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Theres something I need to say
A truth I must share
I believe this true for many of us here

This isnt me
This isn't all I am
I am not only heart break and despair

The me you done see
Is that of smiles everyday
For when im happy I exist elsewhere

When I am drunk on life
And my heart is a fluter
I am out there living for myself
Not dying in here with you
 449° 
Namit V Shah
Every Man
is a God...
Unconquerable
and Bold...

When asleep...
A poem on the destiny of the 'Every-Man'...
 436° 
Emma
C              

          R

L                    E

I     N                        A

V                                          T             H    
                                                           ­ 
I          M           A            G            E

N                       W          O          R           D

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Made this on my phone, so if you're viewing it on a computer and it looks like nothing, its because the formatting is hecked.

A deconstructionist poem about some ideas I have. If you'd like to know what I intended it to mean, then I'd be happy to explain, but there's really no wrong interpretation.
 430° 
Steve Sufian
Absolutely true
That I love You,
That You Love me,
That we are always Happy.

Absolutely great
That we Celebrate
People, sky, sea
And we are always Free.

Always Happy,
Always Free,
Was, Am, Are, Will Be.

Always,
All Ways,
Happy, Free.

Always,
All Ways,
Happy, Free.
 351° 
Deanne
The thoughts I have in my head are write as now
 340° 
Lauramihaela
For me
Courage was first a mental act
Then a physical act;
Then came the physical reward
And after, the mental reward
Courage happiness meditation mindfulness mental
 338° 
Nettie
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 330° 
Mykenzie
Birthdays are happy days,
untill they fall on the sad days.

Easter this year is my moms 35
Middle age,
grey hair,
wisdom beyond years.

easter this year is my nanas second.
57 years,
6 feet under,
Counting my tears.
 247° 
Don Francisco Luis
She had a smile
that drove me wild
I smiled and giggled
like a child
a beauty I couldn’t deny
every time she caught my eye  
Don Francisco Luis
 247° 
Raj Bhandari
Faith, hope, trust  are  just  few  
word,
Seen them, materailizing,never
heard!
 241° 
The Lone Rager
Not many, Lord
would consider me successful.
Yet, I know joy- -my triumph is real!
You have always granted this poor fool
the profound blessing
of failing
at something he loves.
 165° 
Løner
Give me the bottle to drown my sorrow
Give me the pill so I’ll never see tomorrow
 151° 
Gods1son
Bonded by love
Separated by greed and jealousy
I've seen families and friends fall apart
because of money
Empathy, sympathy, compassion, understanding, they've all gone missing
No wonder there's so much disunity

All we need is genuine love
I'm aware that statement is a cliché
Overused but not actively practiced
I say, true love is the way
Only if we would translate it from saying into doing.
 137° 
thesa
'you are just like these flowers'
you said softly
pointing out the forget-me-nots to me

'not only because they're beautiful
but because they had to take the rain
and to survive every storm
to be able to grow'
 136° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 119° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
the world exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
 114° 
tayarose
I am here on this earth
I love simple things but somedays i love no things
I am sad and i feel empty
I would say i want to be dead but thats just so simple
I want to not exist, i want to float, to sleep and feel peace
i don't want to feel empty, but i can't fill this void
if i'm still here on earth
 106° 
mitus
Sure, it’s been months
And I know you won’t be back
But I can’t help but say,
I’ll still wait for you.
“the pleasuring words”


~
are not of necessity singularly complected or of one nature

know them by many other names, colorations, languages,
throat growling purring, pretty soft and stern, singsong,
begged borrowed stolen, barked and pleaded

but when the eyes quietly say,

come to me
darling

in manner unspoken,
the pleasuring of the silence
greater than if sullied by a vocalization,
the wild sounds my heart commit
pounding mounting ever louder,
requiring no translation, though with repetition,
they grow louder
with every heart throbbing,
a new language relearning

the pleasuring words are spoken
by silent eyes when you

call me by my other name

*darling
 91° 
Kate S
Child of the Skies
you use to dream so wide
soaring on the graceful winds of change

Child of the Earth
you use to dream so sure
as sure as the ground beneath your feet

but you don’t dream anymore
do you?

Child of the River
you use to dream so soft
kind as the element that gave you life

Child of the Fire
you use to dream so wild
engulfing the world and captivating it at the same time

but you don’t dream anymore
do you?

