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 6188° 
Antonyme
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
 867° 
badwords
Hush, little bird, though your cries ring true,
The weight of whatā€™s coming hangs over you.
You speak of a sky too heavy to hold,
Of a world too weary, of lives grown cold.

Yes, rivers fade and forests fall,
And humankind, blind, heeds no call.
Each thread they pull, each fire they light,
Tugs closer the end of their fleeting might.

But little bird, lift your weary eyesā€”
Thereā€™s beauty still where ruin lies.
The earth will heal when the noise is done,
When silence blooms under a gentler sun.

Fields will rise where the towers stood,
Roots will drink what was spilt as blood.
The seas will churn, the storms will sing,
And life will burst in the heart of spring.

Hush, little bird, thereā€™s grace in the end,
A cycle no hand can break or bend.
For nature waits with patient might,
To cradle the dark and birth the light.

So let them falter, let them fall,
Their echoes faint, their shadows small.
A better world, post-human reign,
Awaits in the wake of their fleeting pain.

Sing not of doom, but whatā€™s to be,
A quiet earth, reborn, set free.
Hush, little bird, your fears may restā€”
The world will thrive, in time, refreshed.
 863° 
Emma
Silent ruins stand,
Ghosts of a lost world whisper,
Dust cloaks barren dreams.
 846° 
Winter
we almost made it to the finish line,
we almost made it to the aisle,
i almost got my happy ending,
and i almost wore the dress.
(i almost said i do)

you got too busy for us,
trying to reach the sky,
forgetting me on the ground,
leaving me to die.

we almost passed the test,
and we almost became the first,
you almost said i was the dream,
and you almost swore forever.
(you almost said i do)

the future that we dreamed,
it's so far out of reach.
now we are worse than strangers,
trying to mend the welt.
 750° 
Sadique
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be aliveā€”
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
Let's talk about the silence
that tries to overcome the pain.
Let's try to tame freedom
so that peace
can take its place.

Let's not close
the last window behind us - a body
that is slowly dying
is a great excuse to give up.

I carefully count
your freshest tears - I know they exist
only to quench your longing.
Entrusted to the wrong sky,
I rock in the embrace
of the earth, close to fulfillment.

I don't want to replace
paradise for you - I will return
before the final blow falls
asleep in me.

The fist of your heart leaves
saturated shapes,
thoughts without their own words.
I leave time far behind.
I am leaving an eternity
for which there is no point
in starting another day.

Please, defeat the silence in me
that does not allow me to love.
Free me from faith;
for it I can give my life
into good hands.

Covered with black breath,
I beg for a sip
of the past,
for one poor sip of comfort.
 604° 
Nat Lipstadt
ā€œthe voice of poetry in the conversation of mankind.ā€

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ā€œEven nowadays, most of us have speeches from plays and films jangling around our heads, alongside things that have actually been said. Both contribute to what Michael Oakeshott called ā€œthe voice of poetry in the conversation of mankind.ā€ Whether in verse or prose, there are some fictional speeches that, once heard, cannot be unheard. You find that you live with them.ā€
~from~
Things Worth Remembering: Nothing Is Lost Forever
By Douglas Murray 9/8/24
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the quote grabs the throat, a two handed grip,
but gentling, to ensure it does not go forgot,
or to the bottom the pile, or just another
never truly born, or premature to die,
guised as a drafty passing breeze,
a tickle too fickle, impersistent,
to be a poem unto itself

my thots impure, for I see, I believe,
that poetry is the conversation in all
we do have,
those that lyric wax when
one of the five big guys,
jive, sensory excited, the whiff, taste,
licks the visionary
of the need to be a completed
exegesis, a work to be telling
told

but I am old, my powers weaken daily,
the resistance training recommended,
by brain muscle, fiercer resisted

so reach for the quill,
blue lined sheet,
a cute puppy looking paper,
up for the ā€œsurpriseā€ treat
just for extending a paw,
these humans so ease pleased,
you see,
here comes a poem
bout
poetry being bout every any,
even, the great creator struggling to put out fresh daily,
new &Ā Ā improved work,
after a six day historic period,
that demanded a poem-alll-day entity,
entitled as a sabbatical day
of rest.

