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 2087° 
Nat Lipstadt
this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014
 1566° 
badwords
"Is it okay to use a thesaurus?"
Yeah, be natural. Don't bore us.
If it's a word that you already use;
Have fun, feel free to choose!
Readers of real words adore us!

We are not 'wizards' inscribing arcane slate
If it's not-mode or out of fashion, perhaps wait...
Language is alive!
Cut that antiquated jive!
Don't be that 'word of the day' guy everybody hates


Write, good words!
 821° 
Ahmed Gamel
Sunrise, all so bright
A new start for my life
Fresh skin, new eyes
Awake beneath the endless skies

Nature’s beauty, whisper of trees
A fleeting gift upon the breeze

Enjoy it now, it won’t stay
There is sunset that always comes again
Light fades—darkness whispers its place
Symbol of decay comes every day

Still sunrise, no surprise
Leaving lessons deep inside
Remember—change to shine

But still, it sets again
Light fades and dawn returns again
The sun never stay the same
This poem captures the fleeting nature of time and change, using the cycle of the sun as a metaphor for growth, decay, and renewal. It reflects on the inevitability of endings while emphasizing that new beginnings always follow. The message encourages embracing transformation rather than fearing it.
 701° 
Chetan
Somewhere between okay and not,
like standing in a room with no doors—
not trapped, not free,
just there.

The world hums on,
but the sound feels distant,
like watching life through a window
you’re not sure you want to open.

It’s not pain, not peace,
just something in between,
a quiet weight, a floating ache,
a question with no answer yet.
 600° 
Dom
Inhale
           ….hold….

Drop
                 …exhale…

Lift

                           Inhale

…hold…

                               Drop

…exhale…
  
                                   Lift


Until the pain no longer hurts

Inhale
               …hold…
      
                          Drop

…Exhale…
                             Lift

Inhale
             …hold…

Drop
                            …Exhale…

Lift

Until a new you sculpts from the ache
And sweat fills all internal wounds
Watering the seeds of an iron resolve
Until you bloom renewed.
 544° 
Kishori
The tears were real for the people who were fake
So Now the smiles are fake even when the people are real
 493° 
Thomas Burge
Everything's wrong
But I know it's not
The future is happening
How can I make it stop?
I'm scared to death
I'm scared to live
I hate myself
I take a breath
Look in the mirror
I bite my tongue
I feel the fear
Plunge so deep
Even before it comes
Anxiety keeps me
From climbing the steep
 428° 
Kai
Why won't you allow me to live normally?
Why won't you allow me to live in peace?
Can you stop being delusional?
I don't want to be in your delusions
I don't want to be the main focus of your delusions
Stop sexualizing me
It's creepy

Stop pretending to be part of the "normal human" society
You're not normal
You are nearly 50 years old
You live in Australia
You're a narcissist
You talk to minors daily
You're delusional
You stalk my page daily
You harass me
You threaten my life
With a long knife

Now what in the he double hockey sticks is going on?

You claim you're not in love with me
Yet, you decide to write ****** things about me
(which is quite creepy because I'm 12 years old)
You're obsessed with my race
Then you may say my poetry is a disgrace
You criticize my poetry
Then compliment my poetry
Pick a side!
With the rules you'd have to abide!
Don't be a "182 IQ" *******!

Leave me and my brother alone
He won't be manipulated by you
I won't be manipulated by you
He won't be in your "cult" or "team"

You've learned about my Papa after mentioning him a few times
Papa was the thing I referred to you as
Are you trying so hard to be my Papa?
Because I would never refer you as my Papa ever again
He's a kind, strong, compassionate man that spoils me and drinks at night to fall to sleep
Something that you'd never understand

I've told you multiple times to leave me alone
This is my last warning
No Ryan, I'm not going to write a poem about him just for you.
 348° 
Akriti
You cannot keep me chained.
You can't clip my wings .
I will not surrender.
I won't accept defeat .
I will break free .
I  will fly away .

I am freedom.
 297° 
Friends for Dinner
An emptiness grows
As I watch the world burning.
I wish man was good.
It sometimes feels to me as if cruelty plagues our cursed species, just as we plague the earth. I truly wish that we could, as a collective, simply learn to be kind and treat others with respect, whether or not we understand or agree with them. All-tolerating love, with the only exception being for those who refuse to attempt the same.

