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 524° 
sheila sharpe
If you are going to tell me that
I have not cared enough
If you are going to tell me that
I have not thought enough
If you are going to tell me that
I have not loved enough
well
maybe you’re right
but I can begin
right
now
and
it
will
be
worth
waiting
for.....
 352° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 250° 
Aaditya
Nights seem lighter with you,
Evenings more golden.
Have mornings been the best?
Afternoons are chillier now.

Doesn't this feel great?
Around you, it definitely does.
Sun rises and sets with you.
 190° 
Wyatt
I cannot
express enough
the importance
of a rough draft.
It may be
hidden away today
but one day it may
get the chance
to be published
and shine on.
I have many drafts
that have collected
over the years.
Many of them
have been published
months, even years later.
Just like these drafts,
I feel people are the same.
Just like when a draft
is finally published,
one day we can be
completed as well.
 190° 
Caroline
I'm like a book
People judge me based on my cover
That they don't even bother
To read my story
Or even my introduction
For that matter
Some read a chapter or two
Until they were through
Took me and threw
Me away
In most cases
I'm packed on a shelf
Collecting dust and cobwebs
Waiting to be judged
Or hopefully opened and read
By someone else
P.s can't remember the rest. Bear with me lol
 160° 
Quoc Nguyen
I know it in my heart our love to be true
For you are my everything, as I am to you

But sorrow takes us both when either of us leave
And all we can do is watch each other grieve

But you are my love the breath of my life
The one and only person that I want as my wife

So, know it in your heart, our love to be true
And just wait for me a little longer, just as I wait for you.
 160° 
Sophia
We were born to love.
No one taught us the side effects of loving someone.
They never specified that expectation kills faster than anything else.
Or that disappointment turns your heart into stone.
So instead of loving, you pull away.
Doing so you learn your true value.
You learn to love yourself.
And then, eventually,
You find the one.
 128° 
Steve Sufian
Loving, protecting, raising,
Feeding, cheering, praising,
Dads of the world and Moms of the world,
Are pearls of the world.

Thank you, Dads and Moms!

Happy Father’s Day.
 123° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 113° 
A B Faniki
Story of my life. My relationship with my bed is awesome I can afford to miss it, but my relationship with water is bordering on obsession I can't afford to miss it.
My relationship with life and the things I can afford to have or not have
 112° 
Amanda Francis
You were just another mistake to learn.
 107° 
Greg Piegari
With Love, comes work
With work, comes effort
With effort, comes happiness
 86° 
The Red Woman
i feel like i'm walking on air

too bad that it's toxic
 81° 
G Rose
When the moonlight filters through,
when even your shadow sleeps,
I pray your dream's script not go awry,
that your sleep is without frightful terror,
for I will lay waste all your demons,
load your burdens on my back,
and face all that you fear,
until you wake from your slumber,
and I softly whisper in your ear,
"Good Morning."
 79° 
Lost love
My first love
Didn't love me back
 79° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 74° 
Rocky
Eyes littered with stars that go on
Forever and Ever
I once believed in God and the Devil;
Truly my first muses of anxiety

But you bring me a sense of relief
A romantic lull of nothingness whispered
Through the pursed lips of your
Galaxy's edge

The empty abyss
This beautiful void
It's a promise to the dreamers and the overthinkers
A promise of rest

A cosmic comfort of sorts
How does the idea of drifting off fully and wholly make you feel when you're disassociating on the bus back home at 4:17 in the afternoon?
 71° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 65° 
Sky
I know that you’re angry
about what she did,
but attacking me for
her decisions
will only drive me away.

I know you don’t understand
how someone could hide
behind a false family,
but we weren’t false.
We were just safe.

