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 727° 
Jay
Drown me in ink.
I don't want to see anything.
I want to be choked out
On the one thing that gives life meaning.

Slit my wrists with paper.
I don't want to live anymore.
I want to bleed crimson onto the page
And give meaning to the words I write.
 225° 
Dianali
Once again,
I’m a sharing a life
With a past dream
 171° 
minnie
will you search for me?
falling into an endless abyss, success a mere illusion,
guided by greed's tantalizing touch,
in vain trying to find me on the day I do not return.
 153° 
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)
 136° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 121° 
Estel
A slender figure
Wrapped in a flowing fortress of red
Twirling around
In the world of peace
It’s all forgotten
Till the figure stands still
The music stops
And the red hangs down
Like a weeping tree
Alas life must go on.
 117° 
max
smart, popular boys in third grade,
with their stupid khakis
and dumb sweatshirts.
i didnt want their popularity,
i wanted to be a boy.
a smart boy with stupid khakis
and a dumb sweatshirt

the kind, pretty girls in fourth grade
their pretty hair
and painted nails
i didnt want to be a pretty girl like them
i admired them
but i was too young,
and it was too wrong

it was wrong to want to be a boy,
to want to love a girl,
want to be a smart boy
with pretty hair
and painted nails

i should've been the perfect daughter,
but im a smart boy
with pretty hair
and painted nails.
havent posted in ages but i wrote this a couple months ago <3
 104° 
Pushkar Shandilya
I saw a hand in her hand
Yes I witnessed my fall in broad daylight.
Nothing to worry about my dear,
I won’t let you realise my fall.
I love you,
I have never asked anything in return.
 94° 
Poppy
Limbs tangled
Relaxed
Gentle warmth
Distant TV noises
Golden light through window
Silences, never awkward
Perfect conversations
Shared jokes and laughter
This is the desired comfortable
 74° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 64° 
Ashley
why do i sit here
decoding and overthinking
trying so hard
to figure out
if he really likes me

why do i care
if he thinks about me
if he wants me

there's just something special about him
i try so hard
to see things the way i want them to be
not the way they are
 62° 
DElizabeth
My eyes watch
as the sky
is painted with colors of
soft blues & white fluffs
to
vivid pinks & dazzling oranges.

Soon to be
pitch blacks & deep violets
with tiny bright lights
speckled on with flicks of His brush.

Soon to be tomorrow,
strokes of
happy yellows & stunning golds.
 58° 
shortweeb
Why can't I just have a relationship like Hisoka and Illumi

They love eachother and would die for one another

by the others hands.
This is based on HXH. Yes I know I am stupid as ****. https://youtu.be/nGZrr9YSf98
I want this so bad.
 54° 
Solaces
There were segments of you through this world mirror parallel..

Increase the mystery of your smile as your tears leave behind light trails.

I can't find you anywhere..

Even though I can make the anywhere...

This control let me give in..

And it also let me reverse all of my sins..

And through all the magical haze..

You are still lost in my dream maze..
 54° 
Eugenio Montale
Spesso il male di vivere ** incontrato:
era il rivo strozzato che gorgoglia,
era l'incartocciarsi della foglia
riarsa, era il cavallo stramazzato.
Bene non seppi; fuori del prodigio
che schiude la divina Indifferenza:
era la statua nella sonnolenza
del meriggio, e la nuvola, e il falco alto levato.
 51° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 51° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 50° 
ryn
painfully beautiful

is the symphony

of this bitter regress
 42° 
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 42° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 38° 
Joanna Alexandre
Her
Her eyes glistened
Not unlike the moon
Or rain drops
When the clouds
Parted and let
The sun through
Her skin felt like
Warm honey
A feeling
You couldn’t
Quite shake
And her lips
Tasted; almost
The same
Her words were
Like ash in the breeze
Effortless and
Memorable
A sound sure
To please
 38° 
Exosphere
hazy thoughts
sleepy limbs
groaning bones
groaning alone
your face
in my mind
saying sleep
stay
snuggle
 37° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
 35° 
WendyStarry Eyes
OBSERVATION OF THE DAY
FOR SOME PRAYER
LEADS TO GOSSIP
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY
 33° 
Chris
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Enjoy
 33° 
Arayna
He taught me everything except how to move on
 32° 
cassandra
i remember
your favorite
flower.
do you
remember
my name?
 28° 
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
fractals of hearts
.
.
.
shape it's temperament
.
.
beat to it's truth
.
.
.
you believe again
.
.
the story of you
 27° 
Brendann
Now I have never kissed you before

But I have imagined it.
What it might feel like
Or what you might do

Some people say it’s magical
But do you think that’s true?

