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 796° 
R
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
 410° 
Santana
My own internal clock stopped ticking
Emitting
Transmitting
Is this a new beginning
The phone keeps ringing
I keep on tripping
I’m quickly sprinting
Slowly Forgiving
I found my meaning
Read top to bottom and then bottom to top
 349° 
Void
It terrifies me
Knowing that people
Like you
Exist in this world
 300° 
Puds
On A Broken Landscape There Is A
Little Moor
With Sentinels And Their Shadows
On A Sun Washed Floor
Now If You Turn That Landscape
And Go Across The Heath
Youll Find A Mosaic Of Colour Under
Every Leaf
 211° 
l b d
37
there was a dawn
floating over the odds
out of sight
where many had rusted

he hovered above
the ominous plaster,

and the fear he caused began
 160° 
Poetic T
You were  my cross,
    stigmatised for loving

                                        you...

  
  But I'm crucified
for loving him.
 105° 
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!
 70° 
Tom Dodd
I think
therefore I question
I question
therefore I anguish
I anguish
therefore I tremble
I tremble
At the the thought
of the answer
 51° 
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
 51° 
amanda
i have this tendency
to wonder

if i was just
a little less me

would i have

just a little more you?
 49° 
Pepper Dove
When hopes and dreams
Are soon to come
I rise to face
The morning sun
Just when you think you will soon fall asleep, the sun decides to come out.
 49° 
kate
They are made of stars. Made of celestial beings, ever-present and never failing to make people gape at them in awe. There’s that unwavering need - itching under my skin - of desire to be selfish. To linger my hands on their flawed, moonlit skin. To be able to cup their heavenly face, to be able to peer into their starry eyes up close; I have never kissed a constellation but I would very much like to. Maybe my love for them is planetary and astronomical and maybe all I can do is orbit around them
 45° 
Lexie
Tell me
Your fantasy of God
Of goodness
Kindness
Tell me of sinners
And death
Speak of angels
We all are fighting
Invisible war
We don’t know who’s winning
But we all see everyone losing
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
While you’ve been smiling
I’ve been dying.

While you’ve been laughing
I’ve been crying.

While you’ve been kissing her
I’ve remained alone.

While you’ve been talking with her
I’ve been drowning in silence.

While you’ve been dreaming
I’ve been thinking of you.

While you’ve been happy
I’ve been writing stupid poems
And wishing death upon myself
Because I see no light at the end of the tunnel.
Like 3 of my poems were too long and I feel like not many peeps read them bc of that, so I decided to break them up as best as I could into chunked single poems.
 34° 
Erin Riley
You asked why
it’s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
 34° 
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 31° 
Singata
Is where I wake up in the evening
Is where I sleep in the morning
Is where I meet faceless hearts, souls, minds and special beings
Beings from different backgrounds, peasants and queens
Sharing their worsts and their bests as well as their dreams
Escaping the world that was not what it seemed.
You made me happy,
manifested from the fear
of self isolation
you had already trapped me.
so sorry you had me
i really wonder
 30° 
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
 29° 
Alya Adzkia
you are as cold
as winter
yet i am longing
for a warm spring

i knew we are different
but i was still willing
to take the aftermath

even though
i lost myself
along the road
i don't recognize myself anymore.
 28° 
PiLomus
It snowed atop the mountain,
a cold wind blow,  
in the meadows the winter has said hello.
First hello of winter
 27° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 27° 
Juls
Luna my love, are you there?
has the world been cruel or am i insane?
have you been listening to the weeps and wails of lost souls?
for when evening Sol arrives, i may not be here anymore
will you miss me if that happens?
or will you be the same as always and to not care?

on sunday evenings, i see your reflection on the lakes of the meadows, Luna
how we used to talk restlessly about insignificant little frogs up our throat
given the idea that i may die within the forest
with vines as my noose
as you watch me dangling from the tree i used to swing on
maybe these are all wishful thinking

just know that you are everything
Luna my love
 26° 
Vee
Why do you
always
let me hear
your melody
If you never
let me read
the lyrics?
Why do you
always
come to me
If you never
stay?
I want to swim
but you keep me
floating
upon the surface.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 25° 
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.
 25° 
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.
 24° 
Peter Balkus
I'm a poet,
I have nothing
except words.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Take your money,
take your cars
take your pearls.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Well, yeah, sometimes
I wish I was
someone else.

But I'm a poet,
poets can't escape
their Fate.
Sponsor this poem: paypal.me/pbalkus
 24° 
Chaely
The sun rising in a gloomy loom
The Haze the room in filthy noon
Everything is falling
Unraveling in a doom
Suddenly astonished with
A lonely tune
I sat on a chair looking at the moon
And asked what a lonely June
Why why is this
I said I guess It's just a wound
A wound from my past
That won’t heal soon
And then sadness filled up the room
I cried I weep to look at the stool
A child a dog that looks at me
wondering soon
The sadness and longing for a
Lovers loon
How will I long for love to bloom
When no one but just shadow
on my memories fume
the flickering bickering arguing
And suffering
The pain the lost in freezing frost
An atmosphere of a life that has no cost
 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.
 22° 
Khoi-San
Live love hate forgive
while reapers are having tea
the earth is calling
 21° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much

We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In one’s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
 21° 
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)
 21° 
FS-30
In the beginning it was magic,
With that came deceit.
Then the mask came off
And finally, you were seen.
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