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 51° 
Zaynub Elshamy
I live within your walls
I leave behind my soul
The very air you breathe
is filled with my essence
You'll find my scent
on your pillows
You'll find my spirit
in your sheets
 49° 
Karen
Beneath warm grey skies
The soul saw you, heart felt you
In light and shadow
 47° 
Mark Bell
Good days
Bad days
The line is thin
Emotions have dried
There eating
You within.

Let me back in
I’ve done
nothing wrong
Let me back in
It’s where I belong.

I’ll sit on the floor
Outside your door
A week
A month
Even a year
Your worth
The fight
I love you
My dear.

Why you are like this
I do not know
Your sunshine is there
Please let it glow.
Let me back in
I’ve done
nothing wrong
Let me back in
It’s where I belong.
 46° 
Damocles
However the wind moves,
Swaying through and beyond you
Feel the wisps through your fingertips
Whispers from ancients' parting lips
Riding into ascension,
Feel the love of all mother
Rush through like a rapid river,
Resplendent
there is a power and magic in just connecting to the earth.
 45° 
Kalliope
Wash your hair
Pretend to care
Sit and stare
That feelings there
Fight or flight
Stay up all night
when we gather
around the wreath of flames

what will you do
with your tiny piece of god?

your chip of rib
your unplucked petals

your tuck of rain
your bend of wing?

will you seek the elemental?
will you pursue the intangibles?

do not be afraid
to stray from the center

do not be afraid
to dawdle

and dance
on the periphery
 42° 
Juan45th
See
I see you,
                you see me.
but how can I reach you,
                                            when your eyes was on me but your hands is for thee.
#d
At last the June bugs are on their way ,
playing summer songs at the close of day
A cherry blunt , a flatpicking tune , a Seagull-
guitar beneath a yellow moon ..
Copyright May 25 , 2025 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
 38° 
Charles
One more swell now motionless,
Realness from afar,
Drifting pointlessly,
Into a world of dubiety and falling stars.

The apprehension of letting go,
A fount of cognizance and angst,
With advents of dawn,
Seeing through the night, to no more be recast,

A future, said to reflect the age,
Alight, yet dimming anew,
Abaft the scud of clouds,
Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.
Begot with a paradox, to spawn distance from a state called 'life'.
Raer tiernas orejas con verdades
mordaces, ¡oh Licino!, no es seguro:
si desengañas, vivirás obscuro,
y escándalo serás de las ciudades.
No las hagas, ni enojes, las maldades,
ni mormures la dicha del perjuro:
que si gobierna y duerme Palinuro
su error castigarán las tempestades.
El que, piadoso, desengaña amigos
tiene mayor peligro en su consejo
que en su venganza el que agravió enemigos.
Por esto a la maldad y al malo dejo.
Vivamos, sin ser cómplices, testigos;
advierta al mundo nuevo el mundo viejo.
 34° 
Strying
When it's time,
let me know.

I'll be there,
whether it's now,
or in 24.

We're all fools in love,
'till we're actually fools.

But life just goes on for me,
and for you too,
despite the way you,
break,
          break,
                     break,
                              my heart.

Like it's yours,
to have and to hold...
because it is yours,
to break and to take,
I'm yours.
the truth is while i'm yours, you were never mine
 33° 
Robin Edwards
Low horizon sun
Slips across a polished floor
February sky
Some days
the storm is inside me—
a scream that learned manners
a panic attack at the dinner table.

I sit still
pretending the world isn't moving
when really—
it's me
sloshing around inside my ribcage.

I learned that healing is not forgetting—
it's watching the sky go quiet
and not flinching or imploding.
It's trusting the calm
even when I am shaking.

Some days
I anchor myself to the smallest thing—
a cat wanting to be picked up
the smell of toast
the sound of my own breath
not rushing anywhere.

I know now—
it takes practice.
I am learning
to arrive
and so are you—
unforgettable you.
 29° 
Agnes de Lods
In our unfinished garden,
warm stones resting atop one another,
forming a wobbly tower,
trying to connect with a true light.

Above the smoky air, faltering steps,
can I see the true shape of your struggles?
Does a malicious gnome
shape my projections?
He topples our confidence.

Do we know if we still want the same?

Your anesthetic drops,
drunk in secret behind smiles.
Your cruelty is a sarcastic, sober blow,
breaking down fleeting joy.

I long for stillness,
for a day without wrinkles.
Why do we argue for first place?
I lost to our demons, invisible enemies.
I heal my fading certainty,
Last night, I dreamt of a well,
repeating my thoughts.

Without context, we are lost,
surrounded by thick walls built by rifts.
We are still impatient for closeness.
We grapple with a weight of assumptions.

Seeing the tower of wobbly stones,
I don’t want to let go of your hands
trusting, warmly kind,
like a promise of endless green,
in our unfinished garden.
 28° 
lore
I don’t know,
is not a very good answer
when someone asks
“who are you?”

it is the one thing I do not know
the one thing I could bear,
simply being told

someone to dig into the very rotten core of me
hands bleeding as they cup my face
and say,
“there you are, I’ve been looking for you”
 23° 
Isabelle Davis
breathe
inhale
exhale

cut
slice
burn

same thing to me
 23° 
Amado Nervo
El vapor es el alma del agua, hermano mío,
así como sonrisa del agua es el rocío,
y el lago sus miradas y su pensar la fuente;
sus lágrimas la lluvia; su impaciencia el torrente,
y los ríos sus brazos; su cuerpo, la llanada
sin coto de los mares, y las olas, sus senos;
su frente, las neveras de los montes serenos,
y sus cabellos de oro líquido, la cascada.