So very painful badly do I wish that I could trust my fellow humans to be good and kind simply because it is the right way to be. More than anything, that is what I want from the world. Boohoohoo, I guess. We all rarely get what we really want.
 283° 
Mike Hauser
How many of us out here
Daily, give ourselves away
Jumping into the thick of it
In all we do and say
Not stopping at, take a breath
For a moment just in case
After all, all of this
On a daily base
That would be me 🫤
 262° 
NafisaSB
Life, like a river
Moves slowly forward
Some days it brings smiles
Some days will evoke sighs
Some days you get stuck
And you keep wondering ‘why’ ?
Leave life in Fate’s hands
It knows what’s best for you
It will never ever do
Things that you would rue
So move ahead with grace
And a smile on your face
A sway of the hips
And a song on your lips
 218° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 213° 
Zara rain
The pretense of youthful ignorance prepaid her attractiveness for
ohh... so many reasons and times.
(wannabe predators salivate)

She knew her allure
but not if it is truly real.

At least she did realize (thank you Damion) that when the attraction has faded out,
So will she...
So, I'm learning about what breaks people, and I'm trying desperately to figure out how  and what to do to save them. But how can a chained tiger become benevolent, gentle and helpful? All I know is to slash hard and effectively.
 209° 
Polaris Miedema
Only in death I’ll be saved.
From the noises.
From having to make the bed right.
From OCD.
Distractions, overwhelming, being stuck.

I can try to be safe in moments.
But things keep coming back.
So death, safe me from these.
I’m crying for you.
Day and night.
29-03-25
 202° 
Dom
Death is a thunderstorm—
A tempestuous storm that cuts deep into the very core of a soul,
With rain as sharp as razors.
Lamenting clouds weep like angels,
While the thunderous cries of God echo across the sky.
Lightning dances across the heavens,
Illuminating a path home.
 193° 
Ami Mathur
Beans which bring your tongue to linger,
Dishes that compel you to lick your fingers.
A kidney-shaped pulse,
One cooked by your mom,
You won't be able to control your impulse.

Beans grown in a climate—warm.
If you have it with rice, oh! What a charm.
If you have too much, believe me, it will harm.
Kidney beans will touch your heart.
Yes! If you overeat them, it will make you ****
And I don't know why 😂
 185° 
Dom
Feral eyes glint in the moonlight,
Lupine fingernails tear at her skin,
As her hips rise and fall,
She howls with a rhythmic ministration,
The glow of her flushed skin catches the candlelight,
While the cries of her passion vibrate off the walls,
Beads of sweat fall like morning dew off blades of grass.

Enchanted lips, lavishly adorned,
Exchange sweet-tasting spittle,
Where tongues waltz and tango,
Tangled in the heat of a stolen breath,
Until they gasp to recapture it.

His eyes roll back,
A lion’s growl erupts in an incessant cadence,
Massive palms with rigid digits grasp her waist,
Guiding her motion to a steady lock to her heartbeats.

Waves of passion crash upon them like a needy shore,
Their bodies shivering in coalescence,
As the lion roars and the wolf howls,
Creating symphonic melodies in the carnality,
Lovers delighted, souls reunited.
 181° 
preservationman
Lord, you have helped me to stand
Always at your command
You have guided me through
Your uplift is my continued pursue
You are my life insurance
Your policy is my influence
Your words conquer all
Even when you call
Solid as a rock
I am one of your Flock
I stand
Upward praise
Your amaze
Sometimes I don’t understand
Your teachings concrete
You are who I seek
Don’t let my spirit go weak
Satan always defeat.
 178° 
Black-Locust
Do you feel,
the less I do,
as the reel
brings up
catch of a fool?
 177° 
JDK
"Here, let me see . . . "
she takes it out of my hand,
grips around the base, twists and pulls.
I stare, confused; more curious than alarmed.
Finally, she clasps it closed and holds it up in triumph.
"It's so tight," I said,
admiring as she hands it back to me.
"Yes. It's a hidden talent of mine."
 176° 
kris
They fly in groups in the sky above,
Filling the air with God's love.
Flapping their wings with joy in their hearts,
That's how the sky reveals God's art.
 169° 
Khoisan
When things go awry
and forked tongues clash
it feels like lightning
striked the trash.
 161° 
hannah
Open circle
                                                  Chase your tail
Round and round



Round and round
                                               Open circle
   Chase your tail



Chase your tail
                                                  Round and round,
  Open circle.
 158° 
Mivel
Tracks of the caterpillar
on the road
carries the weight
that it loads

Clankkk!
Clankkk!

Hydraulic press crack
the road
dig further
'til it explode

Laborer's sweat
huddling like brood
daubed his temple
With a calloused hold

Claaank!