Here I too rest as well,
too many conversations need starting,
fires requiring verbal refueling,
and my own voice hearing a,
ā€œget up, get out of bed,
drag a comb across your head,ā€
talk, and plant those newly fallen acorns,
and let the conversations produce
giant oak trees,
and
a plenitude of poems


9/9/24
douglas murray voice of poetry lipstadt
 561° 
elysian
dead in the night
all alone
dead inside

eyes wide open
glued to the ceiling
gone all mental healing

all the overthinking
praying for redemption
followed by slow blinking
for shame, i'm left with feelings of abnegation.
 499° 
Mike Hauser
Love is Brave
Love is Strong
Awaits the day
Till you come along
Ready to get
The best of us
Love is great
At the ambush

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love gives the best
Of itself away
Any given night
Any given day
That's the way love is
Without say

Love is Brave
Love is Strong
But will not stay
Where it don't belong
Gravitates
To what it knows
Love will go
Where love will grow

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love will always have
The last say
Over what to give
Over what to take
Love is Strong
Love is Brave
 458° 
BipolarBear
Oh to weave those thoughts into words;
how I yearn to learn your pattern.
I trip, I fall, I bruise, it hurts;
misunderstanding - a deadly casm.

Unspoken words to skin, it burns;
decipher the pain I cannot.Ā Ā 
While speech departs, action returns;
but without breath, our bond will rot.

Thus I reach out, unsteady, unsure;
hopeful to mend our silent rift.
Take my hand in yours I implore;
pull me closer, or grant our drift.

For the ground gives way bit by bit;
rough, festering seas lie beneath.
Water our seed, do not flood it;
rosebuds thrive on a renounced heath.
Contrasting love languages convey similar messages, but can we learn to speak eachother's?
 279° 
Sarthak Gupta
It skipped a beat when their eyes met,
And skipped again, with contact set.
His heart raced fast, like an F1 car,
Her soft smile soothed him from afar.
 236° 
Andi Leigh
Achy bones,
Bend, grind, snapā€”

Yielding dust, bottledā€”added
To the crumbling sands,

Ground up bones
That had made bread

For a lifetime

Before being rinsed away
Like sawdust in rain.
 224° 
Heavy Hearted
two people now form
a half dreamed dream
spoken espaƱol
incandescent green

hearing the music
as it's coming out wrong
helplessness's indifference,
Follows along

Its hard to be soft
lower than deep
tough to be tender,
these consonants leap

a serrated blade
to serenade;
silence's song's
solemnly played.
To Dr. Ariel Graff
 219° 
Cognitive Conflict
(From kindergarten on)

Adeline (very cute)
AngƩlique (for a while !)
Marine B ( had a true smile)
Elise (wrote her name on a few tables)
***** D (great, beautiful and nice with me)
Eline (first time feeling butterflies)
Andrea (out of my league)
Wendy (asked a friend to ask for me....)
***** C (saw myself in her)
LĆ©a (made me feel important)
ChloƩ (made me laugh)
Alessia (best first time one could ask for)
Manon (loved meeting you at that exam)
Sara (played the game with me)
Anastasiia (taught me how to love)
Jade (me if I was a girl)
Marine (never got your name)
MĆ©lissa (made me stop worrying)

(Sorry if I forgot you, I drink too much)
Welcome to my hall of fame
 185° 
Nigdaw
music is playing in the other room
music playing
in another room
music
in another room playing
a tune
disturbing my mood
from another room
invading my space
from somewhere else
another room
music
SHUT UP!!
 176° 
Talon Vio Robinson
You ever get a
Sharp pain
Right in your
Chest?
Then instead of
Freaking you instead that
Person pops up
And then you are
Instantly angry
But at the fact you
Want their presence
Their energy
How dare they tease
Mentally with their
Gorgeous appearance
In our heads
Ah crazy what the
Heart asks for
Nothing bad just that person driving you crazy and not knowing :)
 144° 
Todd Sommerville
Dancing on the edgeĀ of a shining star she appears.
I move through darkness towards her,
Ā reaching out into the void,Ā 
to touch her,Ā 
to reach the unreachable.Ā 

Fingertips play upon shadowsĀ where she usedĀ to be.