She decided to take a risk for love,
and now she’s happy,
and I am proud.
My mom met a woman and came out as a lesbian, resulting in a divorce and an angry grandmother. I’m proud of my mom, but my dad’s mom is furious about it even three years later and keeps lecturing me that if I’m going to come out as *** I better not do it after I already marry a man. I don’t think she understands that my mom really did love my dad, it just wasn’t the same as she could have felt for a woman.
 65° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 63° 
yasaman johari
God creates
The colors are beautiful
I lost the hands of God
Wearing my long blue skirt
My feelings become intense
I'm a young girl
with a round face
My eyes narrow at the corners when they smile
Smiles brought about by a girl and a boy
Passing through all his smiles
Having a smell of my childhood dresses
Similar to all paintings in my drawing book
of that river
Sharp mountain
and **** crows
''I love you, God of jasmine flower''
No one knows the death of flowers
Just telling that flowers are beautiful forever
and time is the murderer
Wanting my mother's arms
Her ******* are beautiful
I smiled, knowing a pleasure
that will not be in my ****** relationship
The sky smells of death
Last night I dreamed that a flower was dead
I saw death  
Go out of my window
with white curtains
We are playing
Making songs and dancing
Humans didn't accept the dreams
''I love you so much, God of jasmine flower''
Big
Round
and beautiful
Innocent and depressed
His eyes, are
His hands will be for whom?!
Both his eyes flew
One day, all the birds in the sky will grow up
and will have no hands anymore
Your hands have two jasmine flowers
and I will taste them till the end of my life
His eyes are beautiful
I will see the sunset in whose eyes?!
Sewing all the floral white dresses of women, tender
Devoting my eyes to my mother
Giving my heart to my sister
''How much I love your eyes''
Eglantine flower has the most beautiful smiles
The sun is young for me
The God of jasmine flower is happy
A light has remained in my heart
with his leaving
I repeated it, endlessly
and keeping his soul in my heart
Now, he is a happy butterfly
has grown up
Fluttering, slowly
Sitting on all the flowers
It is happy and free
Children and rainbows always follow the butterflies
The death of each flower is not beautiful
''The God of jasmine flower''
Oh, beautiful flower !
Still wearing your childhood golden earrings?!
Your playmates calling you
among scorching summer grass
Do you hear the innocence in children's smiles?!
The jasmine's hair is long and dark
Butterflies
dancing
and gone...

خداوند می آفریند
رنگ ها زیبایند
دست های خدا را گم کردم
دامن بلند آبی ام را پوشیده ام
عواطف من زیاد شده است
دختر جوانی هستم
با صورتی پهن
چشمانی که وقتی می خندد
گوشه هایش نازک می شوند
خنده هایی که یک دختر و پسر می سازند
از میان تمام خنده هایش می گذرم
بوی پیراهن کودکی هایم را می دهد
شکل تمام نقاشی های دفترم را دارد
با آن رود
کوهی تیز
و کلاغ های زشت
''دوستت دارم خدای گل یاسمن''
...کسی مرگ گل ها را نمی داند
فقط می گویند برای همیشه زیبایند
و زمان قاتل است
آغوش مادرم را می خواهم
سینه های او زیباست
می خندم
لذتی که در رابطه ی جنسی ام نخواهم برد
آسمان بوی مرگ می دهد
دیشب خواب دیدم که یک گل مرده
مرگ را دیدم
که از پنجره ی اتاقم
با پرده های سفید بیرون رفت
بازی می کنیم
آهنگ می نوازیم و می رقصیم
انسان ها رؤیاها را نپذیرفتند
''من خیلی تو را دوست دارم خدای گل یاسمن''
چشم های او
درشت
گرد
و زیباست
معصوم و افسرده است
دست های او مال چه کسی خواهند بود!؟
تمام چشم هایش پرواز کردند
روزی تمام پرنده های آسمان بزرگ خواهند شد
و دیگر دست نخواهند داشت
دست هایت دو گل یاس دارد
''خدای گل یاسمن''
و من تا آخرعمر آن ها را خواهم چشید
چشم های او زیباست
غروب را در چشمان چه کسی خواهم دید!؟
تمام لباس های سفید گل دار زنان را لطیف دوخته ام
چشم هایم را به مادرم هدیه کنید
قلبم را به خواهرم بدهید
''چه قدر چشم های تو را دوست دارم''
زیباترین خنده ها را گل نسترن دارد
آفتاب
برایم تازه است
خدای گل یاسمن شاد است
با رفتنش
نوری در قلبم ماند
که مدام تکرارش کردم
و روحش را در قلبم نگه داشته ام
او الآن پروانه ای شاد است
بزرگ شده
که آرام بال می زند
روی تمام گل ها می نشیند
آزاد و شاد است
بچه ها و رنگین کمان ها همیشه به دنبال پروانه ها می گردند
مرگ هر گل زیبا نیست
''خدای گل یاسمن''
! ای گل زیبا
گوشواره های طلایی کودکی هایت را هنوز داری!؟
همبازی هایت
از میان چمن های داغ تابستان
صدایت می زنند
معصومیت خنده های کودکانه را می شنوی!؟
موهای یاسمن بلند و سیاه است
پروانه ها
رقصیدند
و رفته اند
 62° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 61° 
JP
Five letters
One word
Two syllables
I used it
Until it
Lost all meaning
Five letters
One word
Two syllables
It's the only word
I can offer you
But I know
You don't want it
Five letters
One word
Two syllables
Maybe one day
I can put meaning
Back into the word
But not today
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 51° 
G Alan Johnson
And so it goes, Kurt.
Can you go beyond the hard barrier
Where love is?
Can you shed your dead skin?
You must see him dying
And go beyond the hard barrier
There you will find the nakedness
There you will find the love.
Do not scream when you find it
I will warn you now it is all of pain.
Mourn for him with love
Like you longed for love in time
Cry the love out from inside your heart
Tear your soul away with it
Go into that place of stark loss
Get away with love.
 50° 
AditiBoo
A breath of fresh air
For once, the pace is slow
A friend, more than a partner, will care
As trust and feelings, in time, grow

