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 913° 
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 371° 
Nyx
-

I like you

-
Nothing more and nothing less
 200° 
Evan Stephens
Things between us
have reached such a low
that I'm drunk at noon
on a Wednesday in October.

What if I grabbed the sun
for you, shaking it free
from lacy lattices of cloud,
and gave it to your greennesss?

Would it be enough?
Or are all these drams
of Scotch just turning out
dreams in the early afternoon?
 190° 
Fiona
du bist auf einem himmelhohen Weg,
und ich kann nicht folgen.
Die Vögel singen,
und du bist auf dem Heimweg.
ich sehe die Vögel,
die deine Seele empfehlen.
ich vermisse dich,
aber du schläfst im Frieden.
to my nana x
 184° 
Luna Pan
tell me lies under the moonlight
or
just for a night make up
we are sinners
but
under this moonlight you look like a saint
maybe
god won't forgive us
nevertheless
you are mine tonight under the moonlight
with
your sweet lies
 143° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
 143° 
PM
I want to be able to forget
to forget your eyes,
to forget your smile,
to forget your lips,
to forget your laugh,
to forget your touch,
I just want to forget you.
 103° 
We Are Stories
there aren't enough blank screens
and entertaining fillings
to make me feel like my words have meaning
and that life is worth taking off the gloves
touching
feeling-
breathing in and being thankful for living.
 84° 
Connie
Wooden words-
Stuck Staccato,
And skipping each beat,
Where something was spoken.
 82° 
Reagan Lee
I wonder what it’s like to wake up on a beautiful
fall morning
Walk outside on the crunchy, amber leaves
Not a care in the world, nothing bothers you,
Because it’s hard to feel sad on such a brisk, invigorating,
fall morning
 62° 
Johnny's Brother
They told John his beautiful wife had died.
And, within a few minutes, I saw that man age
ten years. God help us, we, men, can be such
a fragile sort.
The trees brighten red
such vibrant orange
like a wonderful luck
a magical secret
gardens with pumpkins
love is in the sun
yellow leaves amaze.

by, JoyAnne O'Donnell
For the woman in me
The one you can not see
I will show her only if you plan
On staying
If not, just leave
##tothineownselfbetrue##womanwithin##self worth
 59° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 56° 
Beckie Davies
in 1996
when i was seven years old
my father introduced me to my first ever search engine
he told me i could
search
for anything i wanted
anything at all
so
i
typed
in
dolls
my first experience with a search engine
 49° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 43° 
Mary Frances
Wake up.
You've been asleep for too long.
You haven't seen the sunlight and experienced its warmth.

Wake up.
I want to see you living well,
doing the things that you love.

Wake up.
You still have a lot to do.
Achieve your dreams.
Give love.
Celebrate life.

Wake up!
I beg of you.

Wake up!
The world is waiting for you.
I am waiting for you.
 39° 
Zelyn
I was not confident to write a poem before,
being bothered by my grammatical errors,
but still, I never ceased to write,
considering my fervent love for poetry,
has taught my emotions to be free as it could be.
Poetry free confidence
 38° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 35° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 35° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 33° 
Bethany
You left
In an array
Of words
That penetrated
My skin
Like bullets
Leaving wounds
In my soul
 29° 
andTilly
my love, daily,
my daily bread,
falls on my
buttered-side
down daily

my love, daily
my daily dish,
pour over my
flimsy flats
for that I wish, daily

my love, daily,
my daily dial,
pick me mine
pricked up ears
the line is deaf, daily
©2020 andtilly.com
 27° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 27° 
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
 27° 
Gill S
Little girl picks up the chalk
Writes her heart
Draws her mind
Cries it all away
Before they can see
 27° 
amanda
so i just sit here
parked at this dead end
of a friendship
because it's still
the most beautiful road
i've ever taken
 27° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 26° 
EmilyBatdorf
Some days I wake up from dreams
unsure,
if I am going to grow up to be
a warrior
or worrier.
 26° 
Mia Pratt
Every coal I walked over
brought back the pain
I felt from the destructive memories
that have always burnt up in my spirit
the charcol of torture
from heartbreaks I endured
stung my heels like the fires of hell
until I needed guard my heart
from the pains of the coals
I have walked over in the past
to pacify the pain
from the destructive memories
that have always burnt up in my spirit
 25° 
Marshal Gebbie
Have bought some time to ponder thus
The thoughts of Caesar's Romulus,
The dreams within creations rhyme
Felt within our tick of time,
The pulse of life in throbbing vein,
Magnificence of veils of rain
In starkness of blood sunset'******br>As delineating seas, absorb.
The pain of love in gifted smile
Allowing us to pause, awhile.

Time to pass ****** stress aside
With curling toes in ebbing tide,
Feeling crispness in the air,
Noticed highlights in your hair,
Sensed the love light in your eyes
Knowing deep, it's no surprise.

Ocean deep, ocean calm
Stroking fine hair on your forearm
Knowing, deep, it's no surprise,
To feel the love light, in your eyes.

M.
28 October 2020
Foxglove, Taranaki
To my darling wife, Janet.
With all the Love in the World.
 25° 
ibkreator
As you argue for your pain
it stays a loyal companion

as you open to possibility
you give way to the boundless energy beyond it
 24° 
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.
 23° 
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.
 23° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 21° 
Esther
you blocked me on social media
i blocked you in my heart.
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