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 429° 
kevin wright
So stressed out
Must go for a walk
A hill might sort it out

The path is getting steep
The clouds are so much closer
I see not where I go

The test is hard
My mind now aimed
I have reached my summit

Is this not a mountain
Its now plain to see
My verb was missing

In this sleep
I will remember this place
In there I see what I should be
Insomnia and dealing with stress is sometimes more than a mine field, finding the path out may not be easy. Take your sleeping self and the dormant self for a walk with  a goal to achieve. Tuning the two 'selves'  and bring together essentials and reality. Dreams need some assistance as they are our dormant selves place of wonder into which our sleeping self can explore.
 172° 
Elizabeth Squires
the poet's quill wrote about
the merit of free
expressionย ย 
never would it become
a prisoner of
repressionย ย 

the poet's quill being enduring
of its staunch
belief
that to stymie liberty's voice could
cause but
grief

the poet's quill did
not shy
away
its purpose was intent on conveying
in an unfettered
way
 171° 
Thomas P Owens Sr
rendezvous 502
made it through
is this happening to you?
 162° 
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within 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 ย ย ย ย ย ย  Jon Yorkย ย  2019.
 111° 
Ana Torres
I just want to write
as I once did
with time alone
when days were my own.

In solitude
where I could explore
relaxing with words
to just write some more.
 109° 
RedRiot
Oh, my dearest!
Timid, and tired, and terrified you were.
Small, and silent, you hid your head in the ground.
Your future loomed in front of you,
And you could not even look to its' peak.

Oh, my dearest!
Your fragile heart trembled,
Your embers just barely stoked.
Any time you felt the call,
Whispers of contempt fluttered in through your ears,
And drew you back.

Oh, my dearest!
Bold, and brave, and brilliant you are.
Tall, and vocal, your eyes only ever look to the skies.
Your future looms in front of you,
And you grasp the next ledge.

Oh, my dearest!
They said that you would fall,
And you looked at them,
And you laughed,
And you ran right ahead.

Oh, my dearest!
Where will you go,
Now that you are free?
 106° 
LS Martin
Love is short
Forgetting is long
 101° 
nivek
all the senses individual
and collective
go to make a Universe
aware of itself.
 86° 
hiraeth
I too am just a
blank spot
on the map
 78° 
Humble
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
 73° 
Me
21
You look back at
Universe
feeling
no one's
untouchable
no one'd
reject
a hand cupping
a starry cheek
feeling
surprisingly warm;
So you do it
 71° 
John Destalo
like the moon
I go through

phases

some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or
forgiveness

it is just a
phase

I am going through
 56° 
Emma
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I wonโ€™t understand, and I think itโ€™s strange because
I know you.
Thatโ€™s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Anyway.
Donโ€™t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
 56° 
Karly Codr
sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
 51° 
Emily
Sea
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
 45° 
Eli
id let my life filter through your fingertips, leaving remnants of me on your palms.
ill kiss you the most beautiful of ways, letting our lips slowly touch and our tongues entangle gently.
ill hold your hands as if i was bonding my sweat with yours.
ill break you in the most angelic ways, making everything that was once stunning remind you of me.
and youll come crawling back to the storm that is my heart.
 44° 
euphoric jinx
there's a lock between you and me
and i can't find the key
i don't think i'll ever find it
because there's something stopping me
it always stops me
pulls me back
drags me down
in my dark place

when i'm alone it reminds me
of my problems
of my weakness
even if i think i'm strong
it manipulates me
and keeps me inside

i learned to live with it
but sometimes it overcomes me
and i fall down
i can't learn to live with it

i call it anxiety
maybe some of yall can relate
 44° 
Laila
Theyโ€™d waited too long to say

โ€œI love youโ€.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that theyโ€™d done it, they wouldnโ€™t,
couldnโ€™t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each otherโ€™s end game.  
-L.R
 42° 
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
.
P.s
Hellopoetry wants $10 to put a sunshine on this poem. So I hope you enjoyed it.


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
 40° 
Logan Robertson
Testing

It works. I tried posting earlier, 2x, and received the message 502 Bad Gateway and for two days the poem
I posted had zero views. I was puzzled.
In fact I was saddened. In my view something not right with this site.
 39° 
Madeline Hicks
Snap, click, camera.
A moment captured in time.
A poem without any words,
picture with rhythm and rhyme.
 38° 
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
 36° 
Maria
Fly away
My love
On the wings of a child
Soar in the clouds
On the wings of a dove
Let neither
Stones of strife
Or chains of agony
Bind you to the Earth
And with a keen knife
Cut away the web
That ties you from your worth
 34° 
Alyssa
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
 33° 
Maria
The light softly flickers
As you pace and stall
Wait for me here
Listen for my call

Up on the old bridge
I can feel your body fall
Watch the light flicker
'till there's no light at all
why didn't you wait for me?
 33° 
Alec
i never knew it was this possible to love someone this much.
 31° 
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 31° 
trf
i
did you laugh in your sleep last night,
how do you suffocate the fear,
can a dream feel your smile,
do your eyes wake up with tears.
i * i could say that ive got no regrets....
 30° 
Zach Thornton
I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time
 29° 
Amber Heaney
Hope reigns
Injustice fades
Love remains
A brand new day
i saw a little monkey in a big palm tree
sat there picking coconuts and bringing them to me
he put them in pile and put them nice and neat
then he got some more and laid them at my feet

he was very friendly and he just love to play
passing on the time in his monkey way
having lots of fun as happy as can be
this funny little fellow filled my heart with glee.
 29° 
Mitch Prax
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.
 29° 
Pola Berlinsky
๐—๐—ถ๐—น๐—น'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—๐—ผ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฎ-๐—–๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ธ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ต ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—›๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ
๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ธ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ-๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ. ๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜, ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜
๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†, ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜-๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†.
 25° 
Maja
He was a mountain.

She was the ocean.

Reaching for the stars,
Bound by his roots

Still and storm
Black and blue

She was the ocean
Beating against his rock

He was a mountain
And waves could not a mountain block

A bottomless fountain
Breaking with every motion

He was a mountain

And

She was an ocean
 25° 
Haylin
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
 23° 
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
 23° 
Andrew
There hasnโ€™t been a single day
Where I havenโ€™t been thinking
Of you in some way
 23° 
Sofie
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
To raise
humble kid
is myย priority.

I can
Make my CHILD learn
-
By preaching
By teaching
By giving
Knowledge of
Sharing
Caring
Loving

But...
She will not learn
by preaching!!
Rather
She will learn
By my ACTIONS..!!

If I don't
Share MY things
With My
Friends
Neighbours
Siblings
Cousins

She will learn NOTHING..!

I can make her
learn to share.
By making her give -
Clothes to needy
Toys in orphanage
Candies to the deprived.

But by GIVING
she will
just learn to be PROUD

Rather
If she learns by
seeing me
SHARING
She will become HUMBLE..!!


To raise a humble kid is my priority..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
11 Jan 2019
Inspired by a incidence I heard at friends place.. after the whole episode the first thought that struck was
What actions will the kids remember and grow on??
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