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 429° 
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
i.
someday
i will look at the stars
and be grateful
that you gave me
the space
to love them alone.
 211° 
She Writes
I do not need to be saved
I am the knight in my fairy tale

If I fall
It will be off a cliff of mountains I scaled alone

If I crash
It will be in the waves of my own ocean

If I float
It will be on the boat I built with my hands

And when I fly
It will be with the wings I forged myself
 173° 
Shaun Yee
Falling from a height
Crystal clear and sparkling bright
No swimming below
 158° 
Rebecca D
I trusted my soul with you
but you cast it aside
denied it what the it deserves
my soul was lost the moment you
pried its grip from your fingers
and now it's nowhere to be found
 142° 
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)
 133° 
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 -
This long life has been
informed by love.  We shared
each other Oh! for so
short a time.

Like fruit we hung onto
the sweet drops of new
nectar's night.
We peeled each other
to the pink skin of sighs.

It was a delicate scent
when blown into the
stars quiet Space.  We
sped into the walls of
destiny and crashed
in the pulp of sorrow.

But I miss you in this
orchard of dessicated
memories.

I am rawed by the thought
of you.

Caroline Shank
 121° 
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.
 110° 
Mark Wanless
the fly carcass stuck
on wall ten years monument
to a life will lived
i just like it
 100° 
Joe Marcello
The world needs an Italian grandmother
Dispensing wisdom and clarity by the cup
With a gentle slap across the back of the head
Followed by a simple utterance, smarten up
 83° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 67° 
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
 61° 
Andrew
Why do you scare me?

I'm not sure
and maybe
I won't ever be -

I push the soft confines
of the blanket
to cover me whole

I just wish you didn't

I hastily turn the light off
 59° 
Luca
How many people will benefit
from your pursuit
of your ideal self?
Aside from
Your
friends
family
colleagues
self  
The answer is
Everyone else
 50° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 49° 
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.
 41° 
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.
 41° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 34° 
limelight
I'm Falling
Yeah I'm falling
Someone tell me why I'm falling
Falling
Into him

I hear him calling
Yeah calling
Someone tell me why he's calling
Calling
Me to him

I'm watching
Yeah watching
Someone tell me why I'm watching
Watching
Instead of doin something

I'm blocking
Yeah blocking
Someone tell me why I'm blocking
Blocking
My heart
"let love in, Because it can help you in ways you never knew was possible."
- limelight
 34° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 32° 
Raven Mc Chim
You made my life so bright
In your presence my every moment is memorable
Don't let me go away from you
Because, I love you after my family
The most beautiful feeling ever
is LOVE
It can be love towards your soulmate or family or anyone
 31° 
leila
Dandelion is such you are not alone.
whose delicacies is yours,
And the elegance is either.

Huff It
through the green field,
And it's spinning
around the world.
Surely everywhere it would have stepped in
At the time of the gloom or joy that you were running,
It happened in the fields.
For it's being a caressing to the blushed cheeks of the child's.
 30° 
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)
 29° 
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
they said, if it hurts you,
then it's not worth you,

then why do I want you to stay,
even if just to hurt me
https://www.instagram.com/wutheringsbronte/
 26° 
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
 26° 
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!

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
 25° 
Thinking of You
I never thought I’d find a snore so comforting.

But it proves to me every moment you’re still laying beside me.
 24° 
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
 24° 
Someguy
It's crazy, and it's soon
But it's real and it's true
She makes me want to show her every day
In every way
By the things I do and the things I say
By the things I think and feel and pray
That I am hers
Always
 23° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 21° 
not a prognosis
my arm is numb
my fingers tingly

i think this must be
a friendly reminder of my
mortality

gently, i respond
"no need, sir
i am a walking
existential crisis

fear of death
and i are well
acquainted"
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° 
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
 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.
 20° 
noelle
surprisingly,
silence is an answer, too
 20° 
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.
 19° 
Akta Agarwal
Soumya is crying in her room
At that time her mother came and saw her crying and asked, "what happened baby?  Why are you crying? "
Soumya : " Mom am afraid of failure ."
Mom :"What type of failure? "
Soumya : " Mom tomorrow is my result. What if I fail? "
Mom : " So what life itself is a game and we sometimes lose or win. "
Mom : " Failure is a part of success and it do teach us to never give up.  Without failure we never know what's the failure is?  It's an inspirational teacher. "
Soumya : " but if failure take your most precious things "
Mom : " then that's also for your own benefit baby. May that thing is never your's "
Soumya : " thanks mom for helping me out  
And now I got it never afraid of failure "
Mom ,"yes my baby ."
In a dialogue based convo
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