(As she dances)

Words reverberate backĀ into my own ears,Ā 

Did she hear?

Unclear.

Ā Visions of her blue eyes fill my mind.
Did she see?

I thought she smiled at me.

I awake to find it all a dream.
But I remember,
I canĀ plainly see,

Her dancing away from me.
Dancing away,

Towards a star.
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Sun rolls down
Weaves a multicoloured carpet
Fades away in the fringes
Itā€™s dark

Towering
Amused
Being placed
At such a height
Overlooking the majestic Sarovar Dam
Musing at the distant past
Hands by the sides
Never forgotten
The Iron Man
For the world to see
Statue of unity
 101° 
lizie
you told me iā€™d be better off.
i told you i was fine.
we lied,
but i kept the silence warm,
kept your name pressed
into the back of my mind,
like a bruise i didnā€™t want to heal.

i carried the ghost of us,
let it haunt every corner,
let it seep into everything,
because forgetting felt like losing you twice.

but iā€™m done now.
this is the last poem i write for you,
the last time i dress my pain up
to make it look like love.
you and i are dead,
and i wonā€™t keep trying
to breathe life into a grave.

you told me iā€™d be better off.
i told you i was fine.
we liedā€”
but now iā€™ll tell myself the truth.
i WILL NOT write another poem for you. this is the last
 97° 
Anais Vionet
(A throw-back piece, a breakup poem from high school)

What a lonely, peculiar, eccentric figure I must be. A girl, in a garden, crying at an iPad, in the dark.

Earlier, at school...

It was a clear spelling out, like steel cuts thru fruit.

As he spoke, he looked down and away, his gorgeous face blank and indifferent, as if I were wasting his time or he was talking to a child needing an obvious truth taught quickly.

When he finally looked back at me, I saw no pity in his impersonal, hazel eyes.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I needed time to contemplate the universe's new laws.

Can a girl just suddenly die of heartache?? because I was sure my heart had stopped, locked and frozen.

Finally, I gasped in this impossible new airā€”the force of it made me hold the cold-iron stair railingā€”the game is rough.

He's soā€”maleā€”all chase and careless passionā€”intelligent teaser, a skilled steersman of excited climates... Oh, you simply have no idea.

And now he was, goneā€”still there physicallyā€”but gone to meā€”as if he'd transformed into a hologram or had begun to orbit some other sun, he just...

"You made me feel special." I said.

I had lost my balance on this faithless and unequal world, where heaven so cruelly punishes desires.

"You made me feel I mattered, such a favor." I said, absentmindedly, as I turned, and went back up the three steps into school.

I don't think I looked back at him as the door closed. After all, he wasn't there anymore.

I think he called my name, like a question...
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Song for this:
Still Is Still Moving to Me (with Willie Nelson) by ***** & The Maytals
Helpless by The Cleaners From Venus
 89° 
Roxy
I was impressed by your coldness,
and your sick little jokes.
I told devil about you.
he went out for a smoke.
I hope your life's a hell, ***
 87° 
Alex
Serenity.

A warm cup of coffee in cold hands.
Quiet stillness on a porch.
The sounds of water and birds.

A book in my lap, transporting me to another world.
 86° 
Kaiden Lewis
"You're so talented"
Until they find out it's because writing is the only way to keep me from losing sanity

"You're so mature"
Until they find out it's because i was forced to grow up way too fast

"You're so responsible"
Until they find out i ran away at 13

"You're such a good friend"
Until they find out i have a different personality for each one of them

"You're so helpful"
Until they find out that no matter what i do, i can't say no

"You're such a good Christian"
Until they find out i'm gay

"You're such a pretty girl"
Until they find out i'm not even a girl

"You're such a good brother"
Until they find out i almost killed mine

"You're so strong"
Until they find out i almost gave up
They love you until they find out something about you that they hate
 84° 
Andres Martinez
Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
Itā€™s not in the cards for me
And it wasnā€™t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
Iā€™ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used
 79° 
James Daniel
I remember magic everywhere
As if the earth were newly cut open

