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 640° 
Cheyenne
had I been older I'd've
probably'd've recognized
the hell in your eyes
bus I mistook it for love

had I been wiser then
as I ought to have been
I'd've known the sin
of what'd been done
 330° 
Jennifer DeLong
Looking thru the crystal ball
Wondering will it tell me
What is in my near future
Will , I find you there
Will , I find a bit of peace

Crystal Ball , I need you
Show me some magical grace
Bless me with your vision
Clarity is yours now

Reveal yourself to me
Will , I be blessed
This , I shall see.

© Jennifer L DeLong 2/2021
I love you.
I miss you.
 96° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 87° 
Michael H
Opinions are symptoms of society.
 82° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 80° 
Betty
Scratch off the surface
of anyone's mind
and you might be surprised
at the picture you find
the one that's behind the smile that you see every day
we all paint our faces but leave little traces
in shades of Dorian Gray
 68° 
Karisa
If you ate stoats, voles and weasels
I would still be able to love you
but would not like you at all
unless you were an owl.
 59° 
Niel
F
The yoga of the west
is a sort of cellization
Splitting it up ad infinum
contrary to the look
if properly observed
shows the intricate similes
bound in each island sect
 58° 
miki
i cried everyday for you
because
i thought blue
was your favorite color
 55° 
Jeremy Stacy
I’ll just deal with the consequence later
right now I’ll allow my consciousness to waver
serving up a flavor,
that tentatively turns into a vapor
is a remedy I savor
along with the marrying of a melody that influences my behavior
as the intensity of the intended entropy gets greater
Instagram jstpoetry
 53° 
Beth
whether it's real
or not
i don't think that's
any of
your business.
 51° 
My Dear Poet
I’m trying hard
not to think you’re unkind
But the footprints in my heart
have left me scars in my mind
 40° 
nicetomeetyou
We are worlds apart
Mine is bright
Yours is bitter
Mine is lovely
Yours is dull
When we meet
The heart is full
 39° 
gc
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 38° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 38° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 38° 
Emilio Valdez
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:

wallowing
freezing
fearing
aching
wishing
feeling

Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
 33° 
Paul Hobson
Cry
Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.
 33° 
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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P.s
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
 28° 
Kamal
Leave me be
Sitting in the dark
Reflecting on days gone by
Thinking of my past  
Regretting nothing but the void in my soul

Leave me be
In a swirl of chaos
Stung by abandonment
Strung by promises
Sung by melodies

Leave me be
On the verge of a cliff
Chastised by my mistakes
Chained by my wants  
Isolated by my needs

Just leave me be
I can only be me.
I think I've realized the more poems I write about someone the more toxic they are to me

Here's number 25 for you

I suppose that pales in comparison to the thousands I wrote for my first love but I've known you a lot less time

And you've never even been mine

And that's okay

Because at this rate

You never will be.
25
 27° 
aih
The moon glistens and listens

while I release waves of emotions.



Emotions nameless—

But experienced throughout the day

and escape at nighttime.

Consuming cries and restless.



The moon glistens and listens

while memories replay in my mind.



Emotions hopeless—

Surfacing from my heart

and through my soul.

Shutting eyes and breathless.



The moon glistens and listens,

while I gather myself to sleep.
 25° 
arCamm
aged with wisdom & culture
forever symbolic of love
my gentle leaf has fallen


- a.r. Camm
R.I.P. Obaachan
 25° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 24° 
Astronaut
And I wonder,
Did you do it because,
You thought I was actually good?
Or just because you knew me?
I don't know anyone on here personally but oh wellllll
- Astro
 23° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 22° 
Bill MacEachern
Emotion Ocean

It comes in waves
One moment
Drowning
Gulping for air
Wishing
The world away
An abyss of fear

Then, the tide turns
Currents change
Swimming
Doing the backstroke
Wishing
The world stay
With a blissful tear

By: Bill MacEachern
02/24/21
 22° 
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
 22° 
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
 22° 
Deep
Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.
 21° 
Rosmary Penn
But if I slit my wrists
and cry
an ocean
then you'll love me,
love me when I'm broken
 21° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 21° 
Fae Fengari
You can hear them
Stories that turn into pantomimes
Shadows dancing in his mind
Joining hands in the quiet
Breaking free when the voices come back
 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.
 20° 
Samantha Cunha
Bay
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
 20° 
Andrew Gomez
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I have to be someone’s smile today.”
 20° 
More Love
I am human
and I have lived, and breathed, and seen...
and fallen and stood,
and loved and lost.

And I seek.
And I seek.

And I breathe, and I look, and I live.

And I live.
And I love.
And I see.
 20° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Sing to me, o southern hill
where my mother lies,
she near the river
where other children
only her eyes could spy,
her fingers feel.
Willow trees, arcing oaks,
pillows made of amethyst and
amaryllis, beechnut spread,
linen spread by old Mill Creek,
cattle grazing, hazy August
afternoons, all alone was she
except in fantasy.
No love from Mother,
her Father farther
away than Ozymandias.
Tears she used
in her high tea;
no spoon had she.
She wept beneath a yellow sun,
a sister to the gentle sea,
the golden waves of wheat.

Tod Howard Hawks
 20° 
Terra Levez
I'm incapable of writing poetry
When it comes to when I'm happy
Happy and poetry just don't go with each other.
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