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 1340° 
Mitzy
My tears turn to crystals & glisten pain!
 686° 
jac
Cute
cruel and hideous
self absorbed huge thighs
a pity invite
watches an assembly line
screams I love you
surrounded by cubicles
another walking grave stone
another useless millennial
 431° 
Forbiden Fruit
Her absence,
Made my whole
World
Unhabitable;
 417° 
patty m
Cupped hand on chin watching
people having a good time on Lennox avenue.
Have you ever read a Cummings poem then read it again
and watch the content change from innocent to perverse?

In the clubs conversation swirls much like that,
flat intonation minus punctuation, do they flirt or flip you off?

In my room backlit by a bare bulb
the numbness in my arms and mind escalates;
poetry is sometimes a gift filled with healing power,
at other times its abandonment feels like a curse.  
Vague face in the mist, my sometimes talent
turns on me leaving me forsaken..  
Chasing words is like trying to catch the tail of a comet,
the symbols manifest in strange tattoos
while the alignment looks totally alien.
The hour is late and my eyes burn with exhaustion
yet I won't submit to the shadowy being
who snidely smiles and sprinkles sand.
 413° 
D Letwixt
stop trying to live in someone else's reality
as if they could know you
or contain you
the Queen and the Prince
married in splendor regaled,
the long autumn begins.
 332° 
Hunter
Say my name
One more time
The way you used to
When we were fine
The good days are gone
You want nothing more from me
But I wish you would just Say My Name
One more time
 275° 
Paulina
In order to maintain our friendship
I employ this simple equation:

I don’t tell you that I love you
+
I smile through the pain
=
self-preservation
 250° 
Steve
I wrote your number
In a little black book
Sometimes I’ll open it
And smile as I look
It’s the only number there
All the other pages are bare
But the book is full
The blank pages speak volumes.
Thinking I should have written something for valentines.
 242° 
Raven
Deep inside a forest
Hushed whispers can be heard
A creature of humanity bereft
Has got the nightlife quite disturbed

Eyes as black as blood
Reflect in the moonlight
Bare feet buried in mud
A sharp smile widened in delight

Skin pitch black
Leather to the touch
Antlers on its head
A stag in its clutch

Sharp claws caressing its snout
An unusual couple
There never was a doubt
That the stag would either
Bustle, shuffle, struggle or buckle
Instead it muzzled, nuzzles, cuddles and snuggles
All the while the creature subtle chuckles

Blending into darkness
Ready to strike and attack
You can feel each others fondness
Of him and the black feathered stag
 221° 
Jon York
She wants to be loved,
she wants to feel needed,

but most of all
she wants that feeling
I gave her that first time,

when I reacted that she
was more than I
had ever dreamt of,
that first time alone with her,
the first time,

when in that moment
I made her forget
everything. . .  

She wants to be desired
by me
EVERYDAY so I undress
her slowly
and let my hands
touch her in places where
my kisses
will soon follow.
                                                                                            Jon York   2020
 179° 
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.
 163° 
Dr Peter Lim
In democracy we breathe in
life-saving oxygen
in dictatorship
in carbon dioxide's poison
*  my friend in Canada and I have just discussed ideology
 148° 
Kate
The wind makes herself known to me
This grey Sunday
The day after love in February
She's breaking roots
My armour is cracking
My eyes drip
A cave system internal
Sits unexplored
 142° 
Eternity
when
i
have
suffered...

i
have
learned...
Life gives lessons...
 124° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 113° 
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.
 97° 
Eli
It’s beautiful,
That humans aren’t perfect.

That we're all completely flawed,
And full of mistakes.

We’re all imperfect,
And it’s a beautiful sight to behold.
 90° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 82° 
Salmabanu Hatim
i dreamt of hubby
gave red rose plucked from Eden
Happy Valentine
15/2/2020
 81° 
Jordan Ray
Maybe if we put our broken hearts together, we could make a full one.
 79° 
Dada Olowo Eyo
Get,
Out,
And,
Try!
There's nothing overly exciting indoors, anyway.
 78° 
SangaHmar
Even when the rain clouds the sky,
And it stretches far beyond, a dark pale gloom
When even a single ray of light can't shine through,
You learn to bear the pain and grind your teeth
You laugh it off, and hope the day won't repeat
 70° 
noor
i look up at the moon
wondering if you're seeing the same
or if you're seeing the sun
but one day
we will see the same
one day
we will be under the same roof
in the same bed
as lovers
who use to see different
i felt embarrassed writing this.
 65° 
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
 60° 
Little Bean
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me?
Definitely not.
 59° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 59° 
Emily
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
 58° 
Lily Priest
The world awaits
And I travel side by side
Where weary steps
Did mark the ground anew
Sunrises to sunsets.
Patron saint
Of wandered worlds
Colours dark and light,
My feet
My hands
Know foreign day
Know of foreign nights.
To see each land
Soil and sand
Lives changed along the way
Tis why I walk
Tis why I leave
Because the world awaits.
 58° 
love
I      

Forgive

You .    

To            

Forget  

You.
 57° 
Poetoftheway
Love Letters to & between Men

are composition easy, the components, blunt edged,
declarations of affection, without affectation

verses but not stanzas, are all that required,
homer direct, no fanciful piping, no trimming needed

your strength, character, manly wistfulness,
gives me leave to grasp your shoulders all about

no feverish whispers, no cloaked hush, delicately interfering,
only an “I love you man,” a simple declarative compositional

firmly pronounced, eye to eye, hand to shoulder embraces,
acknowledged with crinkly eyed smile, met with a summarizing

“me too.”



2/12/2020
2:25am
 56° 
joe machetto
how far
can one fall
?

as far
as far
is

until it
isn't
as far

as it seemed
 49° 
Shreya Ghosh
I love you
Doesn't mean I love you

It means your eyes
Are deep enough
For me to dive in
And trust the waters
To keep my secrets

It means your lips
Are never harsh upon me
And they make me happy
Every single time they open

It means your hands
Are with you always
Except when I call them
To hug me and leave traces on me

It means your ears
Never get tired of
What my lips convey
And never will , they respond

It means your heart
Has touched my heart
And they'll never get apart
Like they are in a hug for eternity

It means you are special
It means you are mine
So I can be possessive
And you'll say nothing
I can be jealous too
And you'll never see
My hand leave yours
Or our hearts leave the hug

You are mine
And you will remain mine
 47° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
 45° 
collin
blown beyond
but not between
believe in our best
 45° 
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
 43° 
Jude
i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.
 43° 
Traveler
Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
........
TT
 42° 
Amanda
Always will I love you
Always will I care
Always will I need your touch
Always will I be there
Always will I listen
Always will I be your friend
Always will I crave your kiss
Always I will until the end
Always will I hold you close
Always I will til the last of our days
Always will I be yours forever
Because you have my heart...
Always
For my every day valentine
 41° 
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
 39° 
FrankieM
He’s on his own planet
I’m content just floating in his atmosphere
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