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 8368° 
Carlo C Gomez
Invariably,
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips,
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Infallibly.
Vespertine - occurring in the evening.
 1314° 
Balaguer
Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward
As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels
Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden

®KS
Underlying circumstances caused a major malfunction
 567° 
Immortality
Let go of the weight,
You stand stronger on your own,
Nothing but clear skies.
When you are alone, you are strong.
 536° 
SkiJ
I love you though you’re far away,  
or did I misread love’s disarray?  
You’d beat me down, day after day,  
yet my heart still longs for you in a twisted way.

What is this feeling that won’t let go?  
A mix of desire and pain, a tangled woe.  
I pray you’re distant, yet yearn for your embrace,  
a love that’s marred by sorrow, a bittersweet chase.

I want you, yet hate you for the hurt you’ve sown,  
in this conflicted heart, I’m lost and alone.  
Love and loathing dance in a cruel disguise,  
a tormenting truth beneath my tear-filled eyes.
Love
Pain
Uneasy
 482° 
Shivvy
Divine love, Yet the wrong shrine
Abundance of promises, Yet each one a lie
Golden sunsets, Yet bled into a dark sky
Regretful end, Yet an epic storyline
Had you, Yet no part was ever mine
 462° 
Onyx
Sometimes I find myself ahead
Others I fall behind

Sometimes I love to read
Others I rest my eyes

Sometimes I watch anime
Others I'm on Disney+

Sometimes I watch old movies
Others I watch Owl House

Sometimes I want to be an adult
Others I find I'm still a kid

Sometimes I rush to grow up
Others I want to be Peter Pan

Sometimes the world spins too fast
Others it feels too slow

Sometimes I keep a schedule
Others I go with the flow
 346° 
Ciel Noir
last night I had a dream

there was a trilobite
in the green grass

I saw myself
from atop a cliff

running through the forest
in a velvet dress

the me that was
up on the cliff

had an old fashioned camera
in my hand

I tried to take a picture
of myself

but the me in the forest
was just too fast
 323° 
Jack Groundhog
Peering through a old stone gate,
its face well carved, in prayers attired,
I saw a golden wall of late
before which stood cracked streetlamps retired,
their warming light now long gone
yet they still glow stubbornly on
I spotted some retired antique street lamps in the courtyard of the Edinburgh Museum, juxtaposed with a brightly painted yellow wall behind.
Being in love with life,
with love.
Love for living things.
Nature, music,
You,
who I haven’t met yet.
Like
a melody I haven’t heard yet.
Warming my heart already,
making me happy.
Just waiting to be born.

And there I was, in a colorful world.
Listening to the song of
nature.
Watching all kinds of animals and all kinds of people together in harmony.
Wondering where all the water was.
Then I recognized you.
You are my mother, my brother
my sister
You are me and I love you
Human being.



Shell ✨🐚
We are all human beings. Little different from the outside but just the same !!
Let’s love each other and stop the useless hating.
What’s happening to others today can easily be happening to you tomorrow.
Stop the useless wars.
World Peace please!
I know I am so naive.
Real beauty her face really was!
She was shaped more like a vase.
But not a one night stand!
***** brewed my sins bare hand!
Beer dragged my shame to my wife's claws.
 245° 
Alicia Moore
I call to the sky with dirt on my palms,
the fresh taste of blood still trailing down my throat;
a sense of agony still lingering in my soul.

what more do I need to do
to rid myself of this pain?

it seemed I hadn’t given enough,
so I clawed and took instead —
what more?
 217° 
KV
there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak
 209° 
Maimoona Tahir
A juggler who juggles no *****,
A defeated entity of time,
A humorous attempt of nature to give,
As it was desperate to not  have it's summer hue stolen,
A child of autumn, perceived as the colour brown,
A deserted colour,yet profound,
He swings obsessively,
Deluded in a harsh desire to love,
He imitates the spring,
But his flowers wilt without a cause,
Compelled by a maddening desir,
He corrupts the produce of summer,
He feels avenged,
He was a lost cause.
 202° 
Lemon Black
Wave after wave, a playful gale flurries,
To the outstretched palm of Mother Nature,
Each tamed to a steady caress,
As she tends, lovingly nurtures,
Her arboretums underwater,
Where blooms and seaweed sway, unbothered.

An albatross aloft, above,
Not biting on wind’s game of riddles,
Indifferent to which way comes gust,
Unfazed, steadfast, like sky-held buoy.

Then blows my way, at last,
Someone to toy - I’m not as rigid,
And flutters my lips to swear out dust.
I fall for it so easily. Oh boy.
Interpretation and perspective can paint the same scenery in vastly different colors. In seeking underlying intent, we may catch a hint of it—even if none exists. The balance between intuitive insight and evoking suspicions of our own making is delicate. Understanding this is perhaps all we can ask of ourselves: observe, learn, and be mindful not to tip the scale too far.
 188° 
Jeremy Betts
My heart gets crushed and cracks once more
It leaks through from the ducts of the eyes
As it makes it's way down the carved out paths of my carved up face
I truly try but can't forget to remember the many painful why's

©2024
 170° 
Ayesha Zaki
The moon caught fire,
the warmth slowly seeping
deep into my awry, hollow veins.

