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Ulric, nul oeil des mers n'a mesuré l'abßme,
Ni les hérons plongeurs, ni les vieux matelots.
Le soleil vient briser ses rayons sur leur cime,
Comme un soldat vaincu brise ses javelots.

Ainsi, nul oeil, Ulric, n'a pénétré les ondes
De tes douleurs sans borne, ange du ciel tombé.
Tu portes dans ta tĂȘte et dans ton coeur deux mondes,
Quand le soir, prÚs de moi, tu vas triste et courbé.

Mais laisse-moi du moins regarder dans ton Ăąme,
Comme un enfant craintif se penche sur les eaux ;
Toi si plein, front pĂąli sous des baisers de femme,
Moi si jeune, enviant ta blessure et tes maux.
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Laura
The Grave.
Each and every one of us was put on this earth to fulfill a purpose.
No matter what color or  creed  we were uniquely and beautifully designed by the potter.
But the grave becomes the  victor as many life's  come to an end,too many stories never told ,wasted talents , visions lost and swallowed up by the grave.
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guy scutellaro
born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel

flames could
not
touch that heart

always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall

and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise

till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw

was the jack of hearts

and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like

the jack

of hearts,

black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts

and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had

the jack of hearts,

blue sky shimmering
in her eyes

jack became
the brightness
of her day

and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
                
               act. 2

... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light

and then
the jack of hearts
walked away

a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night

and the queen of diamonds
cried

the sea into sky

with eyes
like twilight
waiting

to eat away the day
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jeffrey conyers
There are many times we go through life.
Trying to figure out what lives about.
And when it comes to us, I'm waiting for an answer.

Waiting, if you need me.
Waiting, if you love me.
I'm waiting for answer.

There are times when we all have doubts.
Sometimes pray for the Lord to work things out.
And when it comes to love, I'm waiting for an answer

Waiting, if this effort means anything to you.
Waiting, to see if your love for me is true.
I'm waiting for an answer.

Does it hurt to know?
If you love me so.
Does it hurt?
If you tell me no.

I'm just waiting for an answer.
Because I know mine and will reveal it to you in time.
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Maria
When miracles were given away,
It's found that there weren't them for me.
Maybe they didn't put down me in list
Or I forgot to join a queue, you see?

Maybe I got on a shift turnover.
Wizardry's also a job, hearsay,
With lunches, holidays and days off surely.
There're no fools to work the whole days.

Well, I guess I'll have to wait.
I'm a human. I know what's what.
I'll scroop by myself. I'll be patient.
I'll do my best. I hope I would.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
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Airi Lightmoon
Have you ever seen a person drown?



You fight, muscles straining as you reach--flailing helplessly toward what you need most. You can't stand it anymore as your body screams for oxygen. You gasp-- hoping, praying this is a dream, but a searing burn rushes down your throat and through your lungs as water floods in. It shouldn't be there, you know it-- every cell screams but it's too late, the water is inside and keeps flooding in. You reach for the light one last time, it filtering and bending into bright rays around your fingers. Your vision grows dull, your muscles no longer respond to what your brain is telling them to do. The light growing dimmer and dimmer as the last bubbles float to the surface. One last ray of gold slips through your fingers... Then nothing...



It's to be expected for any animal to struggle as much as possible while drowning in the water. Some will put others of their kind underneath them, just for precious moments of rest and survival.
So what do you do when you find a person overboard, drowning in the sea of black?
Naturally, I throw the life preserver in hopes that they will grab onto it and I can save them.

Remember what I said when some creatures will force their own kin under in order to live?
Well, what do you do with a creature like that?
Eventually, it's you or them. At this point, it's natural to choose you!
A lil practice on narrative structure. Hope y'all like it
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Dr Peter Lim
I can't guarantee
my words shall stay
as fertile tomorrow
as those of today

inspiration
is a queer thing
it's miracle now
but next be nothing

ah,  this is the sad lot
of the lonely poet:
he can shine one day
or drown in nought

as his muse diminishes :
words, oh words--the grief
when away they hid
and such void it does leave!
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Marwan Baytie
I’m weary of your winds,
soft whispers that promise fire,
then vanish in the hush of “just friends.”

You speak like a lover in the moonlight,
then vanish at dawn with your walls drawn high.
Yet when I smile at another flame,
your silence burns louder than words.

What is this dance you lead me in?
One step forward, two steps back,
your heart a maze I cannot read.

Am I a passing breeze in your garden,
or a root you dare not let grow?

Speak, Lily
not in riddles, not in sighs.
Tell me where I stand in your sky,
before I drift too far to return.

Me
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Pho
You were a constellation
I tried to hold
in trembling orbit
but gravity,
too desperate,
fractures the sky.

So I learned to love you
like the moon loves the tide
from a distance,
pulling gently,
never asking
you to stay.
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CE Uptain
Poets write poems
They think and think
Pickup their pens, it’s over
I' sure this is not haiku, at least it's short and to the point. We poets are a funny bunch.
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alia
I waved at my reflection,
it didn’t wave back.

