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 397° 
دema
you look at
him like
he doesn't
deserve her,
just because
you want her.
 358° 
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.
 323° 
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
 321° 
Woody
Tonight
the moon is bright
and white
enough that I
could write
you a goodbye
letter with the sky’s
black ink but I’m
so tired
and lonely that I
think G’nite
will have to suffice.
 312° 
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.
 310° 
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
 300° 
s
Bunyaad ko bana te huwe,
mein apne aap ko nahin bhool sakti.
Rough translation

While building a foundation,
I cannot forget myself
 284° 
Empire
trigger warning: suicide


you asked
you finally asked me
you asked if i was suicidal
and i heard it in your voice
you begged me to say no
so i did

but i lied
 250° 
Trixie Ayu Pakarti
Hiding isn’t hard,
It’s exhausting
Try to not make a sound,
Or they’ll find you
 230° 
Masha Yurkevich

eyes

...

they can do so much,
sometimes more powerful than words.

A gentle welcome
or
an icy glare.

A nice hello
or
a deathly stare.

A whole
love letter
can be written in one look

Through someone's eyes
you can read them like a book.

Your personality
and your traits,

your feelings
and mistakes.

Your eyes can speak,
your eyes have power.
See what you can tell through the eyes
of the people you encounter.

What can you tell through eyes?
 137° 
Rashmi
डर का एहसास हो रहा है
कुछ तो खोता जा रहा है
समझ नहीं आ रहा क्या पर कुछ तो
कैसे ढूंढू उस चीज को
कैसे खोने से रोकूं उस चीज या एहसास को
जो कया है मै जानती ही नहीं
कुछ तो छूट रहा है कुछ तो खो रहा है
न जाने क्या है
कैसा है,क्यों है
पर कुछ तो
क्यों कुछ खो सा रहा है
न जाने क्या है को मुझे रुआशा कर रहा है।
 130° 
Janet Aitch
A message of love
is sent down through the ages
every Christmas
 105° 
Katja Pullinen
I learning to believe.
I learn to trust my feelings.
I learn not hear by ears.
I learn to see by inners.
I learn to trust a God.
I learn, I know not simply that. And all around it's lessons.
Sometimes we're teachers.
Sometimes we're students.
We always something learning.
I learn to love, I learn to trust,
I lear no rush, I learn to be myself, I lear to not expend, I learn appreciate, I learn to living,
I lear to grow, I learn to flow in stormy river. I learn go slow, I learn to dance under the rain blow. I learn to lose, I lear to win,
I learn to searching for my dreams. I learn to teach, I learn to learn.
I learn appologyzing and forgive.
I learn, still learn,I'm an eternal student.
 100° 
James Floss
Temperature changed
Spectrum shifted
Brown around town

Look see glance
Walk it talk it
Best you can

Foreign as familiar
Strange the same
The new game

All one everyone
Smiles are smiles
Walking miles

En este mundo
Todos familia
Cada dia
 99° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 99° 
Hope
Turning back time
Reminiscing on memories
Innocent I love you’s
Sweet brown eyes
Tearful goodbyes
You resonate inside me
Never to be forgotten
 91° 
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.
 90° 
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.
 85° 
Luiz
a connection

how much love we have
for someone/thing
is defined
by the lengths/pain
we endure
to make such connection

©@luizsyphre
2019
 79° 
chasing rain
i hate you because
you are the only reason
that i'm still alive
seriously just let me die already
 73° 
Xxero
:):
art never
     comes <3
from
happiness
 72° 
The Red Woman
as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones
 67° 
galaxyofentities
There is a spot in my heart
for little children
their laughs
such pureness that I miss

you forget what its like to be truly happy
until a child's smile comes beaming
and you cant remember
the last time you've laughed like that
 65° 
Jazmine
If I could borrow your eyes
Only for a few minutes

If I could see this so called beauty
This strength
This poise you claim I carry

If I could only see what you see
Maybe I could love me
 65° 
Undead Nomad
Many opinions become dark clouds
on my day, crying for me to become
saturated in their will.
Still, my humanity begs optimism.
For once that I've learned the sun,
forever I will know the light.
Many opinions people may have can bring about a sombre mood in you, regardless of whether they are true or not. Just remembered what truth you do know to save yourself from falling for dark intention.
 64° 
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
I - the Devil
& she's the devil's fav. poem
that i rejoice throttling
deep down into
the suchness
of words with the
huma of love
& the pleasure of wot? -
written & rune 'pon the
parchment of HER world.
A woman is not just for bringing the pleasure to one's bed overnight but also for making someone's life full of love, peace & lights of delights. And a man with dignity often makes his woman his fav. poetry that she loves getting wrapped into.
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.
 52° 
mila splawska
the more i think about it
the more i realize
the more i think about it
the more i understand
i never really mattered
and that’s just going to have to be ok
you cant wish people into loving you
and you can’t drag the sun over a rainy day
 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
 47° 
Sea
Take me to a sky
In the night
And I’ll lay on the cold ground
And cry
As I let myself be absorbed into the stars
I’ll let the pain of believing I’m not good enough
Dissolve into the winter air
Releasing every burden, every care
 40° 
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° 
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.
 35° 
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.
 34° 
Fiona FJ
Quiet.
The peaceful night come in Monday,
You take out coat and bring it to me
We become quiet but loud in mind,
You honestly seem care and I love you for it

Quiet.
Knock on the door,
bring me the way to live,
people come and go in my life,
just like you knock on my door,
its quite for me to have the reason to stay with you
 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!
I don’t know why
I don’t know how
I don’t know when
but it all comes down to three words
I love you
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