No hands held walking down the street
No tongues dancing hiding in a backseat
No beds undone needing a set of new sheets
No broken hearts within the next 100 heartbeats

I forgot what it was to 'get to know'
Speak and hear when another wants to share
I am, for once, going with the flow
A current, as soothing as a floating rocking chair

There is no need for any greeting
When the conversation, over days, has been ongoing
First thing you look forward to in the morning
Last thing that makes you smile in the evening
 49° 
Esther Krenzin
Placed in earth
corroded with poison
they expect me to bloom
as the other flowers do.
Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
 49° 
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 48° 
putiira
Go where
your imperfections
are celebrated.
 47° 
Ken Pepiton
did you hear that?
did you dare?

did you live? Of course.
right choice.

Yes or no.
resistance is futile, we shall
 45° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
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 45° 
JT Nelson
I ran up the hill
To see the sunset
Only to realize
I forgot my camera

So I took a picture
With my brain
And had it enlarged
For eternity in my memory.
 45° 
Ashly Kocher
Empty chair
Empty wine glass
Emptiness in my heart
Photographs for memories
Broken hearts, missing you
A poem, a writing, a song, a cardinal, a butterfly, a penny, a dream....
All these things remind me of you
A strong and hard working man you were
I have the same traits, as I live for you
I hope I am making you proud in all I do
I talk to you everyday
          Do you even hear me?
In my heart, I know you do!
Even though you are no longer here
Believe me, it’s been a hard almost 5 years
Another day we celebrate YOU
For on this Father’s Day
I send my love to heaven for you
Broken memories will never fade away
I wish I had more time, wish you would have stayed
Unfortunately you were sick and there was nothing left to do
So I told you to close your eyes, relax and just let go
It was he hardest thing I ever had to do
But I am thankful I have many years, so today it’s all about you

An empty chair
An empty wine glass
An emptiness in my heart
Photographs for memories
Broken hearts, missing you...
        
         Happy Father’s Day Papa Bear
 44° 
Tegan
All love has an expiry date,
Maybe it's better you chucked it out before it rotted.
 42° 
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.
 41° 
izzn
Sing for the pride
Eyes all wide
Wrong of the rights
I cry for the night
Love 'til midnight
and I stay 'til sunrise
 40° 
fiachra breac
§
I need to be better
 38° 
Broken Cardinal
Your touch was
e l e c t r i f y i n g

I feel it still
On my face
On my neck
On my arm
On my back

I can't even remember
What we said or
Where you touched, but
I feel it still,
And it was
e l e c t r i f y i n g
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