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 328° 
Chum
He won’t write for me
He won’t write to me
I wonder what
He will say
When we finally meet
Distant lover
Please come closer
 248° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 185° 
B E Ragland
on top of a broken throne,
a hopeless ghost that eloped with control
and then leapt off a cliff when
he was supposed to invoke
all those happy memories,
sits uncomfortably.

half of his entropy flows from disasters detached from his history
and the rest is the wind through the trees grown from bitter seeds
thrown into the dirt of what was meant to be forever.

crowns melt with enough heat.
clouds swell above the heads of those condoning his death,
a true crown for the ugly...

off with his head!
off with his head!
off with his head!

he sees them seething and he forgives himself for being a fool
as their screams retreat from the growing light of oblivion.
#spoondeep #alldumb #love #breakup #woke #death #rapcareer #wedding #kingshit
#otherperson #shutup #already #starvingartist #duh
 180° 
bcb
for your sake,
I will live this life as it was meant to be lived;
to love
to see
to be

be well,
bcb
 176° 
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 167° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
My life's too dreary
Why did I boast?
Now I'm paying the cost
Oh! I'm so weary

Been on too many journeys
Carrying heavy loads
On life's numerous roads
Too weak to survive life's tourneys

They told me home is best
There I can find the cure
Then maybe,I'll become pure
When the beast in me finds rest

That's why I'm here on my knee
With tears in my eye
Sorry 'bout you and I
I'm still just trying to find me.
 146° 
Purcy Flaherty
It takes so much strength to suppress that yearning,
To step back and let the thing you love grow,
It’s bittersweet, crushing and revealing; Going with the flow,
when everything inside you says No,No,No!
Letting go of your true loves  desire
 145° 
Dez
After feeling like you're dying stop your crying and keep on trying.
 134° 
Rupert Pippingford
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.
 133° 
Astral
You told me
"You could do better."
But all I could think of was
"Why would I?"
 123° 
Farheen Khan
If I really had to hurt you one day
Let it be Now
And never
Again
Feelings are difficult 💔
 123° 
Gamaliel
and in Your secret
and silent dwelling places,
love overwhelms me -
unfailing and unchanging,
deeper and deeper i fall
 114° 
MARGA
you are the love
that felt like everything i have
is the entire universe
to me did not oppose.
30 days of poetry;
an april 2020 challenge.
day 1 ♡
 102° 
Reappak
Rights for women

Most crucial creatures on earth
No man can dare their worth

A life without them is incomplete
Maybe worse than hell fire's heat

A figure worthy than diamonds lives in our life
Sister, daughter, mother or wife

Respect this creature in life Oh man!
Make life paradise for her, I know you can!
___________

Rights for children

Brawl for your rights young lives
Do it, before another friend's soul dies

You need your rights to be fulfilled
To get all the things you willed

Reject the enforcer of child labor
Even if it is marked as an unpaid favor

Fight the ones rejecting your education
Keep studying till your qualification

Report about the wicked tormentor
His punishment will be incredibly tremendous

Fray for your freedom young beauties
But also remember your duties😊
Women and children are a special gift in this world....... Respect them
 102° 
Joy
I've gone round the sun once more!
And as I float adrift
right between the clouds
of eyes wide open and asleep
resting on the sunbeam line
bent in accordance with my spine
I float, and fall and split,
in somber grace and delicacy,
now I can hum myself to sleep,
filled with darling dreams indeed!
Happy birthday to me!
 86° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 85° 
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)
 82° 
B E Ragland
Abraxas in the bathroom mirror,
I am not here perpetually.

Krakens in the coffee creamer,
"here" is a relative term.

Massive is the pile of things
I'll never get around to touching,
my relative's calls are all forwarded
to voicemail.

Worry is a meal all it's own.
 76° 
trcain
We don't love us anymore
All our screaming fits are over
I watched you cry til you were sober
And that's exactly what we are
Sober and over

Everyone said it wasn't easy
But the truth is, the lies were very cozy
And your fake smiles made me feel less lonely
But the truth is bound to die
I'm just alone
This is actually the first verse of a song I've written
 74° 
thesa
i never felt so much
healing

until today
i took a walk in the forest
and came out
taller than the trees
 73° 
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
 66° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 63° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 62° 
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 61° 
Vaughn
Thoughts were toxic,
Filled me with strain.
Listened to music,
Eases my pain.

Lying on my bed,
Soft is the music I hear.
Went out my shed,
The music became clear.

Danced with the music,
Swayed along the trees.
All night I frolic,
With all the coldest breeze.
I just love the rain

-added one more stanza to make it better ... I guess :)
I look up and pluck a daisy,
I pull out the petals, one by one.
There’s pain when the roots hold firm,
But they’ll come free
And I’ll feel a little worse.
Do daisies grow back?
I’m ruining them all,
But one more can’t hurt.
I eat the head-

When I look up
There’s no daisies left.
 59° 
Xin
I decided to run after my dreams
And not to run after love
Just a thought of mine which I decided at dawn
 56° 
monica
i love you,
i want you,
but i can't have you.
will soon post the full poem hehe this is an old poem i made when i was in 10th grade though
In the darkness there is;
the gentle glow of light from your cigarette
and the reflection of each other
in each other’s eyes

most people dance under the stars
but you and I dance amongst them
Day One
 54° 
Alexander
I daydreamed to the point,
Where we seemed like a reality.
Her eyes spoke unique language, the language only i could understand..
He kept his mother
in a sealed envelope,
waxed,
stored in the back
of his closet
like so many
old sweaters,
not worn but kept
for the memories.
I caught him once,
crying, kneeling
before her. He held
her ashes like
she once held him.
And through a gap
in his fingers
I could read
the ink that said:
    Date of death: 12/10/17
    Date of cremation: 12/12/17
    Store in a cool, dry place.
 53° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 53° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 52° 
Emilio
Is a real thing, for sure.
You could die, or survive
But more importantly,
You could be the greater threat or
the cure
 50° 
Tatiana
I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.
©Tatiana
What can I say, I like to share stories.
 44° 
Scorpius
My feet
Planted,
Hips lined up
Just so,
Arms reaching,
I settle
Into stillness
And notice
The twist
Begin
In my breath
Before
My body
Joins.
I follow,
And belong.
 44° 
Michael John
never was
was never
ever is
is ever
is now
now is

all i know
know i all
i all
all i..
a poem without the magical assistance of kief..
 44° 
alex
when you want to be kind
be kind
but when you want to be mean
be kinder
i haven’t posted in a long time, but i’m always writing; the poems just come to me in pieces.
 43° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
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