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 946° 
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
hidden
in my heart
that belongs
to him
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 424° 
Catherine Bailey
Eternally waiting
      For that day of coming
Where sheโ€™ll say, โ€œI missed youโ€
                 And melt in my arms
 340° 
Xin
His silence was much painful than these open wounds.
A Silence that say he is no more.
 332° 
Carl Gene Hardwick
I born.

I live.

I die.

No one.

Cry.
 301° 
Betty
The winds of change

Are blowing

We need to hear them sing

Open up and listen

To alarm bells as they ring

Learn from this experience

Like we never did before

This virus isn't kidding

It's already gone to war

Casualties are many

No-one wants a million more!
Stay Inside
 250° 
jeffrey conyers
Here will I be?
Waiting for you to see.
That love is here.
(That love is here for you).

You speak of all your dreams.
Really about everything with the truth.
And I am living proof.
And like before I wish the best for you.

Still here will I be?
Waiting for you to see-(To see)
That the man you deserve
Is standing before you.

Happiness has avoided you.
But you apart of the blame too.
Just chasing the wrong guy.
I have seen this so many times-( right before my eyes)

While hoping you wake up in time.

Oh, here will I be.
Here will I be
Yes, waiting for you to see me.
 220° 
Mohammed Arafat
I am going out to pay my dreams a visit
It will be short, upping my thumb
They tell me words and I tell them some
I shanโ€™t be late, you too come?

Arguments will happen and begin
They or I might sulk
At the end of today
I want them to win
not over me, but over their fellows.

Mohammed S Arafat
28-03-2020
 182° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 178° 
Rupert Pippingford
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.
7am  morning cuppa
Reading prayer
Breakfast
8am keep fit
9am wash dress
10 am walk .
12.30 lunch .
1pm housework
3pm cuppa .
3.30pm art .
5pm tea .
6pm clear up .
7pm TV .
10 pm
Reading prayer .
Bath
Bed
 139° 
izzn
because of us,
this world is dying,
this world is sick,
so what if
this pandemic
is a just a calling
for our own greed?
During this trying times, we are all the same. Everyone is vulnerable to the virus, be it the rich or the poor or the one in between. So, let's try our best to take care of each other, to take care of the world, by taking care of ourselves first. Yes, by just staying at home doing nothing, we might feel hopeless, we might feel helpless. But the only way to get rid of this pandemic is for us to stop being selfish buy buying things all to ourselves without thinking of others. It is enough for us to stay healthy, stay safe, and stay home. I love you all and let's hope this will end soon.
 131° 
Maja
Everything comes at a price,
but itโ€™s not always the one buying
that will have to pay
People do bad things without having bad things done to them. Instead, other people suffer because of the actions of other people.
Life is fair, to some more than others.
 129° 
Isabella
He claimed another life today,
That horrible thing called Death.
He took their beating heart away,
He took their final breath.
 126° 
Shadow
It's time to stop your wails
Your shrieks and your tales
Of this wretched virus here
Do other things please my dear
This site is plagued by these words
"Coronavirus! Covid-19!"
God, how long has it even been?

I understand that lives are lost
But it will end whatever the cost
So stop writing about it here
There are other places
For these lifeless "poems"
In all honesty I'm just fed up with the amount of covid-19 related poems that I see growing like tumors on this site, I've come here to have a break from the news not to get more insight to what's on it. These are the reason good poems barely show up on the front page nowadays - they get flung aside by the endless waves of non poems and coronavirus related ones.
 123° 
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
 112° 
chlorine
Itโ€™s 12:50
Iโ€™m falling asleep
loving deep, a bystander
to a subtle hearts critiques.
I have no idea what to title this
 98° 
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)
 95° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 86° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 80° 
wu kong
my fingers have traced love messages onto her skin

and my tongue has grown addicted to the sweetness of her name

my arms have felt what itโ€™s like to embrace the universe

and my entire being has undoubtedly recognised that weโ€™re one and the same
 77° 
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
 70° 
Ben Palomino
Whatโ€™s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist
Couldn't think of a title
Brain died
 69° 
FrankieM
Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
you,
you
are
the
f
i
n
e
s
t
of wine
 64° 
Stained Glass
The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
 62° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย to you,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I was
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. โ™ก
 57° 
lX0st
I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance
 56° 
Words' Worth
Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
 47° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 47° 
Mike Hauser
I'm afraid
We're going to isolate
Even further than we are

If we don't get a grip
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Being all I, me, mine
Where we spend our time
Inside our solitary rooms

This constant creep of self
Will soon be our death
If we keep humming this crazy tune

Our social butterfly
Has up and died
Cut off in mid-bloom

The once abundant life
Took to flight
With nothing much to do

But to isolate
I'm afraid
Even further than we are

With no flotation devices left
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third
 46° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
 45° 
Zzz
at the most lonely of times,
i look up to the stars,
watch the moon glow,
and sing to the night-blooming flowers
that hide with me in my secret garden.
mother nature
 43° 
Hamad
I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown

my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.
 42° 
Luna Maria
the silence
hurts more
than the
words
I get replaced so easily
 42° 
Gray
you get a call
itโ€™s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
itโ€™s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you donโ€™t know how to feel
he says heโ€™s done the bottle
(you donโ€™t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you donโ€™t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon
based off the time when my friend called me during a suicide attempt
The streets are bare as
the cherry blossoms still bloom.
Life will carry on.


A walk in the woods
will still be enjoyable,
while six feet apart.


Slow down and observe
the beat of nature, for it
is good for the soul.
Three Haikus I wrote because I was inspired during these crazy times
 42° 
Sunstrike
The Restriction of Movement was extended for another 14 days.

Another 14 days to overthink this existence.
 41° 
Chris Saitta
When I die, I will miss
A womanโ€™s long hair in the wind,
Not a timeless thing, but a thing
Without concern for time,
The way Rome always reminds
Of Greece, and Greece reminds
Of salt air and vines.
 41° 
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.
 40° 
Julia Hicks
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
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