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 270° 
Lyn Stebbins
Clouds roll smoothly across the sky, taking last summer away.
Winds blow soon to bring snow. We stand looking  at the past our children growing fast.
it is a time of reflection. time to let go.


Lyn Stebbins
January 27th 2022.
 229° 
Don Bouchard
Nature rang.
She wants to know
What are your plans
For volcanoes.
Nature, pollution, earth-belches
I dream of you
Your lips of cherry red
Lying on sheets of white
In my house upon my bed
I dream of you
The fragrance of your hair
Your gentle touch and care
Your skin so soft and fair
I dream of you
Your lips of cherry red
The last three words you said
Dancing in my head
I dream of you
 50° 
Seranaea Jones
-


all my mistakes in life
add weight to a scale
of self-judgement–

so far i sense
a balance—

yet it feels to me like
i've let so much ballast
get washed overboard...




s jones
2022



.
 45° 
Hakikur Rahman
People say,
Seeing is believing.

But,
if you open your insight
and think really right,
you will find out
that,
your eyes have deceived you.

What you saw and believe
could be quite wrong.

Human perception
is an extremely difficult observation.
 40° 
ashabalaratuu
Предлагаю тебе,
начать все с начала

вспомнить то, что действительно важно

пойдем домой
 37° 
Kai
"her name"

I'm not overreacting
Not making up
negative scenarios in my head
I feel too much,
too fast

A thousand needles
rip and tear me
from the inside out
A weight inside me falling,
breaking my heart into a million pieces.

My heart feels like it has stopped beating
and it begins to be hard to breathe
for my lungs stop working
and I try to gasp for air  

I clench my fists
draw blood from my palms

Forcefully, I let out a smile
using it to cover up the pain I feel
And the tears hiding behind my eyes
As I laugh making painful jokes.

But you'll never know it
Because I hid it from you
 32° 
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
 31° 
Sarah
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
 30° 
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)
 28° 
anna
to all my lovers,

please indemnify
the bits of myocardium
you borrowed from me.

you may return them to this address:

150 Mediastinum Lane
Thoracic Cavity, DNR
 27° 
Leila The Kiwi
Reach outward toward me
Let the wind take your hand
Twirl through our story

Lay breathless beneath
A blanket of stars
The possibilities will
Keep you warm.

l.v.s
 21° 
Redroses
Let's play  
Were we stay
holding hands

Together we fight
Never leave
Each other side

I'd die with you
If I have too
 20° 
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved
 20° 
m h John
i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
 19° 
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
What if
there was no Spiderman, Superman, Batman or what if there was no Spiderwoman, Superwoman, Batwoman or.. that woman's looking at me furiously as if I'd just taken her comics away, but
what if,
there really were real people
and we were just the warm-up acts?

She's telling me about crypto-currency which disrupts my train of thought which my brain had only just caught,

nothing runs to time anymore, what's mine is not even mine anymore, what's she talking about currency for?

Love is peculiar and for no reason in particular
I shall go and give her a kiss.
 18° 
Moony
I don't know when
I don't know why

but I feel the ropes you had tied around me
have snapped

you still desperately tug at them
trying to get me back
trying to tie me up again

but my connection broke
your ties broke

I can finally move
I can finally breathe
I'm finally free
 17° 
Loser
Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.
This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.
 17° 
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.
 16° 
heyo
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
 16° 
gayatri
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̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 16° 
Brian Turner
Running at night
Guided by a torso mounted light
Stepping from the the pavement
Into the darkness

Into the wood
Scanning the forest floor
Looking to avoid the trip
Looking to find the way out

UFO lights turn out to be neon lit dogs
Jumping up steps, jumping over logs
The full moon provides more light
To guide me into sight

Cool air hugs my legs and face
Warm sweat heats my torso
The dark park is silent now
I smile as moisture drips from my brow
Notes from my winter runs with a chest mounted light.
 15° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 15° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 15° 
Josh
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
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
 15° 
Mary Anne Norton
So quiet out
Can hear my
Breath
With each step
I take
Loneliness all around
Only the howling
Of the wind
Reminding me of
Winter's Song
Time to go
Back in
To warm my hands
And frozen heart
Waiting for the
Sun to melt
My frozen blues
Away
 14° 
charles
im still a dreamer,

but don't be fooled;

i'm seeking every thing but you.

trailing off in atom bombs,

at night, ignite the things i lose,

fall back to what i used to love,

maybe some day it's you.
 13° 
ruqayyah
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
 13° 
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
 12° 
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
 12° 
Martin Boško
A little painter in her room
Gathers strength while Darkness looms
She takes a canvas, picks up the paints
A rush of adrenalin in her veins
She holds the brushes, takes a stance
Her hands over the canvas dance
And suddenly, the room is brightened
Successful work, she's no longer frightened
A powerful shield to fight the Night
A little painter that paints with Light
 12° 
Banana
"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."
 12° 
Sevki
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
 12° 
blackbiird

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

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