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 410° 
Lara
My heart is made of stars

They seem so small watched from the earth
But they are big
-
Living in the universe

Knowing where their place is
and when it’s time to come down to earth

Our heart is full of joy
Full of sparkle
Full of lightness

My heart is made of stars
-
What about yours?
 328° 
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
Trees stay rooted

Sway in gay abandon

Bracing for the storms

Giving what they can
 200° 
Theia
tonight
only you
will
do
 189° 
Francie Lynch
I watched the bus drive down its route
With all kinds of fares on board;
Heading to some stop;
Each on a personal journey,
As important as any you've got.
The cord will pull,
The door will open
To let some traveller off,
As another steps into the bus.
On and on,
On and off,
They travel on their routes.

I used to ride a bus,
And I knew this back then;
Then I forgot for far too long,
That I'm still on my journey too.
You don't know me,
I don't know you;
Yet,
We'll see our journeys through.
 175° 
John Destalo
what if
everything

was less

it was not
a race

to have more

what if
this god

said

accumulation
was a sin

and most
everyone

believed it

what would
become of

everyone

would we
have more

together
 160° 
Sadie Grace
someone take my breath away

with love
not hate
 131° 
Shin
I don't want to go
to heaven.
I just want to see
the sunset
reflect in your eyes
one last time.
Folow up to Lust and to Love. The final piece of a short trilogy of poems worked on from 2014 until today.

Part 1, Lust: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/724559/lust/

Part 2, Love: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3345861/love/
 94° 
Masha Yurkevich
#43


It doesn't get
easier

You get
STRONGER


Keep on going.

Don't give up.
 82° 
Edward
Ask God to become the lit battle ram.
That breaks through all of this darkness.
Ask him to make you the one that is here.
To lead others out of this evil darkness today.
Ask him to make your life a testimony to God's Grace.
Ask him to help you to become that person today.
That makes others life see Gods hope more clearly.
 80° 
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.
 72° 
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
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.
 65° 
Nat Lipstadt
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The Instigation:
Edmund  Black, commenting on “weary weighted,”

I agree with Kim; This is poetry at its best :)“

<•>

both of you shush!

there is no “better” in poetry

mine yours theirs, alive or not,

just gasps tears and blood
whimsical smiles and isles
cuts and burns of pained revelations,
hidden in fog,
that words try to delete away,
through the shrouded mists of
human tissues,
unconstrained by the
bounded shape
of the human cell,
our first, our own
self-imposed jail

tissue, too,
baby soft, or,
purple beating majestic bruised blotches
by those weaklings whose
kindness never
fully developed;  
or old man mine whose
skin cells erodes, so poems and light
weary weighted, lightly flake off
for your “betterment”
mostly tho for worse

good humans all await,
in patientce lightly hidden,
residents of dark sunspots
in the glaring existence exposer
of the unlit lighthouse whose time will come

they get it

how we get there unimportant

get there

GET THERE

get there
that is the poetic
mission critical

no path best or style preferred-
no compare just, but,
any path that
lifts and elevates,
to the commonplace


the common place

where all costarred, universal,
where common is the temple mount
of highest praise, holy smoke rising,

a place that
that discloses and closes,
is scribed/described honestly as
a connective,
which is the simplest
successive

call my poems,
blessedly common!

that an honorable,
so gladly accepted
and
so much more meaning-full
than merely best or better



for that,
I’d gladly weep,
for no praise
ever been
bettered





8/2/18 406pm
on the jitney to my isle
the instigation: Edmund black › “weary weighted, I agree with Kim .... This is poetry at its best :)“
 56° 
Maja
when people ask,
they don’t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.
 51° 
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.
Do I believe in Destiny
Do I believe life is a dream
Do I believe in reality
Questions in life
I wonder
 50° 
Lee
i don't understand it
but i can tell it's beautiful
 48° 
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
 47° 
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
 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
 41° 
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.
 40° 
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
 40° 
IntoTheGale
How could he not taste the goodbye
In her kiss,
He thinks
As the street lights splinter
Into prisms through
His tears

He touches his lips,
But the ghost of her
Is already fading.
‪Ever felt so emotionally drained that you just... can’t?‬

‪• can’t cry, ‬
‪•can’t sleep, ‬
‪•can’t think, ‬
‪•can’t focus, ‬
‪•can nothing.‬



‪You simply

Can’t.‬
 37° 
Veda Laurenski
I am a musician
And a poet
And an artist.

I have the ear
And the mind
And the eye.

Which has qualified me to say,
Your heart and mind and physical design
Are beautiful in every way.
 37° 
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)
 36° 
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° 
nyleda
i'm going to let this stretch
slowly
dangerously

and hope
that when it breaks
and snaps

the pain
won't be too much
06.01.2020
 32° 
Valmir Zimberi
Two men on the road.

One white
The other black

One with the Bible
The other with the Qur'an

Why is it important?

After all they are seeking the same.
Build bridges, not walls.
 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° 
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.
 30° 
Riley OHalloran
you are as pretty as a star,
but unfortunately,
just like that celestial body,
you’re also a million miles away.
 30° 
Khadro Jama
Here’s my story!...
You matter!
We matter!
Humanity matters!
I am tired
Of constant living in fear
You tell me:
“I am a citizen”
You have Rights,
Then take away my rights!
I was socially profiled,
Arrested and booked!
It took me 3 years
I’m still catching up.
I was arrested because I had never had a record!
Black live matter
Not to be prosecuted before the judge.
You took an oath to protect and serve!
Black lives matter!!!!
I was socially profiled, I was accused, I had no forms Identification and I was arrested and transferred once cuz they didn’t want the trouble. Held for 12 hours( I was sober as mf)
 29° 
Owl
Yes, I'm a night owl
But I don't burn the midnight oil
I have my own way
 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° 
the black-rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
 28° 
Emily
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
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