I used to not think twice
But these things you can lose overnight

I used to be brave
But had no idea

There was so much love
But I was just letting go

Spring you mighty thingā€¦
I'm down here looking up at you

I want to evaporate into your blue
Like rain
Good as new
 79° 
Maimoona Tahir
It is there,
Under the splendid sun unweathered,
The moon lights Kindle and rekindle,
Under the stars stuck in repentance,
Unlike their perpetuality,
It is there,
The urge to redraw myself,
Into the reflection of others perfection,
To be spun in accordance to what lies,
behind those shallow eyes,
My complexity beyond compare,
Not sincere,
Am I the art or the painter?
Because I destroy myself so beautifully,
A symphony sung and unsung all at once,
Broken cords that heal themselves whole.
 78° 
TB
You stab your own heart
to make sure it will bleed
when others ***** you.
 73° 
Jude
Look at me
when I laugh heavenly.

And look at me
when I dissolve into the grey.

Look at me
when I steal all of the Light
   and take it to the Darkness.
 71° 
Mira
Until seagulls cry in the salted air,
Until grains of sand slip like time through my fingertips,
Until bright corals shimmer, painting the ocean floor with light,
Until the waves carve my name into their deep blue fabric,
Until my breath dissolves into the whispers of the sea,
I will not be in peace.

Until the tide pulls me into its timeless embrace,
Until the sun sets, casting its warmth upon my fading soul,
Until the moonā€™s shine is fused into the fabric of my soul,
Until my heart beats in rhythm with the oceanā€™s eternal pulse,
I will not be whole.
 70° 
wren
you stopped making suicide jokes a month ago

you still talked about it

but you were serious
(disclaimer!!! the person that i wrote this about survived their attempt and now theyā€™re in the hospital getting help)
 70° 
Madeon
Transform my sorrow into gold,
For in the furnace of despair,
Life redefines its purpose,
Crafting beauty from the broken.
 69° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
The air escapes meā€”

As darkness envelops the night,
I shut my eyes, haunted by
The vision
Of ropes
Swaying from the ceiling
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Above.

With each glance,
A constriction
Tightens
Around my throat, a
Chilling
Reminder of
despair.
 66° 
Jenna
People tell me to KYS.
Maybe it stands for **** Yourself.
But maybe they mean
Keep Yourself Safe.
 65° 
Safana
K - Knows that
A - All Knowledge
N - Now are
O - On the world's clouds
 61° 
Peter Garrett
You once told me
That we're bound to
Be star-crossed lovers
Ill-fated by the Norns
Doomed to fail from
The very start

And so we remain
Perfectly unfinished
A bittersweet loose end
Beautifully haunting the
Back of my mind to
The end of my days
Not a sad poem... just a tough one.
 60° 
Joginder Singh
To live life
among under privileged persons for caring them needs a sense of dedication in the depths of mind ,
is very rare these days.

It inspires to all of us
to control our nerves
in hard times of life.

So, take care of them,
to maintainĀ Ā rhythm of life in them .
Don't restrained yourself to take care and helpful for neglected , helpless persons in our lives.

If we are successful in our lives, we have achieved a special purpose in our minds to keep intact our unmatchable smiles during the journey of life.

Caring is blessings of God for all,
big or small.
 52° 
ymmiJ
hold your breath
waiting for justice
with tipped scales
i had a dream of santa on a christmas day
with a sack of presents mounted on his sliegh
delivering the presents for all the girls and boys
lots and lots of sweets lots and lots of toys

riding through the snow pure and so white
through the wind and rain on christmas night
delivering the presents in time for christmas day
to all the girls and boys many miles away
 49° 
Yourshadow
Stars donā€™t shine just to fade away,
And rivers donā€™t flow to lose their way.

If hands can hold but hearts must part,
What is the point of a beating heart?

If God denies the love we've got,
Then what is the point of having a God?
This is already the 3rd poem i wrote about them and the series wonā€™t even air until 2026
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