Just blinked once,
then smirked.

I stepped closer.
It didn’t move.
I asked it,
“Which one of us is real?”

It cracked.
And whispered,
“Not you.”
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Renee C
Fever with criminal agency
Baldly paws at suggestible woods
Cursed by the rain’s contingency
Patina crawls south of crabbed roots

Bean-coiled muscle exposed as barely
Adequate plugs in a shallow basin
Beach-boiled slugs dilate and quiver
For summer bathing fairly by the river
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ndunda
Beneath the beauty of the night's grace,  
A moment bloomed in time and space.  
Her eyes, a spark, the world stood still,  
A breath, a pause, a silent thrill.

Her lips, like petals, soft and slow,  
With her tingle cherry gloss, they seemed to glow.  
A scent so sweet, a winter's breeze,  
That danced like whispers through the trees.

The warmth, oh! It spread from skin to soul,  
A quiet fire I couldn't quite control.  
No words were said, none dared to speak,  
Yet hearts conversed in blush and cheek.

The stars leaned in, the moonlight sighed,  
As if the heavens, too, replied.  
And in that kiss, so pure, so true,  
The world was born in shades of you.
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Liana
One day
I will finally climb that mountain
I will hyjack a car

One day
When the e cops will ask me if I'm okay as I walk in the side of the road
I'll say
"Oh I'm great"
And it wouldn't even be a lie
Because I would know
What was to come
In only a matter of days

One day
I'll walk and walk
Until my legs don't work
And I'll keep going
On my knees

One day
I'll reach that small town
In small America
And I won't even mind the MAGA's
Because you'll be there

One day
You'll say
"I wish I could hug you right now"
And I'll climb in your room from the window
And give you the biggest one
The world has ever seen

One day
I'll be able to hold your hand
And we can walk on earth together
And eat all the jolly ranchers you'll spare
But I'll let you have all the watermelon ones

One day
I won't have to ask
"Still down?"
Because I'll be there
To see it myself

One day
You won't be 26 days away
But right there
In front of me

One day
I promise
And that'll be almost as magical
As you
Yk who you are <3 I love you so so so much
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S R Mats
May your grateful heart
Be filled with laughter, joy,
And the magic of each new day.
May the spirit of wisdom
Color your life through many years
Just as the mountains and the oceans
Cover our wonder-filled earth.
May your grateful heart be full.
Don’t do to others
what they have done to you.
It will never lift you up.
It will bring you down.
In the end.
Because you lived it.
You should know better.
You’ve become what you despise.



Shell✹🐚
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Meli
...
More and more
This feeling grows gradually
It makes me feel sore
So brutal

AHHHHHHHHHH
why do I have to wait
longer and longer
These moment that I hate!
5 weeks to go until school starts again!!!!!!!!1
SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ap0calyps3
us poets, often gaze the stars wishing for them to always love the moon.
thanking the sun, to kiss the sunflowers, what silly little loons
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Michael Shave
It is good to be proud of your service,
Remembering what you have done;
The trials and the tribulations,
The telling of which is such fun.
But time tends your memories to alter,
Contextual fogs shroud the fact.
Thus, sometimes your tales tend to falter
And your audiences cease to react
In ways that you were expecting,
And on Facebook persuasion’s perverse.
So that often when saying the one thing
We broadcast to all the reverse.
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Asuka
You don’t have to rise like the sun each day—
some mornings, it's enough just to open your eyes,
to sit with the silence,
to feel your heartbeat and whisper, “I’m still here.”

You are not the storm that passed,
nor the ruins it left behind.
You are the seed under the soil,
waiting for the right rain,
the quiet miracle of a soul not giving up.

Let no one shame the pace of your healing.
Let no voice drown out the hush of your trying.
Because surviving is not small.
And breathing, on hard days,
is a kind of bravery the world forgets to praise.

So rest, dreamer.
You don’t need to shine tonight.
You just need to stay—
soft, alive,
and wildly worthy of tomorrow.
You push yourself hard and grind everyday and you are doing great, but sometimes when things are overwhelming you must to take a break.
đŸ”„ There’s a time to roar, and a time to breathe.
You can’t fight every day with your fists in the air. Some days, the boldest thing you can do is sit quietly and say,

