want to take me
Even through all your
personal torments,
you look happy

I watch you from the side
as if I wasn’t even a part of the plan
as if all my confusion and doubts
that we just talked about
was all in my head
as if you forgot
everything that was said
I watch you make plans
I feel like it’s all for you
but deep down, I know
I know it’s all for me

I wonder,
do you see what I see?
 55° 
Lisa Conway
I sit and wonder why?
I'm sat here and wondering.
Why am I wondering why
I'm sat here at all?
I'm looking for clarity
To define it all
To give me an answer to
A question
I never knew I asked

So where is the answer
To my question
At the bottom
Of my coffee cup?
Or At the end
of my garden?
I'll never find an answer
As I never knew the question

Then my mind becomes
Clear and finally
finds the clarity
It needed
To sit and wonder
Why I was wondering why
I was sat here wondering
At all

© L Conway 2020
 53° 
Michael Stefan
You never judged me for my two left feet
Your smile kept me on the dance floor
You teased me about my discomfort
But always ended with encouragement
We held each other close as the world faded
While you taught me how to dance
This poem is actually about one of my best friends Shannon.  She always wanted to go dancing with me and I refused for so long.  One day she convinced me and I have loved dancing ever since.  She's an amazing person that I owe so much to.
 49° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 48° 
milkweedangel
i remind myself
you can’t feel
a wound on your skin
as it heals
but little by little
it is

so the wounds
on my heart
must be the same

i should be patient.
even if i can’t feel it, it must be happening
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