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 858° 
Maitsholo
nothing feels right
I cried
I believe crying is one of the  ingredient of a remedy that cure pain
 221° 
Stephanie
The idea of you
Is terrifying and beautiful
All rolled into one
But I believe you will stay
A dream, a vision
Of a possibility
I never really wanted.
 183° 
Julia Martin
My lungs breathed in disdain
Whem you mentioned her name
And that's when I knew
I had to stay away from you
 121° 
mel
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
haste the winds of change
Which blow with the sands of time.
Eroding the stone inscribed with the epitaph of humanity.
 92° 
amal
A woman never touched
as the truth of God
Comic play
I heard a hiss
from the depths of her grave:
I  never cried..never
 84° 
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)
 60° 
shana
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.
 56° 
Sheila Haskins
No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I’m freezing as the springtime frost
So won’t you let me be?
Wind tossed as the blossom
Bleeding from the tree
I am but a child; I’m lost
I am wild, not dutiful
Scarred inside; not beautiful
My demon lover  left me
Underneath the cherry tree
No sir, no not me

No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I am not a fresh faced maid
No sir, we can’t be
Plucking cherries in the glade
Walking in the evening shade
I’m buried in the foetid earth
Awaiting spring, denied rebirth
In the soft sun, in the rain
I shall never rise again
No-one can ever set me free
No sir, no not me
 47° 
Nathan Wilcox
He asked you to respect Him
but you only trust His Right Hand,
He even sent His best Men.
You are rightfully shamed.
 44° 
Jaxey
Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)
Reverse poems are great my doods
 40° 
Francie Lynch
I have tasted human flesh
In the oven of
Lips and tongue;
Dripping well-dressed
In savory sauce,
To stir me to feast on.
Yikes. Don't say I wrote this.
 36° 
Connie Hopkins
With this string
I do tie
your world
to mine
With this ring
I promise you
will be mine
With this ring
I engage
your world
to mine
With this ring
I am marrying you
With my heart
I will always love you.
                     By Connie Hopkins
 35° 
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
 34° 
Feeling Real
I once had a dream of a handsome man
The kind with timeless, tired eyes
Four piece suits
And hair slicked back
Moustache



But now I fall in love with every glance
Every moment, each memory
Repeats into a cascade in my head
I was never as bright
As I was, as I shined
Every single weekend night
 33° 
Hunter Moore
Looking into you're eyes, You're eyes show a future, You're voice, you're voice provides comfort, You're hand, you're hand provides warmth, You're hand connects to the future. You're voice connects to the past.
 32° 
joe machetto
the walls were
the length of night
when he heard birds
practicing their songs

from a tree lined street
to the ribs
of his door

there he was
just a man
on a bed
in a room

tied to a space
a decoration of
his own cave

waiting for the eyes
of his window
to open

and life to come
rushing in
 32° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 29° 
Iris
There are no more coincidences.
It’s so strange,
Where did all the coincidences go?
It’s almost like there never were any.
 28° 
Joe
To love me is to accept sleepless nights; to accept immortality; to accept that you love what you cannot mend. In other words (which are not my own):

“I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness.”
 27° 
Landon Keys
Whenever I think that I am lost
I think about to vast emptiness of our universe
and then..
I know I am.
 26° 
Zack Ripley
There's room to live.
There's room to love.
There's room to hate.
There's room to forgive.
There's room to change.
There's room to grow.
There's room to breathe.
There's room to grieve.
There's room to run.
There's room to have fun.
There's room for everything
And everyone.
You just have to make it.
 24° 
Chris Saitta
I failed to love round, but fallen flat,
My head slumps down, over an ancient map,
My eyes roll back, over the mappa mundi verge,
Where waterfalls purl, and the sea serpent-sleep lies curled.
Mappa mundi are surviving Medieval maps of the world that often depicted sea monsters and dragons.  In spite of a common belief, most educated Medieval classes did not think the earth was flat (known as the Flat Earth myth) nor did most scholars from the classic Greek period on.  Similarly, no old world map contains the exact phrase “Here Be Dragons” to connote uncharted territories, though dragons and sea monsters often allegorically depicted the same.
 24° 
Micah
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
Sometimes life happens
to you, but sometimes
it happens for you.
 22° 
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
-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
beautiful
but bland
verses.
 21° 
Callamasttia
The universe loves a bad joke.
 21° 
George A Kary
You go down your steps
Through the streets
Up their steps  
Through the door
Into  a hallway
full of disoriented people
        lead by God types
Called lawyers
Through another  door
Into a hollow room
        where justice is advertised
But never felt
        or heard as it is spoken
When all is done
Justice is another word
         in a long vocabulary of themes
 20° 
Redroses
If we could see
The time we have left
On this planet

What would you do
If you only had today
 20° 
Dark Dream
Why are you afraid?
And many things I would say
I don’t understand
 19° 
Avery Nightshade
Breathless,
Moonless,
Night.
The
Dark
Shadow
That
You
Cast
Is
Temporary.
The
Sun
Will
Rise,
And
As
Always,
You
Will
Flee.
 19° 
Universe Poems
POP!
;

Rock

Now follow the,

………..

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 19° 
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.
 19° 
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
 19° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 18° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 18° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 17° 
tenielle
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
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