Child of the Sun
you use to dream so free
never limited in your search for happiness

Child of the Moon
you use to dream so curious
always in wonder with the world around you

but you don’t dream anymore
do you?

Child of the Times
you use to dream about happiness
but as the days rolled by they ripped it away

Child of Humanity
you use to dream about love
but they cut that out of you too young

now, you don’t dream anymore.
now, you are not longer a child.
now, you no longer seek love and happiness.

Child of the World
you use to dream about living
and now you simply survive
 89° 
Wander
My wings are clipped,
My freedom up and gone,
But my flame hasnt burned out yet
And i will keep it close
Until my fires grown
 86° 
Dennis Willis
Wakey wakey
Corn flaky

I've got your serial
of hearts poured
out

I know I
will be
a fine time

But am I dinner
Lunch
Or breakfast time

Or will
I just be left
to pine

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
 84° 
Terry Collett
The moon pale,
white as a bleach bone.

Night sky
smooth and silky
as a woman's skin.

We lay there
on your blue sofa,
or your double bed
with moon's glow
like a maidens kiss
on a lover's brow,
but I lay
without you now.

She I remember,
before death came,
before death's embrace,
lying beneath
summer's sun,
beside the pond
she called the lake,
relating love's tales
into my ear,
then, then,
that Iong ago year.
A woman's love and loss
 80° 
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
 75° 
Khoi-San
There is a story behind tears
breaking
in
joy or fear
a
melody
of
seeds
filtrates
the
ground
a
song of hope
that
sprouts
from
a
sound
Weeping is therapy to the soul
don't feel ashamed to cry
It helps
It is recommended
In the Bible
Jesus wept three times
It is a normal human emotion
 73° 
Girard Tournesol
There were Canada geese
      Red-necked Grebe and Wood Duck
      as I flew into the river

I met my wife and children 
We swam in water
      filled with diamonds and fast fish

At sunset we huddled together
      in our nest 
      under the moving lights

In my dreams I was a man 
      who didn't catch any fast fish 
       that day
 73° 
Shivani Lalan
sometimes i make the bed for my bedfellows -
worries and fears are tucked in
quite happily,
and sometimes,
i kiss them goodnight -
with love,
and with the knowledge
that they are asleep,
away from me.

i close my eyes,
and revel in my sleep
knowing that they won't bother me -
i'm not in that deep.
with ease,
i cruise through
the landscape of my mind,
wary of what might face me,
accepting of what i might find.

it is wiser to not challenge
the faces and voices
you hear and see,
you owe it to your dreams,
a half-awake debtor,
it is wiser still,
to happily avoid loss -
the less i know,
the better.
I delete every message sent
Won’t let a built up thread
Fill me with dread
When left on read

-JCM-
 69° 
Evan Palmer
glass folding moonlight
pharaoh fought the morning sun
nightfall's direction
 64° 
Qweyku
EYES
our windows
to the soul

SUCH
veils permitting
light within
darkness foe
& gifts
of Gods' giving

...these
LIGHTS
of the soul


© Qwey.ku
 62° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 62° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 61° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 60° 
Tipon
https://youtu.be/tCXeYq6KYZc
Music and chillaxing.
 59° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
i draw circle around your heart
you draw circle around my heart

we have tided in one point
aiming to the center of the heart

it is the center of your heart
it is the center of my heart

they are drown on the trunk
reflecting their images upward

telling everyone with every word
being born of the inner heart

your heart
my heart
the hearts may tide in one circle making the world beauty
 56° 
zelda rangel
if only the sincerity
was given—

if only there's a resemblance
between white lie and truth—

if only it was real;
we could've been the best thing.
 56° 
Maria Etre
I feel like
I have lost
the battle
in a one-warrior
war
 54° 
Poetic Eagle
If a broken heart still beats
It can still love
Being broken aint the end

give it a title pleaseeeeeee
 52° 
Deen
I remember you in the morning,
bending down to kiss me.
You were like a tree,
surrounding me in leaves.
My fingers reaching like roots,
searching for a place to bury--
A home to grow as a bing cherry,
aching for attention.
Wrap around me with your vines,
you make me feel so alive.
I don't know where you begin,
and where I end.
I will turn outwards toward the light,
and my petals will fall forthright.
My seeds will fall onto the floor,
as I am picked and eaten and ignored.
I will never die,
but I will wilt.
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