But the only thing that could quench
it's ember-lit flames,
was my lovesick yearning
for you.
Yet, it continued to burn until there was nothing left but an empty concept of who I was before.
 161° 
Salmabanu Hatim
A Palace like bungalow,
A helipad,
Private jets,
A helicopter,
Garage full of luxury cars
             B U T
He went to the toilet on his two feet.
7/10/2024
 159° 
Ken Pepiton
step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.
funda means bottom most, mental means made of thought,
know thyself, is a fundamental "must do" for any planning to die right.
 135° 
Aslam M
Since there is no place to go
All one can do is go with the flow….

Work is going extremely slow.
All one can do is go with the flow….

The current phase of life is  low
All one can do is go with the flow …. .

Stuck  with people who i harldy know.
All one can do is go with the flow …..
 128° 
Shaundarel L Brown
You
I hate you
I can’t get rid of you
You don’t even know the power you hold
It feels like I’m drowning
Over this but I wasn’t
Confidence waning
My control; give it back

Shaundarel 2024
 122° 
Isaac Carden
Under clouded skies,
Rain falls and thunder cracks.
Life feels serious and dark.
It's intoxicating.

Accepting my mortality,
I'm sinking into nothingness,
The gravity of my decisions
Not significant.

In death we realize
The totality of destiny,
And what awaits us
Or forsakes us
In the afterlife
We can't predict.

Maybe actions play no part.
Guilty of destruction or
Responsible for loving,
Might we get what we deserve?
 121° 
iren
You came in and stole it,
everything that was ever mine.
You stole my heart too,
with all the sadness that's within.
Nothing that was mine was left,
you took it all for yourself.
 118° 
Juno
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 99° 
Nigdaw
I'll pay a ransom for my art
the ivory tower must release
the fair maiden
my muse
for freedom of expression
This site hangs, I have asked three times for help but am ignored. I cannot access my own work or anybody else's so I apologise for not commenting on or liking many poems as I can only see one page. Does anyone else have the same problem or do I now have to pay a subscription to be part of this community.
 95° 
Joiah Luminosa
An endless turn,

A silent burn,

He slips away,

Won’t e'er return.

The flesh is raw,

The lady saws,

I wait her call,

She fights, withdraws.

Escapists flee

When fear draws near,

They toss, they turn—

Nothing is clear.

Confused, we bind

Tormented hearts,

What we will find

Is love in shards.
I purchased a can of diarrhea cleaner before going bowling. I knew
that I'd need it later to maintain cleaner diarrhea. "Pass the diarrhea
cleaner," my dentist said. "Here you go," I replied. The next day a
good tooth was gone. "You idiot!" I screamed. "You extracted the
wrong one!" The dentist looked away. "You're thinking
about diarrhea cleaner aren't you?!" I questioned.
 86° 
ymmiJ
living lost
unattached to source
pray for those
 80° 
Nat Lipstadt
"Nothing is so healing as the human touch."


Started:    June 21, 2011
Finished:  August 14, 2011

"Nothing is so healing as the human touch."

Purportedly, the final words of Bobby Fischer, the reclusive, oft bizarre-acting Chess Grandmaster, whose life deserves your examination.  

I wasted decades of my life in a loveless, sexless, miserable marriage. I read his dying words, and the poem~notion was born, but the words had their own timetable and it made me crazy.

All the facts you need to read this old poem are now in your possession.
~-----------------------------------------------~
Mos­t poems used to just tumble out,
Sudoku words combos,
Gunslinger I was,
poetically licensed to shoot
from the hip (the lip?).

Then you go mute, until that second,
When once again,
machine gun stanzas fall like
Cheerios
spilling all over the kitchen floor,
as they always do at Two Am
when quietude is in high season,
And the whole house is sleeping.

Once in awhile,
the title~idea recorded,
but the poem unwrit,
just won't come.
*** but no ******.

The words smack you,
write me, I deserve it,
a challenged duel glove
goes kissy kissy on your face,
but the words,
the choice of weapons
eludes for weeks, months.  

So Bobby,
your challenge
long ago accepted,
but my reply imperfect,
has lain bound and gagged,
a poem-in-progress
hid in the trunk of my heart,
unable to escape, even when
escape attempted, unsuccessful.

From June till August moon,
your dying words have been
a cancer growing, within,  
hiding from my bullets
invented to radiate,
your final words, explicate,
Explode and expose.

Your life,
an essay on life in solitary,
anti-social would immodestly describe your life best.

How came you then to exclaim,
re the glories of human touch?


Ah a dying man's last regret,
a simple cri du couer,
nothing extraordinaire,
a basic 101 shoulda/woulda
of "I coulda done it better,"
what's the big deal?

