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 770° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 650° 
Zelia Valdez
We’re angels so afraid we’ll fall we cut off our own wings
And bind our feet down to the ground with our halos’ crystal strings
So scared we’ll open our mouths, preach falsely we’ve forgotten how to sing

So sure that we’ll not fly forever we shift our gaze to the ground instead of the skies
So caught up in the ways that we could fail, we’ve sealed our own demise
Anxiety
I'm just wondering
if there's a space or
a place where they go,

where what go?

well, where do
all the posts and tweets
go
that are unavailable?

Is there
an acceptable
repository
for what Facebook and
Twitter
don't want you to see?

or is it just me
being nosey?
 440° 
Stephen James
you were there when i
stood beneath the darkened skies
where lightning struck twice
a haiku
 439° 
Loony
I’m that monster under your bed
You fear me
Or you want me
Don’t worry
I only hurt the ones that want me
So just fear me
You’d be better off
 350° 
Jim Davis
What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
Just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
 286° 
Hunter
My heart is aching
My hands are shaking
The feelings I’ve been fighting
Now the feelings that are flowing
I feel more like myself
I feel like I’m going mad
All I feel for you is sad
I miss you, and it hurts so much
I would do anything to give you a touch
Ever since you left it feels like a dream
Having you back was unthinkable though
You mess me up, but I love it
You left me, but still I love you
 285° 
Mary Gay Kearns
So it is with our fortunes on our backs
Tapering the edges of life we continue
Never really understanding the *****
Flame as it enfolds, wraps us forever a
Moment to standstraight and say come.

Love Mary
 251° 
Cobear
Light my demons on fire
and pray to god
they burn off
 177° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 175° 
Poetress2
Love me like you use to do,
when we first met, and I was new;
Cherish me, with all your might,
as when at first, I spent the night.
~
Respect me for the woman I am,
in the days, when you first held my hand;
Protect me as when we first met,
and we didn't know each other yet.
~
Take pride in everything I do,
even if you don't approve;
Be on my side, through thick or thin,
please believe in me again.
~
 166° 
Soxna la Donna
L.O.V.E

L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.

O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.

V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.

E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Not really a poem
 119° 
Madeleine
When your words speak yes
but
your actions show me no
 112° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 105° 
ok okay
Let me die and take me to nowhere
nowhere is better than heaven !
 101° 
Luis A Estable
No more my fountains
Have power to stain my cheeks.
I do not feel the wetness anymore
But a touch sensation
Giving me comfort
That puts me  in  mood
Of happiness.
 93° 
Nie
I was missing you before we even met.
 93° 
IrieSide
Dear Navarro,

will you serve me well
a blessing and baptism

of a salty, windy coast
It's in the poetry.
 91° 
Dakota J Dawson
Has
God been here
Before

With Jack
Rocks
Impassable walls

Stains of yellow
Petals
Falling down

Washing down
Acidic joints
Painting
Prettier beginnings

Along
False roads
Gold with
Total fog
 87° 
Liv DeBenedictis
they call them winter blues,
and april showers
bring may flowers,
but i’m still blue over you.
 86° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 83° 
Natalie
It was like hiding in a room
and having to be emphatically quiet
and you’re short of breath
all you want to do
is take one very very deep breath
but you take smaller breaths instead
shallow breaths
and your chest is still tight,
but if you could just take one
satisfying deep breath
it would be enough
but it’s too loud
and you’ll be found
so you just continue on
practically suffocating
breathing one quiet
miniature breath at a time
 73° 
Ian Watson
Fried chicken is fun.
Eat it!    You won't.   You are too
in love with sadness
 73° 
Godawan
No true love
But only agreements are seen
in this well decorated world
            No true lovers
But only experts in negotiations
are seen in huddles
              No true health
But only clothes are fashionable
               No true promises
But only rhetoric is sustainable
               No rites do survive
But only social media status are viable
                No patience & serenity
But only untenable noise is audible
                 Only truth about today
Greed n greed has captured everyone.
 72° 
Rena
All this pain I feel inside makes me want to ****,
All the others and rob them of free will
They think I'm good and sweet,
But on the inside it doesn't look that neat.
I'm just another monster lurking.
 71° 
Lela
You see
that’s the problem with me being myself
I don’t want to
Because if I already annoy myself so much
How selfish of me to torture others?
 61° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 54° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 54° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 51° 
Nsmith15
Why cut yourself when you can be in


                                     L O V E!!!
”oh yes love”
 49° 
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.
 47° 
Anthony
Love lives in the eyes of the innocent
It dies with pure hearts
And is born again
Immortalized
When a soul becomes an angel
 47° 
Aubrey
Let it end, now
I break the connection between you and I
I remove your power over me
The trouble is I care too much
And so I have let you rob me from me.
I let you take away the words i wanted to say.
The things i would've liked to have.
The things I need.
I'd like to say I don't care for you
But I can't help to care.
You promised forever.
Silly me.
It's human nature don't you see
Well for me it is anyway,

You,
I don't know what you are anymore.
A.
 46° 
Adarsh Jaiswal
For This Soft
Touch To
Come
Will You Accept
My Rough
Soul ?
 46° 
Canis Latrans
Yellow roses, shine golden.
Adorned with blood.
 46° 
Raj Bhandari
You, better, learn to, live alone,
& create your own silence zone !!
 45° 
Deanne
A mind in the middle is better than a heart on the side
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
 43° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 42° 
Gulishta
Coming home is what it feels,
When you look me in the eyes.

At ease is how it was,
When you were standing by my side.

Enchanted is how it sounds,
When you say my name.

Essential is what it is,
You are for me to survive .

The tips of your fingers,
         Running through my hairs.
Doing double time it over,
            The blood in my veins.
The world ceased to exist,
                When you started to stare.

Beating like a drum,
                 The uncontrolled emotions.
Loud enough to focus,
                 On that uncertain moment.
Exerting with a flow,
                  My love in liquid notion.

The beauty held within,
              The captor of an angel.
Don't care about the righteousness,
              I'm happy in this moment.
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