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 250° 
kristian
I remove the dagger,
which had found its way
where my ribs meet at end.
 97° 
justoneman
I’m sick of all these love songs
Written about another
Sonnets and odysseys
Desperate for a Lover

I want to enjoy the silence
Nihility subdue
Equally alone
As I am with you

I try to reflect Compassion
A metric of good health
Psuedo-neo Truism
Learn to “Love Thy Self”
 65° 
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)
 64° 
Lexie
Press me against you
Like flowers in a book
 57° 
zozek
As you hit the keys on the piano
your hands dance with the rhythm
And retain a mystical aura
The alluring tunes of your music awaken the fire flies
As you play they glide
Creating a shimmering glow of aurora
 49° 
David P Carroll
Palestine needs
Freedom and
Peace and liberty
A peaceful
Country that
Needs to be
Free and  
Love and equality
Palestine is
Occupied and
This is what the
Whole world can see.
Free Palestine.
This is like the French coming over and taken over and
Saying New Jersey is French now all Americans get out.
 31° 
Sam Tate
Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.
 30° 
Luna
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
 29° 
John Prophet
Sea of
uncertainty.
Quantum
verse.
All options,
possibilities
play out.
Universes
floating on
fluctuations.
Quantum
vibrations.
Fluctuations
of mathematical
probability.
Multiverse
never ending.
Adrift on
nothingness.
Phasing
in then
out.
Creating
then
reabsorbed.
Endless
variations
on a
theme.
Let
Schrödinger's
cat
decide!
 25° 
Hope White
I poison my own wells
And wonder why
The neighbors are still sick,
Even after I've given them
Some water.
 25° 
Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
 23° 
Ben Palomino
I converse with
The voices in my head

They talk slowly
So their guidance isn't misread
I have a few drafts. Not sure if it needs more or if short is better
 19° 
Janna B
Play with forgiveness
Consider it indeed.
Allow it, enable it
and, dear self,
be freed.
 16° 
Lye
I’m buried in a cocoon of stories
From poetry,
To biographies,
To dystopia,
And romance
So many stories
Of so many people
Real,
Or just figments of the author’s
Imagination
Sitting atop wooden bookshelves
Waiting for the right person,
To pick them up
And get lost in their story
For everyone has a story to tell,
Some are overly exaggerated,
And other’s are rarely heard
The important thing is
That we share our stories
Through word of mouth,
The internet,
Or in a notebook
To be found by future historians
Tell your story
Believe me, you won’t regret it
 16° 
Aimée
Did I ever really love you?

Or did I just want to make sure that someone loved you?

Did you ever really love me?

Or did you just love the idea of me?
 15° 
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.
 15° 
shatteredpoet
i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together
 15° 
Lexie
When I say your blow
Struck me to the core
Know, I am not a soft caramel center
Not melting in your mouth
I am the center of a young star
Holding it's own in the sky
 14° 
Frances Raeburn
I will take back my words
now
in case you should stop
someday
soon
and see them standing
starkly
before you
 14° 
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.
 13° 
Molly
It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.
 13° 
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
 13° 
Heather
She loves me
He lusts for me
They need me
You long for me
But I am alone
 12° 
Enoch
Is that really you?
I now see all your flaws,
Is that really you?
Because of love, I was blinded to them all,
Is that really you?
I thank God I saw on time.
Is that really you?
Because I'm sure your flaws wouldn't cancel with mine.
love loveblinded flaws
 12° 
Suresh Gupta
BLISS

05/24/2019



in death lies the seed of birth,

so as we are cradled in one form,

so shall we be cradled in another.





no reason for dismay,

no cause for anguish
 12° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 12° 
Azra Ajmal
Little poetic mists ;
Fell on; to remind
the might of words
That could make
A blowing change
To the inner you
From you.
We are the strength within us
 11° 
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.
 11° 
sancus
you take all of the
stars in the night sky with you
whenever you leave.
 10° 
Özcan Sh
I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.
 10° 
zoe
say
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..
 10° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 9° 
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 9° 
a silent chaos
Is pain considered a drug when you keep coming back for it? For more?
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