Until this exact second,
Sunday rain jolted body from bed
do I instant understand my obsession,
the import to me,
the need to capture
the haunt of the healing
of your dying words.  

Life is small, miniaturized
when numbered in decades -
five, six, seven,
maybe,
eight nine or even ten.  

How came I to pass so many,
discarded whole decades,
of the few we garner
without the sustenance of
Human Touch?

How came I to allow this
disaster to pass?


How did I advance to the next grade/decade
when a failing grade was scarlet tattooed
In ****** scars upon my chest?

Would be easy to dismiss
as just another
whiney rant
that is no longer relevant
to you,
lies I told myself,
no longer resonate,
over, now.

Never.  

Everything matters.  

Summation.  Accumulation.

Day Counter Totals
reveal gaps of years
that cannot be refilled
so your accounting
must include a retelling of the
wasted days and acknowledge
with your dying breath,

Nothing is so healing
as the human touch.


Thank you my love.
Thank you, Mr. Fischer.
Summer
2011
 77° 
Karma
The scent of sin
Is ripe in man,
Yet the vision isn’t there.
The scent of sin
Rains burning sand
Yet the sinner fails to care.
The scent of sin
Consumes the land
For at nothing does it halt.
The scent of sin
Is spread by hand
For they build top pillars of salt.
 74° 
Peter Garrett
The only thing worse
Than pulling the trigger
Is spending your entire Life
With a barrel on your mouth
Just waiting for that 'bang'
P.s. This is not a poem about suicide. It's about expectations. About living with a heavy burden and never being able to set free of it.
 73° 
Izzy
my beloved,
what do i do
if i never see you again?

what if
words exchanged
were the last ones
to be so?

what if i
were
never
able
to let go

what if i
have to
keep on
turning
in my grave
 72° 
Donall Dempsey
THE SECRETION OF MEMORY

in an attic
( mottled with age)
mirror gazes upon mirror

a web attaches
( spun by a rather theatrical spider )
a primitive computer to a wall

a mouse scurries over
a dusty keyboard
the keys hungry for words

a tattered kite
stares at a sky
the clouds racing by

here is where
objects go to die
when the world abandons them

I too
an object abandoned
by my self
 67° 
Yonah Jeong
681
The scariest human being is a criminal who hasn't committed a crime.
 64° 
tabitha asiana
In this life you can meet someone
and then unmeet them in the process of time.
There will be days you will long for their presence,
and days where you wished you never met them at all.

In those paradoxes of life, I have found much meaning.
That life is meant to be lived and that it meant to hurt.
We are truly alive when we feel certain emotion, every emotion.
Every ups and every down reminds us of living the life.

That life is pretty and at the same time messed up,
That there is beauty in sadness,
and there is danger in too much happiness.
nothing much in mind lately, but these thoughts circling back as I am reminded of how I only write when everything in me is falling apart.
 60° 
Roshan
Never forget
God answered you
All He wants in return
Is to obey His commands
To walk on the path He has laid for you
You are the son of God now
Alive only because He commands it
like a shadow you take up the periphery of my life
never clear enough to validate how much you scare me
and just out of sight and never there when i finally turn
not really here but still hindering my peace
i need to take a personal inventory of what really matters, don't i?
 59° 
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com


                 We Are Offered Two Candidates for the Presidency


I am afraid that one of them will win
 58° 
Morgan Howard
My face like a canvas
And I am the artist
I grab my paintbrush
Dipping it in the paint on my pallet
I bring the bristles up to my lips
And I begin my masterpiece
Painting on a beautiful smile
For all to see
But no matter how realistic my art looks
The smile will always be a painting
 57° 
Jeff
To all the haters
That pray on my downfall
I will see you later
And smash your head in to a wall
My poems are amazing
Your poems are trash
I am the best
 56° 
Lena
Why do you run,
Dear?
I love you,
Please don’t fear.
I’ll take this knife
To your ribs;
Slice open your chest
Toy with your life.
If you would just love me
Maybe I’d play a bit nicer;
But right now I’ll sear your flesh
With my favorite BIC™ lighter.
My brain is just popping out banger after banger. (I may be losing it)
BETTER BE

FOR US...


WE ALREADY LOST ....


LOST..LOST...AND LOST ENOUGH!


WE ARE  ALMOST...

DYING....

BUT  A THIRD's

SIDE OF A COIN's

IS ABOUT YOU!....




SINCE YOU KNOW's,

LONGER NEEDED US...


IT'S OKEY....

SENSES & AND CENTS

CAN NOT

BE ONE's!
 49° 
katie
she’s everything i am,
and everything i could be
she gets tired and lonesome,
and she’s suffered for me

she’s strong and capable,
and someone i look up to
her unconditional love is powerful,
and she’s lessened every pain i’ve gone through

time after time again,
she’s forgiven my selfish ways
because she has always been a part of me,
and she’s always here to stay
a letter to myself
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