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 1127° 
guy scutellaro
you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.

the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.

It is the passionate night that holds you.

nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.

hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.

the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.

oh, flower of the night,
the night will never release you.

a solitary tear falls. I draw the shades.
 714° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...
REPOST. Written in sep/24.
 644° 
Clay Micallef
The sky is a stormy
kind of strange indigo
daffodils are reaching
out for attention
the mountains
crumble with a
matter of urgency
my dreams are a
puddle of mud and
sullen reflection
tears spill into an open
field of wild orchids
the gods are drunk
with the thunder  
of excitement
I drift in and out of
dark dreaming I am
just a passenger in this
strange and awful place
sometimes when the
lights are low I often
wonder why do colours
fade away when you
need them the most …
Clay.M
 468° 
Selma
I am not hard to love.
I am not unreasonable.
And I don’t distribute headaches,
Like candy,
When I wish to express my emotions.
I simply express -
I am allowed to voice
My thoughts,
My opinions.
If it is a concept you cannot grasp,
Take the problem off my back
And dig deep within yourself.
 447° 
Archer
So you’ll yell at a tree
But simply complain about the forest?
 345° 
bulletcookie
scarab beetles fly
spirals: plop, drop, round dance, lay
dung-***** bear new life

-cec
 306° 
RMatheson
And
suddenly
the
music
stops.
 295° 
Victoria Hanson
I finally feel
like I'm me again
I haven't felt this good
Since I don't know when
My heart is not heavy
my mind is not spinning
My soul is uplifted
my life rebeginning
My future looks brighter
The path is made clear
My family is closer
My friends are more dear
I’ve learned many lessons
That got me to this place
But the greatest of all
Is to give myself grace
 263° 
kind hands
twist and turn
scream and burn
take a match to my mind
trapped
and still i yearn
 244° 
Bekah Halle
Wild & Desperate

Most of life is spent curled;
Caught in the wild and desperate places,
Straddling between two worlds;
Satisfied and striving, for more space,
The here-and-now and the not-yet-inspired.
Being enough and constantly unlaced.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
 240° 
Alice-Jules-Noah
In this world,
full of puzzle pieces,
with different kinds of colors,
I will find out,
what kind of piece I want to be,
with what color,
I will paint this world,
with the color I will be
I will find,
my place in this world,
in this colorful mosaic.
 219° 
silvervi
Even the smallest warm interaction with other people counts.
And it has a ripple effect if we let it 💗
 170° 
tender flame
the rise and fall of stars both reside in me, cosmic rifts searing through the skin. each one bleeds a tale to be told, only i can hold—to ache, to remember.

they form constellations to chart—a map of wander and wounds, a framework of a galaxy. but with your slightest, tender touch stellar lifetimes collapse again into light—bright, breathless—blooming into a supernova.
i don’t want to hide when i’m with you.
 168° 
apollo
You're reeling me close,
A fire's soft embrace,
I drift toward your warmth,
And feel it burn my face.

In the stillness, you type,
While the stars softly weep,
And with every word,
I fall, in love so deep.
 155° 
Shaun Yee
It’s so simple to live happily,
To enjoy life, avoid misery,
Just follow the simple ways of life,
With understanding and empathy.
It’s not really very difficult,
Just leave your egoism behind.
too simple??
 148° 
Spicy Digits
To hold two truths.
Knowing one,
Seeing another.

Feeling their weight.
Stepbrother.

To cry for both
And laugh at it all.

To love you
And retribution.
 147° 
Sia Harms
I felt the power
Of the disappointment,

And the resentment,
And the emptiness,
Slowly dissipate.
The Holy Spirit
Overshadowed it all
And took a deep breath
In my chest.
 147° 
Michael
A red breasted bird
Perched on a wall
Absorbed in its world
Not worried at all.
Unconcerned by the height
And unaware of its weight
it nimbly takes flight
As I ponder life’s fate.
I envy the bird,
That can lift on a breeze,
Tied down by my mind
As a roof to its eaves.
Like the red breasted bird
I too perch on my wall
Absorbed in my world,
But worried I’ll fall.
 138° 
PhantomDreamer
I should have known
 137° 
Salvatore Ala
When I found my mother dead
I stepped outside to steady myself.
It was a summer at its zenith.
The night was now alive.
That’s when I saw a leopard slug
Climbing up the garage wall.
It was like I was suffering
A bad acid trip, all loss and no escape.
My eyes wide, taking in the world
Like it was some new form of reality.
I could see the slug’s
Slowly undulating body.
I could see it looking in the dark.
Nothing else seemed real,
Until cars of family and friends
Pulled into the driveway.
It was almost two in the morning.
We all went inside
To say goodbye to mom.
The next time I went out
I could see only the trail
But the slug was gone.
 136° 
Shang
with every passing moment,
I find it more and more
difficult to determine
who is human &
what human is?
© Shang
 124° 
Christopher Elwell
We have had our share
Of refugees fleeing from France
They're great aren't they?
And the Chinese and West Indians
Also great
And more lately - the Africans
And other dialects, so colourful
So intriguing
I want to stop the people
In the street
And ask from whence
Did they originate.
I like to walk around town
And see how long I can go
Before I hear any English.
My friends always encouraged me
To get out more
Experience new cultures
New languages,
But I don't need to now
Abroad came to me.
 121° 
David Knight
We had both worked out
we each deserve the blame,
for the love that diminished
carving in trees in our names.
Our little bark masterpieces
Little deep sculptures fading,
& our love keep perishing
like the strongest of droughts.
 119° 
James Ignotus
Sickness.
A middle ground between
A life worth living
And a life sequestered
From the worth
Of living.

