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 433° 
Kaitlyn Marie
You feel uninteresting
Unappealing
Want to get unstuck
You strive to be part of a larger entity
But you sit and watch
 250° 
Paras Bajaj
No, we are not fine on our own,
and that's why we leave
for reasons unknown.
 182° 
Poetic Eagle
It's the silence of the night
That makes the thoughts of you so loud
Close in distance
 170° 
eugine kiprotich
What
makes tears
flow? Is it when
we feel low?
Or when
there
is
pain and
we don't know?
What does it make
it flow? Via
the checks
to
the flow,
Continuously like
a flood, Forming lines
of flour, In
the time
between
an
hour,
What
makes
tears
flow?
 122° 
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)
 108° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 84° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 75° 
JoSi931
The dead march, and the living cower,
But for a few: to the many, oathbound.
Their steel is sharp, their faces dour
Facing millions, yet no deserters are found.

The dead strike, and the living freeze.
A few hold banners, swords, axes, spears.
The day is yet theirs to seize--
Glory awaits beyond their fears.

The dead live, and the living die.
A banner flutters atop cold, grey walls.
It is seen by none.
 66° 
jasmine wild
i believe breathing in an air of love
would be the same as gasping in the
beckoning sweetness of a crimson rose on a
fresh summers day
 54° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 48° 
Poppy
Small talk is difficult
Everyone else knows what to say
But my brain just glitches
and all the words fall to the floor
By the time i’ve picked them all up
it’s too late and they’re bored
 39° 
Phantom647
None of it is as daunting as it appears.
Take a breath.
And handle it.
One
Piece
At
A
Time.
 38° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 34° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 34° 
JOY
Her mind was brilliant
her mind was not even a diamond
it was much bigger and greater than this
it was deep like the ocean, broad like the sky,
no, it was considerably further than this

It was like the place where the sky and ocean meets
where the fish and all the wild creatures occupy
where the stars and the planets spin

It was much deeper and greater than this
It has wild thoughts and incredible themes
It pictures the most marvelous scenes

she was pretty ,not only her face
but she was pretty in soul, heart, features
she was pretty like I have never seen before
she was not pretty just like me and you
she was like the queen of this world
yet she did not know.
 33° 
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 -
 33° 
Shwetha sb
when all they grow old,
practices and beliefs are getting sold
to their grandchild ,and surprisingly found some accede
looking at the past few years,
they met with themselves and never lived with tears
yeah,they cry sometimes when someone knocked them down
but they never stayed long low on ground

today, lying warm at bed,
smiling at all memories they treasured,
happy to enter for a long slumber,
and waiting to become a dream inside a dreamer...
Grand parents have time for you when everyone else is too busy..
They are like living storybook,who tells you the stories of unseen past...
Caged birds do not sing

Until they are given a voice

Do not fly

Until they learn to find their wings

But with patient nurturing,
they will grow from meek and timid things

From quivering chicks hiding in the shadows
Into a fledgling

Preparing to take flight into a sky of endless possibilities
 31° 
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
 31° 
Mark levitt
Thank you for the experience of you.
 30° 
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.
 30° 
Akta Agarwal
Fault is all mine
That's I didn't know the value of your
And have tortured you to the core
and now karma is punishing me
By giving me the punishment of loneliness,
In this whole world
Now the most loneliest person is I.
Fault is done by me so the karma will also punish me
 29° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 29° 
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.
 26° 
Kassan J Kassim
Some of us feel worthless,
hard to breathe living on the surface.
No matter what hurts us,
never forget what is your purpose.

And you're always worth it.
 26° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 25° 
solfang
I don't know
if the air on the other side
is fresher or cleaner;
all I know is,
I'm suffocating here
Gonna change to a new job for better career growth; loved my company and the people I worked with
 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
and if i die tomorrow don’t worry
i’m already used to hell
I hiked up the highest hill
To watch the sun go down
On your birthday
On a not quite full moon of April

I stared right in it with such thrill
And felt the blood neon colours
Of your departure
Rush through my veins and freezing me still

Stood in awe of this miracle I promised I will
Find an aperture
As I’m about to take on this solo adventure
Of a lifetime of dreams I’ve yet to fulfil.
 21° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 20° 
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
 20° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 20° 
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
 20° 
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.
 19° 
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)
 19° 
Strying
have no fear,
don't look back
only take words of wisdom,
from your own soul.
u are ur own inspiration.
 19° 
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
 17° 
Chris
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Enjoy
 17° 
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.
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