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 822° 
BJ Donovan
Each poem is a desired object
  needing to be courted lovingly.
  A first draft is dinner and
  getting to know a bit of her.
  A goodnight peck and on your way.
  Thinking of her until sleep.

  Soon she makes a dinner for you
  and tells you of her lost loves
  as you confess yours to her.
  Shared open wounds still healing.
  Trust is now a part of this
  investment in a life together.

  The final draft is when each
  consumes the other with
  complete truth and doesn't
  bother coming up for air
  because it is the final draft!
  We sleep lovers sleep forever.
 603° 
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
 437° 
london b blue
it's like holding the world in your hands
and letting it slip from your grasp.
like owning the most beautiful, priceless
piece of artwork the universe will ever let their
eyes get a taste of, and letting it burn in the fire.
this is the emptiness they tried to warn us about.
it's burning aches in the middle of the night
because you can't quite close that wound.
it's constant pain that no amount of medicine
can fix.
 333° 
FOD
The truth is that deep down I knew I didn’t deserve to see you.
I didn’t deserve a resolution.
 317° 
Donna
There’s nothing better
than beautiful photos filled
with special moments

❤️
love my family photos I have plenty hanging on my walls at home always makes me smile when I look at them ;❤️
 250° 
Amanda
and the thing is
i could spend the rest of my days
alone in my tower
brushing all this **** hair
and be perfectly content

but i would rather not
to all my baller lady friends
who think wanting someone to love
makes them dependent or weak

feeling lonely is not a weakness—
it’s human h*cking nature, love
 248° 
Nina
He had pretty eyes
And seductive lips
He told me
That i turn him on
I just laugh it off
But little did he know
He had turn me on first
 210° 
Johnny walker
Yesterday those days have all gone by oh so quickly leaving me clinging to my memories such beautiful memories of a time that once belong to Helen and I
for
then we were all that mattered In a world so full of problems but we'd sleep safe In each others arm
In our own
world
untouched by outside Influences safe In the knollege we had each others love and at the time that's
all we
needed
 210° 
F A Pacelli
the primal spirit
exists in all of us
our coding makes it so
the hunter of past
lives inside you
do not forget
your power
 171° 
Knowledge Variable
When in love without a lover,
all one can do is write poetry,
talking over one’s heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkyNISWE3Cc&t=2368s
 152° 
Ryan O'Leary
Give us our Bailey bread
has a better ring to it than
the the line from the Lords
Prayer of the same rhyme.

Bailey's banana bread is
perfect for coeliacs and
drink drivers, but not so
good for active alcoholics.
 133° 
Ashly Kocher
Like a ticking time bomb ready to explode
Yet not giving you the satisfaction to make you implode
 109° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
 83° 
Tom Spencer
white wings
gleaming in the sun

a flashing pendulum
swinging steadily

back and forth
across the field

a cloud of egrets
stalks the tumult

churning from
the tractor’s wake


Tom Spencer © 2019
 76° 
ghazal
It’s that time of the year again-
I feel lost.
With hesitation on my wrists my lips begin to defrost.
July 4th.
The anniversary of when you left me.
Three years later and I still miss you dearly.
Took me too long to realize I was never your love-
It was just my turn.


And just like digging a grave for my favorite tree,
It might’ve been useless but i needed it.
 76° 
EmVidar
I'm sorry to all the words
we did not say
and I'm sorry to you
for saying all the useless ones
that we did

-em vidar
happy birthday to you, I hope you find a love you want to hang on to
 69° 
Alexis
I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon the be able to shine .
Ya know?
 65° 
Frans
Your words are sharp yet mending

That enter my soul

That makes me enlighten and become crystal clear.

You're my all and savior Jesus Christ.
 63° 
Rebeca
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
 62° 
Mia Pratt
I am human too
I am not some hobby, game or toy
you would put to use
only when you are bored
or desperate or lonely for attention
or when you need me to be
your personal lifeguard
or your guidance counselor
when you are drowning in your
my feelings are not made of plastic
My feelings are real
I laugh, I cry, I get mad
I get scared, I make mistakes
just like you or anyone else
I am not useless object you can
only pick up and then toss aside
when you are ready to play with it
I am nothing but a single human being
 57° 
Maciej Miernik
i am back in town,
packed my bags and caught the train,
back to loving you.
 54° 
Someone
Your absence tortures me but what can I do
You forgot everything , the energy between us was magic you know ,
maybe it was a fantasy
i don't know anymore , maybe is better this way
I love you? I hate you?
It  doesn't  matter because you are not here
everything was fine, loving you was easy but now I am alone
 52° 
Winter Child
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
better
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
into a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
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.
 46° 
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.
 46° 
m h John
i’m sorry this world
did not welcome you
with open arms

send me a letter
when you get back home

so i know that
you’re safe
 43° 
roumen
Long road
To heven..
It is ending somewhere..
Dark road
To hell ..
It is leading sometimes.
Light road
To the sky..
It is flying somehow..
Curly road
To the moon.
It is bringing  you someone.
In your day
In your life.
In your dream.
To hug.
To love .
To kiss.
The gift of love ..
It is hard road..
..to your happiness..
 41° 
ymmiJ
peaking in wonder
your silk slip falls to the floor
as loves waiting ends
 41° 
Sofia Hinojosa
The little gnome had left the backyard.
For she had a different plan. She moved out.
I only wish I woulda gnome.
 40° 
David J
I was thinking to myself
What does powerful writing look like

At first i saw a writer focusing all energy into the pen

But I coreected myself, it would look like connecting the energies of the pen with yourself.
Writing as an extention of your own will...
an extension of your soul
I want to learn, devolpe, and grow.
 37° 
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.
 37° 
hayley
it kills me inside to
watch you leave
so unexpectedly when
all i did was
care and love you.

we were perfect one day
and then the next day came
where we went our
separate ways.
 36° 
Stacy Mills
I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much
 36° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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 36° 
Mari
I was too good for him.
He didn't deserve me.
So, god
Broke us up.
:-)
 35° 
atticus wilson
We know so much about each other
But we don’t know what the other’s face looks like
 33° 
Cameron Williams
Seated at my table,
you’ll find me, myself, and I
All three different versions talk
yet do not bat an eye
You must be invited here
it’s not an open door
And if nothing is brought with you,
your feet may hit the floor
You see, here at my table
are the l ones that I let in
It’s few and far between
but sometimes they may sit
And when you’re at my table there
must be something to present
Or else the clock is ticking
and your time will all be spent
It’s always been myself here,
some have eaten some have stayed
Some have packed their food to go
And left me there unpaid
But if you’d care to join me
At my table you may eat
Be sure you have your wallet
Or you will not have a seat
This poem is a story about who i allow into my life. There are so many people we come in contact with. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers, etc.
if you’re like me, you don’t always let these people into your life. And the ones you do allow yourself to be vulnerable with must provide something for you. If they do not present anything more to your life than you already have, but take from it, then those people are not worth having.
 32° 
Basil Gentleman
as my lover swims
in the blue waters
under the golden Sun
the birds sing a song of love.
she stands alone
perfectly
in a sea of pearls.
the Sun rays shine upon on her milky skin.
Neptune's kingdom was built for her
 31° 
Alaena Benedict
Stuck in your heart,
Not your fault that you're lurking around,
Swapping sides
And trying to hide
In the woods,
Around the trees
And something else you don't wanna to be.
I promise one day
I will find the way
To make you feel better,
To heal all your wounds,
To get rid of your haters,
Even if they only live in your head.

Feel it,
Feel the sound of my help
And accept.
 30° 
Anonymous
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
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