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 480° 
Emma
You think you lost me,
That's onyl half true
But I can't tell
If I still love you.

I still think,
What if I told you?
What if I said,
Can we take a moment,
And pause.

Take a step back,
Or maybe two
Because I don't know,
If I can trust you

Well actually,
I don't know
If I can trust myself

Tell me what to do,
And I'll promise
To stay with you

To stay by your side
I'll tell you how I feel

And put my life,
My trust,
And my love back into you,
and your beautiful soul.
 314° 
artisticAR
You crawl, you wind
You circle to find
A Strand of your life
Left behind...
...amp..
Pit
I am in a very deep pit
I feel nothing will save me
You say, "it's okay,
I have a lot of rope"
I try to grab it
And wrap it aruond my neck
And you say,
"Don't,
Just grab on."
 159° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 139° 
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)
 101° 
Lilac
If my love was a song
It would be too sweet for your ears
I swear you would be in ecstasy for years
Your eyes would be blurry
As you'll keep drowning in its melody
Dont get me wrong
Its just too strong
You would've started loving me too
If only my love was a song
So much love lost,

Where do I find my piece?

If no one cares,

How do we find our peace?
My feet are bleeding
 92° 
SHREYA
you made me feel safe
you set me free
made me fall in love with myself
and gave me courage and peace
just like love does to anyone
the only difference is that
you made me feel all of this
when you left
 84° 
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 -
 75° 
ce-walalang
...in a worn-out field notes
...in the post-it you hid inside your field notes
...inside your head
...inside your head at 6PM
...in the slides that took forever to create
...in your bookmarks folder
...in your untitled folder
...in between deadlines
...in meeting targets
...in ‘on second thoughts’
...in fear of letting go
...don’t let them die
...these are the most likely places
 65° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 58° 
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
 45° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 45° 
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.
 44° 
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
 40° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 40° 
Rama Krsna
true mantra needs
a seer
a meter
and a presiding deity

cleansing
that fickle mind
with a haunting rhythm
of well arranged syllables

a giant strike anywhere match
which triggers
that fuse of devotion
in the lotus like heart
of the true devotee


© 2021
dedicated to the great rishis and their amazing mantras
 39° 
Barbara
Harsh words rot in my throat.

Whether I pronounce them or not
I know
that a bad wind will sooner or later bring them
as a bitter gift to your bed of hate.
 39° 
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.
 38° 
ʜAᴋAɱ
As I fallen asleep,
In deep slumber
My soul walks wonders
As I wander aimlessly,
I fell upon deep sea.

Plain white wall full of surprise!
Makes me scared to feel left lone in a white lands.
As I walk to escape from reality Step by step,
Made me feel bleed flowers with sharp leaves.
If only there a day you're in this land..
I don't mind to stay forever in this darkness night.
I had long for you my one and only.
 35° 
Semihten5
people to whom we give the most time
left us with time
we think it was time for some
some are timeless
My life has been so  conditioned by
Absence a longed for presence that I
Know no other and so by forfeit this
Unworthy life has shamefully become
My wretched blanket that I cling to in
Like a child standing before the storm
What is dearest is the least,and the last
 32° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 29° 
Tahlia-rayne
You gave me just enough oxygen to light myself on fire
 28° 
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
 28° 
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)
 27° 
nivek
One may travel with wonder
through a wonderland
whereas another's mind
may be full of cynicism.
 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
 24° 
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
 24° 
Michael
In the end it is known,
we are one with our bones.
What we have is right here.
It is now.  It is real.
In seven days this all was made.
In less than one our temples' laid.
It doesn't matter how we feel.
I'm afraid.
 23° 
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
and here i am
grieving the loss of you
and there you are
already moved on with someone new
 23° 
Yuri
The clock is ticking,
my future slipping out of my palms.
It trickles down my wrists and arms,
the acidic burning leaving harm.

"I'm too young"
"too young"
 23° 
Monotone
Sometimes I become unfathomably numb.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with sadness.
Sometimes my heart can’t take more pain.
Sometimes I can’t paint a smile on my face.
Sometimes I want to take a knife to my skin.
And, sometimes I want to take a bullet to my brain.
 22° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
She said,
Take care.
How shall I make her understand,
I have to take her care.
i.
someday
i will look at the stars
and be grateful
that you gave me
the space
to love them alone.
 21° 
Victoria
Its called falling in love, like an accident
As if something unplanned, that you cant understand
But I didn't fall in love with you, I never did
Because we walked into love, hand in hand
 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
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 20° 
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.
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