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 619° 
icarus
~

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
endless
countless
beyond measure


~
 349° 
Me
You come to me
in felt moments
little shivers
from the future
or what we call it
walk through me
take
my hand and comfort
the brave kid
that waits for us
in the past

We'll do this,
You tell me,
until the loops grow smaller and smaller and
finally merge and we all
meet
in the middle
to smile and share
a cup of tea
and sit in peace
together
What a ride
 330° 
Larskie
'fallingforyou' plays in the background while we move our bodies from side to side, staring into each others eyes.

It wasn't a formal dance, my arms were around your neck while yours were on my waist.

Our foreheads touching each other, whispering our I love you's.

Our lips touched in pure innocence and love as the music stopped.
:)
 321° 
Giannina Randi
I sold my soul
to the promise of you
and got the Devil
in return
 238° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 206° 
Justin
feeling anxious
feeling used
feeling broken
feeling bruised

who knew that taking so many sleeping pills
would leave you wide-awake instead
No veils and no guards at the door –just me standing there, open...
transparent like a window who cannot hide the weather; all eyes can see through me.
Vulnerability
 159° 
eli
relapsing is part of healing
just because you relapse
doesn't mean you lost all of your progress
 154° 
Sin
We stood in silence on that morn
Waiting for the call
Cold and bitter bites the wind
As the mortars fall
Eyes so wide fear so strong
Each man waits in turn
For soon the sound will approach
To signal the final spur
Brothers in arms
One by one
Climb above the dirt
Since will fall before the start
Other's hear the call
To battle then my bravest sons
For freedom and the love
Not one life dies in vain
A soul carried by the dove
With dread and fear in their hearts
The final push begins
To save this land and all we love
Our closest dearest kin
 97° 
AJ
you made me think not being called beautiful by someone who’s supposed to think i am was normal it wasn’t normal
 97° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 87° 
uselace
i give so much
of my love to the world
that there isn't quite
enough left
for myself.
 87° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 65° 
Robert Thomas
From the bowels of a whale's belly,
Jonah cried out to God Almighty,
And God heard Jonah's earnest plea,
And caused the whale to blow him out completely.

So you see, from this poet's humble point of view,
If you find yourself for escape in a fix with no avenue,
Remember the good Lord above! and He'll pull you through,
Just as He did Jonah in the middle of the deep sea blue.
 62° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 51° 
The Red Woman
as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones
 50° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
Hiding isn’t hard,
It’s exhausting
Try to not make a sound,
Or they’ll find you
 45° 
Naj
The thing about
a sunflower and I

Is the sunflower would
wither if the sun stopped
kissing her every morning

And just like the sunflower
needs the sun to flourish

I need you near me,
for I bloom by your kisses

And just like the sunflower
worships the morning sun

I worship your
cold almond eyes
I woke up from a dream and wrote this poem.
 42° 
دema
you look at
him like
he doesn't
deserve her,
just because
you want her.
 39° 
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
 38° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 37° 
Sky
I rarely frequent this place now,
it sits and stares, but remains ignored.
The words don’t come like
they used to do,
They don’t weave the same magic.
 34° 
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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!


Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 34° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 33° 
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.
 32° 
Me
I once was
in a hospital for depressed people
and I have never seen a place where roles
were switched
in such a paradoxal way.
Also the doc's final statement to me was: Well we think something must have just really made you insecure. Next time that happens, just do anything to distract yourself - clean the windows if necessary, just anything really!
This was such a symbolical statement. I think the doctors were much more scared inside than I was. I just stirred them up.
Don't ever hand over your own healing powers. You always have them.
 32° 
Olga Valerevna
if the clouds had eyes, would they ever see you?
would you show them all the things you have been through?
if the sky could speak, would you even  hear it?
would you speak in turn, with only your Spirit?
if The Sun came now, would you catch a fever?
would your hands turn red or would they be weaker?
“но Бог избрал немудрое мира, чтобы посрамить мудрых, и немощное мира избрал Бог, чтобы посрамить сильное;”
‭‭Первое послание к Коринфянам‬ ‭1:27‬
 31° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 29° 
Caroline Ward
Yesterday,
You told me a story
That I had told you
The day before
But you were so excited
To share it with me
That I let it be yours
And laughed in all
The right places.
 29° 
Samuel Hoffmann
I don’t enjoy being bothered;
Teased, pestered, or annoyed.
I don’t enjoy being laughed at out loud;
Kidded with, joked with, or toyed.
 28° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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d
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t
t
l
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.
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 28° 
Shyamu
A teacher they say she is
But more like an angel she is
Every elegant move she takes
Makes the diamond shake,

A true flower her heart,
cannot be shown on a chart,
Graceful as a swan she walks
like a melody her voice she talks

Like an elder sister she is
In a puzzle piece she doesn't fit
because a unique piece she is
A very elaborate one she is.
This poem is composed by my student for me...I thought of sharing it to show my happiness...I am really proud to be a teacher....
 26° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 26° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 26° 
Carlo C Gomez
Invariably,
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Infallibly.
Vespertine - occurring in the evening.
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