Because my Father says it’s like a raindrop,
Now I don’t understand that too

But he’s had a lot more experience than me
If I had to guess what he meant
I would say it’s soft,
Welcoming,
And sends a chill down your spine,
Is a little uncomfortable at first
But in the end, it will be just fine.

If this is true, then it’s not how it feels that makes it magical
It’s the fact I’ll be doing it with you.
Free Verse
 26° 
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
 24° 
solfang
she said
I should suppress
my feelings for now
and she is right;

deep down I'm just
too tired to fight;
sometimes I find myself
walking further from the light;
and for that I feel like
my life can never be bright
(cont. from previous poem)
my therapist said that it is best if I increase my dosage, so I can temporarily suppress my feelings
 24° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 22° 
Hitherwine
I think about how love
was always the thing that did that -
smashed into you, left you raw.
The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
 22° 
noelle
before i die,
i want to
feel infinite
 21° 
no
tell me this, and that,
swing forth, and back,
turn into time
you know, the past
the present lasts forever
the present lasts forever

i need to be above the sea
i need to breathe up in the sky


i need to be above the sea

tell me this, and that,
swing forth, and back,
turn into time
you know, the past
the present lasts forever
the present lasts forever
Poetry is Art
And art is War
Like Star Wars
as I go
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Beast mode Chewbacca
to harness the Chakra
Forerunner to the Next Generation
The Harbingers of Chaos
Tipping the Cow?
Milking the Zebra?
For it's the Black and White
Non-color coordinated
Who's
Reaccumulating the Mayhem
to spill gray blood
Equal
Stone cold colorblind Killas
Pumping the diesel
Yet the Crude Oil is looking
So Crude
Cruel fueled adrenaline
Seekers
But there are no innocent people
Shades of Hate mixed with certain
Shades of Gray
But you can't throw shade or make
New Slaves
To furnish a Sequel
Cause we?
Be the shady babes of the New Age
Outlaws we the New Slaves
While collosal spectacular
Fossils
Cause a spectacular Hazard
Jumping the Gun like a gang of
Buzzsaws
Regal Dukes of Hazards
Doing drive-bys riding fancy in their
Jet Black coupes
Unaccepting the Facts
Knowing we?
To be the leaders of the New School
Driving old school Cadillacs
We stay leaning back
With everyone of our hitters
Spectating
Investigating through our
Spectacle Glasses
Now seeing the whole wide world
As a mess of Masses
As the old world Spectators speculate
Wearing skeptical glasses
( SMH )
We revert your assets back to ashes
Cause we're here to Incinerate
Degenerate and then
Reincarnate
The present state of the
Masses
Believe it or not I wrote this 5yrs ago. But it is yet another one of those writes that seems to be perfectly fitting for today. And this has always been one of those writes not meant to anger or stir up violence within the people, but to stir up or reincarnate the minds of the people. So whatever your interpretation of this may be, keep in mind, that this is the art of poetry which is similarly to the art of war.
Check message
Facebook
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Instagram
Check message
Send message
Wait
Check
Look;

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
 20° 
allure
we are but the sand and the ocean.
you are the sand
warm, fine, comforting, golden
people always seem
to walk all over you,
but not me
for I am the ocean
deep, brave, pure, peaceful
and I try so hard to get to you
but every time I push myself
I always end up trickling back to where I belong
it's not fair
I want to belong to you

c.p
 20° 
Robert Rittel
Infinitely charming prosperities
shrine of spirits of all varieties
emerged before delusion
dispersed forms in all creation
queen of united world
whispers of eternity just told
inspirit generosity
your children in precocity
balanced right living
progress perception given
supreme affection love
humblest heart thereof
form and finitude
mother nature
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