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 1480° 
ARAYNA
When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second
 185° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 170° 
limelight
Wanna feel my soul
Or are you going to lose control
My body and mind
Are intertwine
And you are mine

Did we seek and find
Or was this a lie
But do we mind
That our love can be blind
At times
But let me remind
That your are forever in my mind
 130° 
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)
 110° 
Ruchira
Even the fallen leaves have something to protect ....
 106° 
zozek
Now thinking about our moments together is like a stab wound.
Some scars they say “are never cured.”
Oh, the fire that you have ignited in my heart was a merry-go-round, beautifully groomed!
You always told me to lean my back to you
And as much as I can, I lean my soul and heart through
 83° 
Shamai
Poetry is
A way to find meaning
A way
To look into the soul
And find
Our true essence
When we look into our soul
We find the
Light of  
God
And
The formula
To find
Our way
Back Home
Poetry
Is just one way
Of expressing
Truth
 79° 
Nola Leech
And again, it feels like my entire world is crashing down
But deep down, I know it will get better
Hurting myself will make it worse
I'll steadily go back up
It’s not what you deserve
Hardly even anything at all
But I can’t bear to look at another missed day
3 lines, 257 days left.
 62° 
Desiree Schort
I saw her standing there
Thin and frail
Dressed in shades of violet

She was looking at me
Through the chain linked fence
Rusted in the back

Where'd you go
I wanted to know
But she was just a glimpse
 59° 
David P Carroll
I cry every night
Because I'm love
With you in life
And I think I'll be
Crying for the
Rest of my life
Because I love
You so much in life
And you don't know
How much I feel
About you.
Life 🌷🌷
 58° 
j a connor
Statues Are Strength
Their Weakness Is Silence
Broken Shapes
No More Perfection
This Cry In Time
Fades
 58° 
eden
speak to me
cruel, degrading words
i won't feel a thing

i can't feel a thing

i've gotten so used
to being used
i am desensitized
to your mindless
abuse
I need to let you go now. It hurts but it's okay. I'll be okay
The first bridge, sent me up North
I witnessed Moon landings, and Space Odysseys, come forth
The second bridge i crossed, took me to the West
Memories of beautiful Wales, at its best
The third bridge, took me to Sussex's mouth
Life, and gender changing events, happening in the South
The fourth bridge, took me to the East
Where-in lay Thailand, a beautiful temples feast
And the fifth bridge, got me talking more
A bridge in my mouth, for more jaw jaw!
by Jemia
don´t make her love you
if you are going to come and go,´

don´t tell her you´ll protect her
just to end up letting her burn,

don´t make her trust you
if you arent planning on answering her calls,

don´t pretend you understand her
just to get under her skin,

don´t make her show you her demons
if you aren´t brave enough to fight them,

don´t make her fell she is essential
if you are going to walk away,

don´t call to say goodnight everyday
if you want her to sleep when you forget,

don´t make her give you everything just to leave her empty-handed,

don´t make her believe you care
if you plan on dissapointing her,

Don´t make her yours
if you aren´t going to be hers´

Dont make her your bestfriend
if you don´t plan loving her ´till the end
Poem dedicated to the friends I lost along the way and to my fear of abbandonment.
 50° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 45° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 41° 
32x
i am mine
before i can be
anyone elses
 40° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 39° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 38° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 36° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 34° 
Ana
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
 32° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 32° 
a m a n d a
call it what you will
i know i can create life
with just this thought
alone
 32° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 27° 
Phil
She gently fades from the lilac dawn sky
Life buzzing below has passed her on by
At the precipice of forever losing the light
Once noticed by all she lit up the night
Her heart breaks from the weight of the years
A rainbow shines sparkling from her fallen tears
 26° 
Benjamin
Every second passing by
I die
trying to understand life
Not everything needs an answer.
 26° 
Biskut
Not young enough to care
Not old enough to not care
Eyes move on
Pen weeps still.
 25° 
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
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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
 25° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 24° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
 23° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
Advancing the soul,
metaphysical orc, promote
original thinking,
experience all, I need sleep.
 22° 
Blueberry Ice
Nothing to prove..
                to people
who are counting on me..
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 22° 
Palpebra
t h e  p r e t t i e s t

f a c e s

h i d e

t h e  u g l i e s t

t r a c e s
 22° 
luci sunbird
I meddle with this feeling,

that goes around and around

masking what lies underneath.

03.23.20
 21° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
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