Yo soy alma del agua, y el agua siempre sube:
las transfiguraciones de esa alma son la nube,
su Tabor es la tarde real que la empurpura:
como el agua fue buena, su Dios la transfigura...
Y ya es el albo copo que el azul riela,
ya la zona de fuego, que parece una estela,
ya el divino castillo de nácar, ya el plumaje
de un pavo hecho de piedras preciosas, ya el encaje
de un abanico inmenso, ya el cráter que fulgura...
Como el agua fue buena, su Dios la transfigura...

-¡Dios! Dios siempre en tus labios está como en un templo.
Dios, siempre Dios... ¡en cambio, yo nunca le contemplo!
¿Por qué si dios existe no deja ver sus huellas
por qué taimadamente se esconde a nuestro anhelo,
por qué no se halla escrito su nombre con estrellas
en medio del esmalte magnífico del cielo?

-Poeta, es que lo buscas con la ensoberbecida
ciencia, que exige pruebas y cifras al Abismo...
Asómate a las fuentes oscuras de tu vida,
y allí verás su rostro: tu dios está en ti mismo.
Busca el silencio y ora: tu Dios execra el grito;
busca la sombra y oye: tu Dios habla en lo arcano;
depón tu gran penacho de orgullo y de delito...
-Ya está
                -¿Qué ves ahora?
                                                    -La faz del infinito.
-¿Y eres feliz?
                              -¡Loemos a Dios, Vapor hermano!
 23° 
LL
struggling to
make things
make sense.
2025/089
 23° 
lorelei
if love grins
and sinks its fangs into my heart
perhaps I would let it

if love paints my lips
maroon when it kisses
perhaps I would let it

if love wraps its arms
around me in a suffocating embrace
perhaps I would let it

for if love was to forsake
nothing but scars and wounds
perhaps I would still call it holy

and if love leaves
as quietly as it came
perhaps I would still call it love.
it was real—at least, it was to me.
 22° 
Joanna Alexandre
The poet not in love
Is the violin never heard
The sunrise never seen
And the water never felt.
The fires never lit
The birds never in flight
The lips never touched
The meaning never found.

The poet not in love is
The journey never taken
The path never walked
The guitar with no strings
And the painter with no canvas.
The parent to no child
The treasure never discovered
The book with no beginning
The story with no reason.

The poet not in love is silent
And what a useless thing to be
As a poet.
 22° 
Twisted Poet
I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
 20° 
Nicole
Oh look, that's nice...
Do it again,
Over and over
Continuous loop
Side to side
Over and -
Ow
I guess it's not so
Nice after all
My dearest friend Isabelle,
We’ve not known each other for long,
But don’t you find it peculiar
How well we get along?

What isn’t there to admire
When from the very first impression
You reeked of such charm,
That you instantly earned my affection?

What isn’t there to love
About your gentle psyche?
And your keen, ardent eyes,
And your superlative artistry?

Just know, dear Isabelle,
That I mean what I say,
That you truly beguile me—
Enchant me in every way.

And I am so proud
To have you as a friend!
So I swear that each time you have
With me is worth to spend.
I decided to just upload this for some reason. I know I haven't been here in a while, but it just so happened that a character from my novel was a poet, so I decided to steal his work (I mean, technically it's MY work because I wrote him, but oh, well...)
 19° 
Lakz Poetry
Love a feeling
with different shades
Selfless Love
Obsessive Love
Romantic love
Friendship
Self Love
Playful Love

Each shades got
different love language
Some could make you feel
treasured, valued, loved and motivated
while others could make you feel
down, hurt, worthless and destroyed

Fun part is
Everything is LOVE!
Love is life
 18° 
Kai
13
While I watch you slip away,
My reflection peeks from behind
I see me in that look
Your puffy eyes,
Your flushed face
Are you ever going to talk to me?
You’re too young to shed that blood
Too young to lose that spark
Still so young that your voice cracks,
Still so young that your hair’s blonde
While I watch life break you,
My heart is wrapped in flames
By blood I want to heal you
My blood, by our shared name
Long time no see!
 18° 
rin
I pour my guts out
hoping to be loved
I am a swirl of emotions
I am pieces of everyone I’ve loved
they’ve only left me with shards of them in my back
 18° 
bleedingink
Lips a shade of softest pink,
eyes a brilliant cerulean blue.  
I could get lost in your gaze,
forever drifting in the feeling of you.
 17° 
Akriti
I will find a way
to your heart
or die trying.
 17° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 15° 
Alice-Jules-Noah
can't wake up,
it´s not a dream,
trying to escape it,
with no way out,
just dissociating,
disconnecting from the world,
the feelings,
the thoughts,
from everything,
entering the void,
a simple retreat,
only I am there,
a time out
 15° 
Sherri Woodman
Enjoy the rise, the fall follows,                                                         ­                                     
                                                                ­                                            
 joined by sighs, that come
tomorrow                                                         ­                                 
                               ­                                                                 ­                        
In the limelight, the sun
shines                                                          ­                                                     
   In the twilight, stains of red wine                                                             ­                           
                                                                ­                                            
Beauty fades, just like real love                                                            
­                                                                 ­                                             
When we age, we see what we're made of                                                        
                                                                ­                                        
Children grow, if you let them,                                                            ­                    
                                            ­                                                            
Children know, what we teach them                                                             ­ 
                                                                ­                                                
Like the ebb and tide, and seasons changing,                                                  
                                                                ­                                      
everything in life is always rearranging
 14° 
Bekah
In the end,
We are nothing more than threads
Woven into space
Spun from the same dust
Born from the cosmos
So when the stars collide
Remember me in their constellations
 14° 
nivek
radical
all
the way

unstoppable
train

coming down
the
tracks
They said I'd never be enough
They said I'll only mess things up
Look who proved them wrong.
 13° 
collin
i know she’s more than capable
she left me at the table
the lines we drew won’t intersect
it’s probably best we never met
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