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 563° 
Shofi Ahmed
Rose in a dew
I thought I caught
a glimpse of you.

Zooming in
I thought I can
get closer.
Only to eye on
upon a river
amid myriad
over looking stars.

A drop spans out
to be a sea
neither did it tarry.
I thought I would
give up that big
is not for me.

But yet a scene
never washed away
is intact unblurred
beneath the million
waves of the sea.
I thought the moon
will give up!
It can never touch
but always returns
over the sea
can't forget a scene.
So is me
once that
I chanced to see.
 444° 
Randy Johnson
Andy Griffith found success when he starred in "The Andy Griffith Show".
That sitcom is still popular today and it was created over sixty years ago.
It was one decade ago today when Andy Griffith took his final breath.
Andy didn't have a funeral, he was buried immediately after his death.
He starred in "Matlock" from 1986 to 1995.
Andy would be ninety-six if he had survived.
Ten years ago today, a famous man died.
Andy had Charisma and talent and that can't be denied.
Dedicated to Andy Griffith (1926-2012) who died ten years ago today on July 3, 2012.
 83° 
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)
 73° 
lua
do you dream of me
in the night
when the moon peeks its head out from its haze?

do you dream of me
the way i dream of silent chills
in cloudy summer days?

do you dream of me
in morning light
or evening blaze?

do you dream of me
the way i dream of your tender embrace?
or the way i dream of you
and your quiet mistakes
and all of the heart ache?

do you dream of me?
 32° 
Nisha
Forgotten words I meant to write
I only wonder where they go
Things lost and never found
Where are they now?
Forever gone and spoken once
The little phrases that meant a lot
Words that were meant to be written
are just lost...
▪-▪
 28° 
H
~

Sometimes I can feel that connection

with the trees and the birds and the air

but a human I am, unprepared

to define what my nature dictates,

that I am part of all and all the same.


-
HRios
I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..
Of you
Of your voice
Of your lies
Of your fake smile
Of your fake love
And when I see you with her
After you called to say your flight was late
I know I’m tired
Of my love for you
 23° 
Psychosa
With the wrong person,
Nothing will ever be enough.
With the right person,
Nothing will be more than enough.
 22° 
Grace
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
 22° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
 18° 
charlieboy
I'm searching for honesty, truth so complete.

Busy are the highways, worn' the shoes on my feet.

When you are speaking, all the static I hear

The wineskins are bursting there's only one thing I fear.

When I wasn't looking you took something from me.

You see I thought I could trust you but it was not meant
to be.

The thing that you stole was a piece of my soul.

Now I am lesser than the man I was whole.

So now I must keep moving for the journey is long.

I've no time for weakness you see I have to be strong.

In the distance I'll be smarter not to trust one like you.

The hurt and pain I suffer for the things I must do.

                                                            ­          The end.
 18° 
sandra wyllie
as a broken mirror
I can’t see clearer
as my eyes, nose, and ears
aren’t aligned in the tiers.

Shattered
as a battered locomotive
running at high-speed
falling off the tracks
crashing on impact.

Shattered
as a rock thrown
through a window
smashed to smithereens
along with all my tattered dreams

Shattered
as a flying bullet to the brain
I stain white walls
with splattered blood and
red cat calls
 18° 
Lela
You are the light of my life
My morning sun and my evening moon
I want to reach you and stay by your side
Too bad you’re just “not in the mood”
Too bad “you have better things to do”
Because the only thing I do
is think of you

I dream
of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
 17° 
Ashly Kocher
You are stronger then you know
You are happier then you seem
You are braver then you think
Your beautiful path awaits thee…
 16° 
Midnight
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
 16° 
Karijinbba
Honorable
greatness
~~~~
Dearest pc tree
whisper things soft nlow
bout eight babes our love
"until then pretend
I didn't go."If I knew it then
understanding you
I'd be back loving only you "
I'd come flying to you
"I'd hold you and love you ampm
as someone very dear and precious.
much love.
✓✓\✓\✓\√\√\√\
Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/CuuaXIA4A-***
 15° 
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.
 15° 
A
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
 15° 
adriana
i'm losing friends like i'm losing sleep
apologies don't work, and neither do sheep
don't go, because i want you to stay
but don't lie to me, you're leaving someday
 14° 
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.
 13° 
Ravindra gora
the leaves ,shrubs, even the gardener ,
everyone knows my state.
only the flower remains ignorant...
 13° 
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
 12° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 12° 
Pedro
Like a broken clock
I'm yours twice a day
once awake
then in dreams
 12° 
Elliot
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
 12° 
Alaska Young
Why
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
 12° 
Barry
Lost
in an entanglement of your words and mine.
Looking
not for a way out.
When
something's so right even time can be lost.
Found
in simple things sometimes are where answers are hiding.
Given that we know where to look.
 12° 
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.
 12° 
H
~

I’m selling my dreams,

some heavily used but still have traces

of ones I loved and all their faces.

Others barely touched left forgotten

not too fresh but never rotten

and many never used at all.

I’m selling my dreams big and small

some are shallow, others deep,

others borrowed and left to feed.

I’m selling dreams young and old

many warm but mostly cold.

I’m selling my dreams real cheap

the ones I no longer keep

for lack of tender or lack of time,

they never were really mine

and faster ones just ran astray,

I’ll sell my dreams or give away.


-
HRios
I come
To you today
With yet another scheme
For a wild, foolish adventure.
Coming?
Copyright 2018 Benjamin Daniel Lukey.

"Partners in Crime" was first published in volume 2, issue 8 of Gathering Storm Magazine.
 11° 
Masha Yurkevich
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
 11° 
Samm Marie
I crave the kind of love
They write books about
The kind that Hallmark movies are made of
The kind that feels everlasting
Permanent
Electric
 10° 
Anthony Esposito
We were dreamers once
Conquerors of sand castles
And explores of blacktops
Captains of our own imagination
Inhabitants of a world not ours
Stumbling from each experience
To find ourselves lost
Belonging nowhere
and everywhere at once
We were the future
and now we are the past
Clenching to briefcases and money
Cars and Mortgage payments
Workplace Training videos
Love and Death
We were dreamers but we just dream now
Of better times
Old battles from the war on youth
Mistakes never forgiven
But never forgotten
Tilted back gazing into the void
Wondering where the child in you goes
 10° 
Lucía
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.
 10° 
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
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