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 323° 
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
 230° 
Germain Nouveau
Vous รชtes brune et pourtant blonde,
Vous รชtes blonde et pourtant brune...
Aurais-je l'air, aux yeux du monde,
D'arriver tout droit de la lune ?

Et cependant, on peut m'en croire,
Vous รชtes l'une et l'autre chose
Comme Vous รชtes blanche et noire,
Des cheveux noire et de chair, rose.

Mais peut-on dire dans le monde,
La plaisanterie est commune :
ยซ Si votre belle Amie est blonde,
Elle est blonde, elle n'est pas brune ยป.

ร€ moins d'arriver de la lune,
Peut encor dire tout le monde :
ยซ Si votre belle Amie est brune,
Elle est brune, elle n'est pas blonde ยป.

Pourtant ! le savez-vous mieux qu'Elle ?
Leur rรฉpondrai-je (Tu supposes)
Eh bien ! moi, je ne sais laquelle
Elle est le plus de ces deux choses.

Bien que personne n'y consente
Et qu'elle semble inconsรฉquente,
C'est une brune languissante
Et c'est une blonde piquante.

Aurais-je la bonne fortune
De mettre d'accord tout le monde,
Concรฉdez-moi donc qu'elle est brune,
Je vous accorde qu'elle est blonde.

Elle a, pour faire ร  tout le monde
Une concession encore,
Une longue mรจche de blonde
Dans ces cheveux bruns, qui les dore.

Enfin, je vous dis qu'elle est brune,
Je vous rรฉpรจte qu'elle est blonde,
Et si j'arrive de la lune,
Je me moque de tout le monde !

Aprรจs tout, ce n'est pas ma faute
Si, sous ses longs cheveux... funรจbres,
Le corps blanc dont votre รขme est l'hรดte
A du soleil... dans ses tรฉnรจbres.
 205° 
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.
 180° 
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.
 158° 
beth fwoah
first stretch of great wall of china to rebuilt tana to loy

authorised by ian

5000 to work

this will be my wedding present to ian
 139° 
wu kong
my fingers have traced love messages onto her skin

and my tongue has grown addicted to the sweetness of her name

my arms have felt what itโ€™s like to embrace the universe

and my entire being has undoubtedly recognised that weโ€™re one and the same
 127° 
Ben Palomino
Whatโ€™s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist
Couldn't think of a title
Brain died
 98° 
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)
 98° 
Zzz
at the most lonely of times,
i look up to the stars,
watch the moon glow,
and sing to the night-blooming flowers
that hide with me in my secret garden.
mother nature
 96° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 91° 
FrankieM
Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
you,
you
are
the
f
i
n
e
s
t
of wine
 90° 
Jace
Empty stores
Bare shelves
Bruised cans
Hate crimes
New deaths
Continuous cases
Shunted halt
Crashing economy
Fear left people in a shear panic
Panic left people feared for their lives
The worst of times pulls on the worst of our souls
Bring the light to someone's hidden dark world
Fear leads to panic, panic feeds on fear, anyone in the crossfire be dammed.
It's up to each of us to call a cease fire
before no one's left to write in our history books
 87° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 77° 
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
 68° 
Stained Glass
The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
 63° 
lX0st
I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance
 63° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย to you,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I was
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 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. โ™ก
 56° 
Words' Worth
Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
 51° 
Hamad
I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown

my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.
 50° 
Mike Hauser
I'm afraid
We're going to isolate
Even further than we are

If we don't get a grip
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third

Being all I, me, mine
Where we spend our time
Inside our solitary rooms

This constant creep of self
Will soon be our death
If we keep humming this crazy tune

Our social butterfly
Has up and died
Cut off in mid-bloom

The once abundant life
Took to flight
With nothing much to do

But to isolate
I'm afraid
Even further than we are

With no flotation devices left
On this sinking ship
Going down for the third
 47° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 46° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
 46° 
Sunstrike
The Restriction of Movement was extended for another 14 days.

Another 14 days to overthink this existence.
 45° 
Chris Saitta
When I die, I will miss
A womanโ€™s long hair in the wind,
Not a timeless thing, but a thing
Without concern for time,
The way Rome always reminds
Of Greece, and Greece reminds
Of salt air and vines.
 44° 
Autmn T
While I cry to myself in the mirror, she'll be admiring every creak in my bones.
The streets are bare as
the cherry blossoms still bloom.
Life will carry on.


A walk in the woods
will still be enjoyable,
while six feet apart.


Slow down and observe
the beat of nature, for it
is good for the soul.
Three Haikus I wrote because I was inspired during these crazy times
 43° 
Salmabanu Hatim
On our first night he promised me the world,
After three children I am still waiting.
28/3/2020
 43° 
Luna Maria
the silence
hurts more
than the
words
I get replaced so easily
 43° 
Gray
you get a call
itโ€™s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
itโ€™s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you donโ€™t know how to feel
he says heโ€™s done the bottle
(you donโ€™t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you donโ€™t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon
based off the time when my friend called me during a suicide attempt
 42° 
Star BG
I turn on the lamp of love in my mind
moving as its glow shines. As it
spreads out eyes into day.

Energies spiral as voice aligns with breath
and song resonates outward shines. As moments of sand pile so memories begun.

I turn on the lamp of love in mind
that never burns out. That is
light particles magnetized
by heart pulsate.

Engirds spiral to enter cells
with breath as every ***** feels
energized and human form becomes crystalline.

I turn on the lamp of mind for my soul
and send it to the world to know
everything is grand and alright.
Everything is alright
 41° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 41° 
Julia Hicks
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
 40° 
Samantha Renee
he said
when you are crying
          i will dry your tears.
when you feel like self-destructing
          i will sing softly to you for as long as you need.
when you are broken
          i will lie with you, and we can do beautiful nothing together.
when you are wordless
          i will understand.
when you can't move
          i will be there for you.
when the past is choking you
          i will gather you into my arms.

i will love you through everything.
every brokenness
          every fear
                    and every "what if."

it will be you and me,
me and you,
no matter what.
 40° 
Colette Alexia
He said he's never danced without music before
He tells me that he'll miss me when he'll see me tomorrow
He said in all his life he's never been more sure
That I have an ease about me that makes him comfortable
He said, "The city lights can dim the moon,
But there exist no lights that could outshine you."
I'm still learning his emotions
What it is that sets him off
He said he's been waiting for a while
But for me this happened all at once
Trying to make sense of all the feelings that I've felt
No lights ignite the path to a heart's recovery of health
3.26.2020
 37° 
sara
since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better
 37° 
Dez
To touch a heart
is to be a part
of a work of art.
 36° 
Kara Teithley
when you forgive the perpetrator
it was and never will be about them
all of it points to your path forward

it's ok, so you got problem you so dearly cling to
ones you refused to try and work through
this decade of weak being "recognized" is dead

still in history statisticians say, "nonsense"
no larger than daily death and other misery
pol *** giggles at the lethargy

sheep gather in the field of hypnosis
anger is untapped and needs release
simply just push them over

(freeze)
I have always been fascinated by people who panic.
It's strange to watch body/language responses.
It's almost as if they are not themselves and operating on another wavelength. Truly interesting. Almost fake.
 35° 
Stuart Drummond
Quiet.
And Spring-like.
Thatโ€™s how Iโ€™d describe it,
the smell.
Nose poking through door like
a dog,
pulling in soft air and the faintest
whiff of a Marlboro light.

So quiet.
And calm.
Hard to believe it,
the uncertainty.
Nose poking through door like
a truffling pig,
wafting in pillows of anxiety that
taste just like Tuesday.
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