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 1298° 
Lamar Cole
Kobe Bryant is with us no more.
The good do die young sometimes, that's for sure.
He was a basketball hero in LA.
He always played the game hard, that was his way.
An NBA legend he will forever be.
Always an inspiration to people like you and me.
 464° 
Sol
I’ve learned more in the dark
Than I ever did in the light
Here in the depths of my being
I’ve felt things that border on the supernatural
Otherworldly
I’ve had epiphanies that have blinded the corridors of my mind
Making everything clear

I swim in these waters of despair
With the most gruesome manifestations of my pain
And yet
I still feel a ferocious heartbeat
With an undying love
An immortal flame
Keeping me alive
 244° 
Saige
To the Bees -
it's about time
you took a break;
I'm quite worried about your health.
You are so dedicated, working
all day
to visit the flowers and trees.

But Bees -
I hate to tell you -
I really do;
But one of you,
yes, just one,
makes so little honey.
In a lifetime.

So Bees -
why don't you take a break
from humming, flying,
serving others
and no benefit you yourself.
Take some me-time bee-time,
the flowers will live;
mostly.
Don't worry,
someone else
will come...
 240° 
MeanAileen
saying I'm ok
walking thru life in a haze
sleep is my band-aid
How can I get past this depression when I know tomorrow will be exactly the same?
 222° 
Michael Smit
I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter
 220° 
BeautifullyBroken
The
Love
Between
Them
Ended
In
The
Funeral
Home
Casket
 210° 
OpenWorldView
I strip away that skin,
the flesh and bones
until nothing is left,
but a single sad sob
in an empty world.
 196° 
Anonymous
A poet’s worst fear
is meeting his poem.
It’s never as poetic outside your mind
 140° 
Tokoni Nwankwe
Once upon a midnight deary,
While i pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint a thousand miles,
Suddenly i felt like napping,
Then i heard someone gently tapping,
Like some gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door
 138° 
Me
I cannot help
But treat
The Sun and Moon
Like friends
Who slightly make
My heart go
Sceptical
It's just like that now
 126° 
Abimael Kercado
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 true that love is warm?
𝐎𝐫, maybe I should escape into lust?
𝐍𝐨𝐭 for me...
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 will enlighten me, within time.
Enlighted into Love
 120° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Let us sow in faith that we shall reap,
And reap in grace that we shall enjoy the sweat invested.
 105° 
collin
his screaming, dead, grey
cast iron eyes were strong
petrified by conjured up lies
bent over and built with bronze

burnt and glazed
like candle wax upon his own lips
everything grey was turned to
spent silver bullets

all the shell casings dropped into a hot tin
the last remaining platinum lips
the metals that still haunt him
i’m a smith of my own demise.
 105° 
Jonathan Moya
Southern justice is the snake
that slithers up the tree
before the buzz
of  the lumberjack’s saw,
the duck of the head
to  fit it into the squad car,
the dark voice  
singing in a  dark cell
put on death row
before his trial,
convicted for the
color of his skin
before he was even born,
living everyday,
never hoping
for just mercy.
 103° 
Corrinne Shadow
Short
And sad
You don't want to read anything else.

If
My poem
Is long or happy it stays on the shelf.
We like to write long poems, but do we have time to read them?
 92° 
anu
Oneday
I will win




From my own enemy
My devil
 91° 
Bvaishnavi
Sometimes......,
It feels good,
When a heavy load has been broken into pieces,
Shaped into vapors and are
Named tears.
It feels good,
When the load called tears,
Of various fears ,
Moves from the palace called heart,
And exists through the door called eyes.
It feels good, to be lightened
Sometimes.
Brust out crying is the refreshing feeling that helps us to lighten a little.
 90° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
fae                                                  
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
                 f
           o
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                 ♡
                         p
                             e
                             a
                       c
                 e
                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
                                               '
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                                                      ♡
       ­                                             s
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                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
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                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
                      ♡
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                                  ♡
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                                        e
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With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
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♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 87° 
Reimers
I might be the poet

Maker of countless words

Creating art, portraying life in every verse

But you, my favorite person of this earth

The reason these words and thoughts are given birth
I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
 84° 
Arthur Clack
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

my teachers call me inconsistent
my parents call me inconsistent
my boss calls me inconsistent
my friends call me inconsistent
my siblings call me inconsistent
I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
this is the second poem that I have written so any advice would be nice
 83° 
Maria Etre
I write
because I stutter
when I talk
with emotions
 69° 
Marietta Ginete
The mesmerizing aroma
is like the bubbles in soda.
The feeling of satisfaction,
giving into the attraction.
Was willing to give it a chance,
but It tipped over at first glance.
January feels like it's been forever. But someone made it worthwhile.
 68° 
Anne
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
 61° 
Nellie 55
Disappointment
Waste of achievement
Desires
Wishes
Frustration
Irritation
Loss of relation
Agony
Sleepless
Eating-less
Clingy
Selfish
Alone
Depress­ed
Depressed
Depressed
Depressed
Isolating
Regret
Guilt
 56° 
Syll
Feathers of ebony
Wings of afternoon
Eyes of shadows
One means sorrow
Or death
Cloaked in mystery
And sadness
Cawing a mournful tune
A lonely crow
This is a random, weird poem I decided to write.
 55° 
Bard
****-en my brain cells, in the moonlight
Lost-em with Jane, in the fire light
 55° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 53° 
E B K
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 53° 
Lyish
S
She's wired like me,
I mean weird...
Like me.


Ripples of knowledge from a sea of confusion,
What's this illusion?

Drug kissing
Near missing

Deep in the jungle
Hear those snakes hissing...

Little did he know, I am always listenin'

Always staying,
Never switching
...

S - 13.08.2018 ♡
 51° 
The UnKnown
You are drowning,
In your own sorrow.
You are doleful.
Lost in your mind.
Only you can save yourself.
 46° 
POET poets097
Hair like winter fire, January ambers.
My heart burns there too
Taken from "it", the horror film
 45° 
Sienna
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
 44° 
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 42° 
Nathalie
The pulse of their heart
Chimed with each breath
Mirroring the fluttering
Emotions that rose from
Their mingling attraction
The shimmer in their eyes
Revealed in full view
A blend of admiration;
Simmering sparks ranging
From light heartedness to
Full bodied intensity


~Nathalie
 42° 
Fiona Owl
the
scariest part
is the thought:
am i really here?
please touch me,
let me know i’m here.
 40° 
Angel
Tell me this ain’t so
That I know happiness & not only woes
Reaper take me down
Warm me up
& rip out my heart
For its blackened state is no good
in this house
 39° 
More Love
She leaves
And he stays
She takes
And he gives
She strikes
And he endures

All the while seeing
Her loving,
Tender ways
Despite this - temporary -
darkness.
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