> “Not today—but I’ll rise again soon.”
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Maddy
You listened
You stopped looking and you found him
Love is love
Your face told the story you shortened for the sake of time
Mr and Mr will walk down tbe aisle
Listen for Evergreen you said
I will dance at your wedding with my husband
Much happiness and looking forward to celebrating your Love
This is for August meeting
See yiu in Seotembef
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Kalliope
I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.
If I weather your storms, could you handle mine?
Storm chasers have never been easy to find.
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Laura
I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.
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Left Foot Poet
A companion poem to:
When Love Grows Old [1]




a differing perspective,
liking the eye opening
view this occluded,
cloudy closed Saturday,
a morning gray, early days,
it comes with opportunities
aplenty & new word combinations
in a new world awaiting a Magellan
I spy discoverer, and
we
two
have more than 150 years
existence tween us and that
makes me grin, because I anointed
her to a new position yesterday:
Chief Technology Officer

the very expensive machine
that supplies us with energizing
fresh plasma, clean blood invigorating, without which
we could nary drag our antiquated
bodies to the next day,
got on the phone, dialed an
800 number,
stuck het hand deep into it's gizzard innards, and released the
machina from it looping flashing
display of displaying its non-cooperation and its message that
It was unwell, abd she operated,
and made out coffee machine well
again



snd gave us this Sabbath, a reason to be thankful having righted this
left footed poet to a younger
poet boy~man
again, a gain!
How do you come to hate,
The ones you loved?
You don't.
They tend to turn on you,
Either that,
Or they weren't real at all.
I forsake any shard of regret I had,
From leaving you,
I regret any feeling I had,
From loving you.
If anyone lost here,
It was you.
Because you'll fall back into emptiness,
Trying to replace it with people,
But I, I will not.
I'll continue to cradle my own light,
Which you came so close to taking.
I'm done sacrificing pieces of me,
In order to receive nothing.
Finally finally over her, I'm done chasing people who won't give me equal treatment. I'm sorry if this comes across mean, but I skipped anger when I was grieving her.
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bleedingink
screaming,
all you do is scream,
i’m not good enough for you,
never enough.

i eat too much or not enough,
wrong clothes,
wrong hair,
wrong me,
all for you.

i can’t take this anymore,
please,
i’m crying,
breaking on the bathroom floor,
why can’t you see?

you told me you loved me
but love isn’t supposed to hurt,
not like this.
I came
to the foreign city
hoping to find myself
but instead
I have lost myself
even more
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B C Steffan
every word on the page
does not show the soul bound to it

And that

but lacking these words,
the soul would have nothing to bind to
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Abby
i lick my own wounds
because
only i know

exactly     where       it      hurts
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Rafael Alberti
Hubierais visto llorar a las yedras cuando el agua mĂĄs triste se pasĂł toda una noche velando a un yelmo ya sin alma,
a un yelmo moribundo sobre una rosa nacida en el vaho que duerme los espejos de los castillos
a esa hora en que los nardos mĂĄs secos se acuerdan de su vida al ver que las violetas difuntas abandonan sus cajas
y los laĂșdes se ahogan por arrollarse a sĂ­ mismos.
Es verdad que los fosos inventaron el sueño y los fantasmas.
Yo no sé lo que mira en las almenas esa inmóvil armarnadura vacía.
ÂżCĂłmo hay luces que decretan tan pronto la agonĂ­a de las espadas
si piensan en que un lirio es vigilado por hojas que duran mucho mĂĄs tiempo?
Vivir poco y llorando es el sino de la nieve que equivoca su ruta.
En el sur siempre es cortada casi en flor el ave frĂ­a.
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AUSTIN FIELDS
the ego, sometimes it feeds
sometimes it bleeds
which leads me to
self serving
ways
but it’s not
the soul connection
i yearn for
i bleed
or write for
just a little self reflection piece :)
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Arii
I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all
Random write at 10pm I forgot what day
Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
That’s why some things are better off dead
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ADoolE
It’s no surprise
that kindness feels so sweet
when you’ve been starving ,
even crumbs are a treat.

It’s easy to miss,
but the truth is this:
a little kindness
can feel like bliss
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lisagrace
The girl writes with practiced diligence
"Maybe if I explain it better...?"
"Will he listen this time?"
Another note slides under the door
Silence
A quiet poem about trying to be heard.
Repetition, hope, and silence—the things we send under closed doors.
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Ron seibert
Every days a happy day
don’t feel good ‘til I lie
Never feel good, I might do cry
Weeping acid until I die

Why do I feel this way
Never good in any way
Never enough for myself
Put my feelings on the shelf

writing this with a smile
But sad inside all-the-while
You’re standing
Protector over me
I’m staying
Smiling happily

I try to stay strong
Try to be brave
But I can’t be strong
I just feel so fake

I fear myself
I fear my mind
I fear everything you’ll find

No I don’t hurt myself
At least not anymore
When in the mirror
I don’t see myself
I’m not me anymore

I don’t like worrying people
That you know and see
So I don’t open up to people
They don’t know the real me

They see a mask
A mastered charade
I feel like a actor
This is my trade

theres no chorus
no melody
Is this what the world had planned for me?
  
This isn’t the end of me.
My very first poem
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mini
i like it rough
i like it hard
i wanna hurt when you're done
i just wanna feel your love

in the form of bruises
in the form of bites
under your navy leather
under your unadulterated control

do you think i can ride a stallion ?
can i ride it now ?
i feel far too empty
why don't you come ...
what has come over me i need to be cool off this oh my

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