Hallowed be thy strength,
Calling forth a certainty
That life will remain.
Preserved, teaching
Lessons of perseverance,
Stagnation and decay.

If only strength
Was strong enough to
Keep sickness at bay.
Falter faster, with ease,
Conveying a simple,
Yet efficient mean.

Time slips, memories fade.
Strength gives in,
An internal raid
Fills the void
With a void,
Yet how surprising

When you were never loved.
It’s just an old heart I forgot was there anymore
A heart I stopped looking for
A heart I didn’t know i care about anymore
Old heart rediscovered
Once judged by its cover
An old me, an old heart, new again
—Timothy Charles Carter
 115° 
Jimmy silker
When the acid that burns your heart
Ceases to swell and ebbs back
Enough to let you roll onto your side and drift off
The sleep of the just
Is not really it
But you snore and dream
Like you haven't for a bit
The Googly eyed slumber
No longer suppressed
Is now vivid
And scary
And funny
I guess
Alien invasion
Slasher movie
Murderous governance
Brought about by myself
Seems to be the preponderance
While friends and family
Point and laugh
And look on.
 115° 
neth jones
hospital bed                                      
                   wedded flourish of decor
catcalls foam the past                
                   behind the eye blind     stimulus
limbo scapes rake...          
                                then nevermore
early version

hospital bed wedded
flourish of decor
    catcalls from the past and blind eye
landscape  illumination... then never-mind
 102° 
Jay Lewis
You take your time,
Plotting mines into my gentle mind.
Too close for comfort,
I can’t trust any of your words.
You know
one of
these days,
I’ll tell Karma
to take a break.
 102° 
Vianne Lior
Hushed in silver mist,
antlers cradle dying light
dawn bows at its feet.

Inspired by illustrator Hiroo Isono—where forests listen, light remembers, and the world breathes just beyond reach.
 101° 
Cheryl Ann Warner
Gentle breeze
Midnight blue
Trees of all sizes
Lined up very fine
In a  unique way
Loving the atmosphere
Looking forward
To each summer day
Brings warmth to my soul
Gentle breeze
Clears my mind
Midnight blue
Hues of sky
Lightens my day
Gentle breeze
Clears my mind
Midnight blue
 100° 
Lynn
Nothing can compare to the hug of a father
Nothing can compare to the lullabies of a mother
Nothing can compare to the joys of childhood
Nothing can compare to the feelings that come from life
I am thankful for the glorious life I live
I sigh
I open my eyes
And I thank God for that heavenly fantasy
 99° 
rose hopkins
First frost
riming the landscape
A white dawn
Announced by the crow's harsh call
The waning moon hanging
In a cloudless sky
As the rising sun's rays
Twinkle on the frosted fields.
Repost on this frosty day
 99° 
ndunda
Her eyes, like stars in midnight’s hush,
Deep pools where whispered secrets rush.
A gaze that lingers, soft yet bold,
A story in their depths untold.

Her lips, like petals kissed by dawn,
A crimson hue, so gently drawn.
Each word she speaks, a melody,
A song of love, so wild, so free.

Her hair, a river, dark as night,
Cascading waves of sheer delight.
Silken strands in moonlight’s glow,
A dance of shadows, soft and slow.

She moves with grace, the world takes a pause,
A vision wrapped in whispered awe.
For beauty shines not just outside,
But in her heart, so warm, so wide.
 98° 
Nikki Tshawe
no one is coming
to save me
but that's okay
because
i am coming
to save me
 90° 
Geof Spavins
Beneath the soil where silent shadows sleep,
The earth enfolds its secrets, stark and steep.

A graveyard grieves in ghostly, grim embrace,
Where time has traced its touch on every face.

Moonlight lingers on marble, marked and marred,
Casting cold clarity where lives were scarred.

The breathless breeze bears whispers, weak and wan,
Of fleeting figures, here but never gone.

Frail and finite, all flesh must face its fate,
To tread the twilight toward the eternal gate.

Yet even death, with darkness so profound,
Cannot confine what faith and love have found.
 90° 
Mama earth
Grateful amid riches
Derived from the Ocean
Isu potions
Involuntary screams
Happiness seaps thru my pores
Always wanting more
Inviting Tribulations
Exploring bridges
Nothing about me is rigid
Continuously Evolving
Downright devoted
.Manifesting a beautiful world 🌎
 89° 
Donall Dempsey
AT LEAST WE'LL LAWAYS HAVE GUILDFORD

Ahhhh Love...
I never needed to go
to fantastic destinations
exquisite places
such sights to see

You:
were always my only
place to be
the where I wanted to be
no need for me to travel
seeing I was already there
you all my exotic wonders
a cup of Earl Grey and thee

all I ever wanted  was
your smile blossoming into laughter
Clear the way!
Can't you feel the rain?
It is soft now,
But it bares its bite.
Clear this road so the carriage men may run,
Gather your families, be ready to leave.
Here it comes,
The storm! Can't you see?
Don't you feel these winds ripping up this land,
Get away while you can,
Or die with the land.
Inspired by the sudden windstorm last night
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