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 783° 
R
That day,
we were riding
in the same old wreckage of a car
that you wouldn't change
because it reminded you of some actress you used to like.
you told me I look like her.
I never liked to be compared to, you knew that
you knew so much about me
that you could shatter
my existence,
but you never did that,
instead, you loved me.
And the next time we met
you came in a new car.
We went to the same places
talked about the same things
but today, you didn't compare me to anyone.
today you accepted me
as I am.
 650° 
annie rose
im over it.
please stop haunting my mind.

when im happy.
when im sad.
when im angry.
when im feeling.

please stop.
when im trying to sleep
after a long day, week, month.

you appear yet arent here.
so please go away.
and stay away.

- i miss you and i hate it
 468° 
Harriet Shea
Colliding together our souls connect
perfect to the law of the Universe
we flow with the storms of our
spirit, gathering strength
from the energy of created
atoms of time.

Automatically we become rainbow
warriors of spirit, people of
the light, bringing all home
to where we all were
born soul after soul
till the soul is no
more
just
spirit of
the
Universal
Father
of love.



© 2019DerenaBree(All rights reserved)
 410° 
EBTI
I am the night,
They see and don’t feel
But the loneliest one
I am the knight,
They stand behind
And I hear the rythem of the fight
The battle bleeds,
And the knights are sacrificed.
 340° 
NN
You let your hands rush by the ivy,
ripping off every leaf you could get them on.
Only to drop them when no longer desired,
broken women, scattered across the lawn.
- N.N.
 267° 
ConcretePoet
you are
a flake
of snow

a feathery
ice crystal

a delicate
sixfold
symmetry
of beauty

a winter
wonderland
is what
you are
 243° 
Daan Vandelay
Omdat we je graag zien,
omdat we nog eens iets moeten gaan drinken,
omdat we je het beste wensen
en daarop willen klinken.

Daarom sturen wij dit kaartje,
op nog een pracht van een nieuw jaartje!

Vier het goed, verzorg jezelf
vierentwintig zeven, maar vergeet tussendoor
niet te genieten van het leven!
 227° 
Valentin
I feel so ridiculously shamefully in love
and so rejected and sad
that I cry before I sleep

I can't even have a painless sleep
as he's going to be the recipe of my dreams which
makes me cry even more after I sleep
12.11.19
 203° 
ok okay
I wish it were so simple
Rain could fall forever
Daydreams could become reality
Love would seem so clever
Fear would become a distant thought
My mind would stop its chatter
Flowers would bloom
Life would flourish

Sadly time will never falter
 195° 
Akhil Bhadwal
I don't lie,
I only avoid telling the truth
Some things are better,
When you let them the way they were

While some others are,
In need of adjustment, or fine-tuning, must I say
To keep everything in place,
Like it is meant to be, preservation of the world

I don't lie, I've confessed,
Make peace with all my sins at last
Like I said, I don't lie, but hey,
Maybe, this time, who knows, I just did
No particular rhyme scheme. Everybody tells lies, either to please others or for self-benefit or both or whatever...
 193° 
S I N
Only outlinings you can see
Of certain buildings in the mist
And not even one single tree
Is visible as in the east
No sun’s bright rays even permeate
Through the thickness of this foggy grid
 191° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 183° 
Meari Jade
I was watching the leaves fall, then met your eyes
My heater was enough to fend off cold, but your warmth was fine
Then came Spring when red roses brushed my cheeks
Later the Sun was too bright, demanding for my eyes
 178° 
shuble
There
comes
a time
when
you
are too
weak
and you
just
have to
hope
          '
'  '  '  '


'  '  '  '
          '
there's
som­eone
on the
other
side
reaching
out
and
maybe
they can reach you
( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡
love yall
yall love yourself too

on another note i tried to make fingers but that was hard
so that's why it looks all wonky
 128° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 125° 
Dr Peter Lim
Poetry is much closer to music than prose, however lyrical the latter might be.
The latter impinges on the immediate senses while the former is of a much more subtle, profound, sublime and transcendental nature.
 109° 
You
When the time comes out
Bring all your weapons
It will be no doubt
Or moment of guessing
A lot of tears and shouts
So much anger and aggression

So be ready
 109° 
Elle Dhani
when today's a loop,
where would I look?
if today's aloof,
would you be loof?

have you asked yourself?
to not be a commoner of your own elf ?

where would you like to be define?
if you're not fine?

hey, I see no time,
would you be now be refine?

If today's a loop,
would you choose a good scoop?
 97° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 81° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 79° 
Sun Joy
My joy is in the sun
My sun gives me joy
My heart melts with joy
When the sun comes up.
 75° 
Wander
i wear a mask
sometimes smiling,
sometimes frowning,
but i always wear a mask
pale and refined
straight and even
i play a role
of unimportance
to some im special
to others not
but at least i mean something
even if its fake
 70° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 66° 
Lilah

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
 53° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 51° 
Aprolam
a faint clap of thunder ,
clouded skies,
perhaps rain comes,
if so will you stay here with me?
not my own but it is still really good and i think that everyone should read it.
 50° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 47° 
Julianna
One day they’ll
see me
on the podiums
by chance
one day they’ll
see me doing
my own dance
and one day
I’ll believe in the stars
but today’s not that
 40° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 38° 
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.
 38° 
Riveá
Green has
always been my
favorite eye color, now
I know why. I'm drowning
in a pool of green and I have no
desire to be rescued. You could pull
me under, keep me within an arms reach
of oxygen, and I'd still call your arms home
 37° 
Ghostfeather
The older you become in your mind,
fewer words you'll start to find.
 36° 
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
you might not
have been my first love
but you were the one
who hurt the most.
- i ache for you but i'm still bruised.
 33° 
Betty
Winter sunrise on my last and longest day

Wrap me in a winding sheet of flaming orange

Take the reds and pinks from midnight blue to make my shroud

Let me rest in heaven fire

Drown my tired soul in colour

Drinking the final carnival

Warmth for my bones

A funeral of skies and wonders
Saying goodbye to a good man,
 33° 
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
 33° 
Gone Lifting
Winter

The sun
Now shortened
It goes crying in
Deprived
Of kissing
Your perfect
Soft skin
Since the sun is brief in winter.  I thought this poem should reflect that.
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