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 817° 
Beulin S S
Beautiful days...

When I believed the moon

is following me;

When I believed trees can move

Fast with the train...

When I believed swallowed seeds

will grow as plants in my stomach;

When I believed all super heroes

On the screen were real;

When my mom fed me

   with the beautiful stories...

My childhood colours sprinkles

  Smile on my face with my memories.
Normal life of a child yet beautiful.
 260° 
Donall Dempsey
LE PRINCE DE DEMPSEY Á LA TOUR ABOLIE

Even my shadow
refuses to walk with me.

Even my reflection
refuses to see me.

Even my imaginary friend
refuses to speak to me.

"Why then Ile fit you.
Dónall’s mad againe."

Here in my own
personal Waste Land

tangled up in Nerval
and Eliot. I Kyd ye not.

And with no explanatory
footnotes.

I'll get even...I'll get even
with the lot of them.
 214° 
Tom Dodd
What sort of wretch am I?
Who curses God from where I lie
When I want to sing
I want to cry
But my arid throat’s too dry
To utter anything but
“What sort of wretch am I?”
 170° 
Sydney
Over mountains and hills
I will follow you
On my own wills
Under skies blue
And if clouds spew
Thunder and rain
I will never wane
I was told
I was bold
To fight dragons
With dangerous talons
But I will do anything
Even take a bee sting
And to make sure you are okay
I will keep the monsters at bay.
 140° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 139° 
Elizabeth Preston
She was stuck
in endless cycles
it seemed to her
more harm than good
to be a girl
in this world
 136° 
Puck
A toast to life
Sad and confusing but beautiful at last
every day feels the same
i'm waiting for it to get better
begging for something to change
but it feels like there is no point anymore
no purpose in living
there will be moments of fun
but each is met with ten moments of suffering
and worst of all
there will be no reason for the pain
just a never-ending feeling of loneliness
 61° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 58° 
maria
I can tell from personal experience
that type of love isn’t sustainable.
you can’t get lost in someone that deeply and still keep yourself.
a thousand apologies more will not
make spoken words unheard
 56° 
ymmiJ
all these people
some in concealment
others not
none
saying hello
 56° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 51° 
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!
 48° 
v
frozen to death
its all i can see
smoke in the ear calls to my feens
Im here and Im there
making it hard to breathe
back and forth
falling up but always jumping back down

why or what can make this be seen.
 46° 
Erik Luo
The sky
is crying
The clouds,
singing

About
that pain
Before
Love
 46° 
C M Thomas
Life is incandescent milliseconds
Burning to flee from the trial of shadows
 44° 
Glenn Currier
I stand before the narrow window
and see more clearly more deeply
in this smaller space
than my years with the picture window
and its crowd calling for attention.
I do not negate the immense value of a life filled with variety and richness, but lately with a smaller aperture, it seems I can see some things more clearly, more deeply.
 44° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
I would like to say it was not nice being with you, we have reached the end of our road , we have to go our sperate ways  , its not me its you as it is in your name you have always troubled me. Its time we see other people, I don't know about you but I would like to meet people like happiness, kindness and love, I think 🤔 happiness And kindness are related because of ness, well I would like to be part of the there family. I guess you can call me francinahness,  I know you don't like it but it sounds great in my ears, so I would like to kiss u good bye have a nice life or maybe not, but I don't bring trouble to others life, so in other words I will not invite you to my loved ones. goodbye troubles😘😁
 40° 
undefined
There's sometimes, when "paradise,"
Can't take it all away.
You don't fall in, to salvation,
And down in doom you stay.

I've found then, on a corner grin,
At a bar just down the street
When freedom turns to loneliness,
You can always find a drink.
IDK what I'm writing, I just liked the sound it made coming out,. I'll save it here for now
 40° 
Ghostfeather
Our tears remind us,
that we're always all alone;
wanting someone to find us,
and bring us close to home.
Once upon a scrappy piece of paper.
 38° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 32° 
JDMaraccini
I promise you as we stand on the ledge
you will never enter heaven
I do not regret who I am
I only regret that I married you

I open my arms and hug the wind
the memories begin
I was there when she was born
you took everything from me

I say out loud as we fall
I wish I never met you
The teacher, the mother, the preacher
Deceptive, hypocrites, liars

The truth brings dignity
you have no integrity
My hatred for you grows
as we fall into oblivion
© JDMaraccini 2013
 31° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
Just like the wind you blew past me as I swayed in your presence

I felt a tear in my eyes but I was to weak for it to fall

You reminded me of what could have been with a sharp cold knife to my chest

My heart felt your existence after I spent so much time burying you alive

I am forevermore in love with the wind because it reminds me of you

Blowing past me but for a mere second we blew together.
 27° 
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
 27° 
Susy Kamber
The sound of the leaves written primarily by trees.
As such was the beauty heard plainly with ease.
Up mountains, round rivers.
A song for the birds.
For the people that fly there.
Across valleys was heard.
Now what be the mention of this, you may wonder,
Alone to unravel the blur from down under.
A song can be sung from the language of trees.
I heard in the sky and then carried to thee.
i have a little kitten a cheeky chap is he

he climbs upon my chair and sits up on my knee

lies upon his back for me to stroke his fur

happy and content as he begins to purr.



gives a loud meow when its time to eat

jumps down to the floor waiting for a treat

then he as a play for a little while

he is very funny and always makes me smile.
 26° 
Beau Donner
sometimes i'm in the
self-less-forest

& sometimes i''m in
the forest-of-self
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 26° 
sara
the soft touch of my mother's hand
her warm embrace
the dreamland
it's slowly fading away
                               a little.....
                                      just a little longer
                       let me hold on to it
 26° 
Universe Poems
Late at night my heart
skipped a beat,
while going
back out into the dark street
It was for all the
right reasons
so this time
it settled, and went back
to comfort, and beat
Letting me know that what I was feeling,
will end up being very deep, and
could turn out being for
Eternal keep.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney
 25° 
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
 24° 
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° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 23° 
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.
 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.
 21° 
Luiz
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.
 21° 
A Freedom
'Until facing the umbra,
One's sleeping with 'the' lights on!
Once awake within its slumber, 'sees its shadows' as it is.'
~
 20° 
Dresden
I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here
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