Bystander's fist
On waist, unfold
Clock ran out
Turned back, they dissolve
 154° 
Talon Robinson
beautiful to say the least
for you always stop my eyes
their gaze trapped upon you
my attention
now stolen
you have no idea
the pull your beauty possesses
on my poor deprived eyes
 154° 
Lynn
I'm a heart
Trapped in the ribcage
Of your bone-like lies
All I do is try
Somehow that's not enough

I'm stuck in a cage
Left to waste away
You watch while I rot
Laughing it off
With all of your manipulative friends
Partners in crime
Gaslighting friends

In my cage I turn closer
And
Closer
To meat that's rotten
Not cooked but forgotten
I matter nothing to you
But there's nothing I can do
My future lies in the palm of your hand
It's all part of your plan
To strip away my blood
My upper and lower chambers
My left atrium
Right atrium
Valves
Ventricles
My rotten core
Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is nothing more

Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is the nothing you want
In today's society
 125° 
Marc Morais
Tribute to Sable Nocturne’s poem « The Quiet Becoming» and Maria’s poem «My Loneliness.»
Note below.


I wake inside a dream—
not to a place, not to a time,
but to something so different—
No images, no faces,
only the swell of a feeling,
as if my ribs have cracked open
to let me slip deeper.

It is neither loss nor desire,
not grief, not joy—
but the raw ache of existence,
of having once been held,
and now, reaching.

I wake twice—
once from the dream,
and then again
to the world.

The wind brushes my skin.
A sound beyond the window—
a bird calling from a nest,
for the sun’s soft warmth.

And in the quiet,
this feeling returning,
this echo,
as if it has waited for me
all this time—

A calm and loving reminder—
hiding behind loneliness.

To love. To be loved.
To be lifted into warm arms,
to be something soft
inside another’s hands—
safe, unforgotten.

The feeling stays with me now,
bare as first light,
as if it has never left me—
as if I have been dreaming it
all along but calling it loneliness.
 105° 
AndresAjala
"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"
 104° 
Zeno
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I don't know what I was looking for,
in the honey draped lights flashing
in my eyes
And the sound of music
that keeps on playing and playing

And the wind that laps over my face
as the world turns,
Like horses running on axis,
weaving through the lines of shadow
and fireworks
And in their trail, I found
stardust that shimmers and shimmers

I found it confusing sometimes
In the endless mirrors and lights
that spirals in my mind
Like vines coiled around poles
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And the looming sweetness that lingers,
like pink foam swirling in my mouth

I smiled towards the dying sunset,
thinking it would last forever
I try not to close my eyes
and not be blinded
by the world slowly slipping
away

Before the music dies
Before the yellow stars burn out
You might not hear my voice
or even remember my name
But I just want you to know that

I was here

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 99° 
pushpanjay kumar
The moon, she watches, soft and wise,
A silver guardian in the skies.
She hums to the waves, a lullaby deep,
Singing the ocean into sleep.

She whispers to lovers beneath her light,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
She listens to dreams, secrets untold,
Carving their stories in shimmered gold.

Yet, though she glows with patient grace,
She longs to touch, to leave her place.
A lonely queen in midnight’s tune,
Forever bound—a silent moon.
 99° 
Autisma
To be a dew drop
would be nothing like
being the ocean

it wasn't ever meant to be
personified that way

more like the sound of relief
and the unknown
because you never know what is coming
at the time of the morning
at which dew drops appear.
 98° 
Nina
You’re perfect
I call you a poem
She cooks breakfast
I wonder
if I can last that long
She says
Darling, no hurry
I'm doing it for you
so
don't worry,

but I'm thinking of
breakfast
and
nothing else.
 96° 
Mia
I wonder,
wander,
falter.

Back — forth.

Now I’m
backed in the corner.
Silence is comfortable
to move in.

For the fourth time?

Back — forth.

Running,
cowering,
to cover my back.

But love seems to burst
forth from my gut.

Back — forth.

Singing,
humming—
it’s quiet.

But it’s sweet,
and now you’re back.

And I can’t seem
to bring the strength forth.

Back — forth.
A cycle too strong to quit.
 93° 
spilled tears
There are two deaths in life,
The first one when
You realize you will die,
The second one when
You no longer try.
So what’s the secret to immortality?
 93° 
PoeticIntrospecs
Dear God,
Surely,
To you,
My Heart,
I would give,
If Only,
I knew where does it lie...
Yearnings
 90° 
Jimmy silker
It's time to get to grips
With a partial eclipse.
The best place for your wife to rest is the cemetery. But why? Because she's tuckered out. Is she breathing? Yes, very healthily. You're not going to toss her into a grave while I'm scratching my nuts are you? No. I wouldn't do that. Let me scratch your nuts. Thanks. You're a good friend.
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