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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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 2793° 
Nishu Mathur
The copper bells glisten
Swaying in the sunshine
I pause as I listen
To the tinkling
Of the wind chimes

In the distance, they ring
A gentle melody -
I hear their songs
The unsaid words they sing

How sweet is their music
Sweet the joy they bring
Such is the wonder -
The magic of little things
 842° 
Richard Shepherd
Press play.

Essence fills the cold, biting air.
Thoughts drift back to the day we met.
Her words soothed my splintered heart, her presence made me feel safe.

The first time we spoke, nerves filled my soul.
This was not just a woman—this was a new feeling,
a blessing,
a gentle kiss laced with understanding.

And then, oh, goodness—and then—she took us high.
Flying past clouds to the golden place,
our bodies became one. I was mesmerized.

All at once, a deeper meaning to everything
was revealed.
This love was a love I had never known.

Looking at her face, I melted—
beautiful chestnut hair, perfect lips,
breathtaking eyes, a smile from the heavens.

Love discovered me.

I lie still as Essence continues to play.
I swear undying, loyal love
to this incredible woman—
my Goddess.

Forever.
Eternally.
https://youtu.be/0eiDkUNGQa0?si=-yhtsBDL5cRdY3A6
 691° 
Marc Morais
Tears
are not afraid
to get wet—
tears will find
another way
through—

Like rain cutting
new roads
through rock

Like rivers tricking
land to let go

Even the smallest
drop knows—
water moves
what won’t
 563° 
Em MacKenzie
My dad spent most of his life
singing songs wishing to be a rockstar.
“Can’t get no satisfaction” and “Mack the knife”
a handful of applause from drunks in a dark bar.

The sights I hated to see
now the person I don’t wish to be,
my potential could be monumental
if I could just turn dreams to reality.
The days of a wasted youth
ignoring a tragic truth,
I could make history by solving a mystery
if I could only find the proof.

My mom’s favourite song was “Fast Car”
but at the funeral, I picked Fleetwood’s “Landslide.”
There was no point in highlighting an old scar,
some times and places, there’s just things you should hide.

The sights I hated to see
can’t be wiped from my memory,
and what I fear the most is that there’s no ghost
that has been haunting me.
Now I get the appeal of the drink
from the cabinet or underneath the sink,
without warning, about ten in the morning
it was worse than you could ever hope or think.

My feet pushed against the white floor board
and my back leaned up against the bed.
Thinking about how the surface was scored,
the colours mix; white, orange blue and red.
In the basement with my precious; my hoard,
with the knowledge no one would know if I were dead.
Suddenly it was a thought that I explored
that maybe I enjoyed that course instead.
And to the heights I once soared,
please tell me the best days are still ahead.
1989- someday
 492° 
Nishu Mathur
The grey gives way to fuchsia pink  
And light falls softly upon the trees
It’s then, he's seen, the morning sun
With his fingers of gold and earthy honey
That wake the sleepy land and sea
And warm the gentle birds and bees
Brighten the fragrant rain kissed rose
That rests on brows that still repose —
And speaks to the stars hidden above
Of warm nights and a summer of love
Written some time back but not posted

An Indian Summer is typically a warm autumn in the northern hemisphere as traveller says, but in India, a summer is an Indian summer:)
 415° 
David J
The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed
Sometimes those blooms bore such sour fruit.
I do enjoy attempting haiku with Nature elements. I should take some time to study the development of the Haiku and its form.
 413° 
Albamaine
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A colony raised
In a box, elixir gold
Bonded Bees toil
 402° 
Le Toad
Just because you might think me mental
Doesn't mean I want to be
An experiment.
I admit it, I thought Quiet Riot was cool.
What?
 368° 
zoe
I admire from afar
Yet you never notice me
I pray someday you do

I want to confess my feelings
But you might not care
I hope someday I can

You are my crush
But instead of confessing to you
I crush my feelings

So everything I see you
I can't bring my self to confess to you
 323° 
The Invisible Poet
one of my biggest fears is
that I'll work a 9 to 5 job
that I despise and drains me

I don't want to work a job that pays the bills
and is physically and emotionally draining
I want to do what I love and make good money

I know that that sounds naive
but I see the effects the menial job
that kills you slowly
taking everything out of you
with barely any energy at the end of the day
 267° 
daphne
boys will be boys
when he pulls her pigtails.
boys will be boys
when he takes away her virtue.
 261° 
ms hitt
rye
the seeds have been sown
they will sprout in spring
showers share sustenance

the rye is ready to reap
rooted in rocky regolith
the resourceful reward

saved for sooner, sought
by shadows; steal scraps
when spoiled seeds stink

starved so soon, save me
 254° 
Cassian
I fell in love

As did you

I clung too tightly

As did you

I dreamt of a forever

As did you

I swore to keep it strong

As did you

I tried to make it better

As did you

I sat there crying alone

As did you

So let us try to be friends

Maybe try again

Back to when it began

Before I fell in love

Before you did too

Because one day around the bend

Maybe twenty years from now

I think I'll say I loved you

You'll say you loved me too

Maybe we'll just stay friends

Or get married in distant years

Cuz I can say I fell in love

And as did you
sometimes you just need to try again
 233° 
Birdie
I saw a picture of my dad today,
It shocked me that his hair is grey.
I didn’t recognise his face,
New lines that the years had placed.
It hit me hard inside my chest,
It knocked me back and took my breath.
I do not know that man I saw,
Hardly remember him anymore.
And I wonder if he would know me,
If a picture of me he were to see.
 230° 
sofiia shmulia
ти можеш пити скільки хочеш
але вона ніколи не буде мною
ти можеш знайти «іншу» дівчину
яка сміється, як я сміялася раніше
яка жартує, усміхається
і все наче здається однаковим
але це вже ніколи не буду я
 202° 
Larry Berger
I was afraid to go
to sleep last night,
because the two girls
in my dreams might meet,
Tatterina and Hugdalena,
so I sat up late,
drank wine, and
wrote this poem.
 189° 
hannah miller
I waited,
dribbles of wax bled into pineapple compote.
drop by drop,
losing their spark.
I sat outside your room,
with your favourite cake beside me,
waiting for your door to open.
it never did.
The last candle burnt out
five mushy puddles of wax
a pool of tears
beside the golden cake tray.
12 year old me
saved up for weeks for that cake
gleeful,
just to put a smile on your face.

open to interpretation
 186° 
aga
when the sun goes up, that's when my tears fall down the most...
 163° 
Adam S
I think I'm falling for you—
I can feel the ache,
its every telltale sign.

I think I'm falling for you—
have needed to, wanted to,
since I can remember.

I think I'm falling for you—
for the idea of you
I couldn’t help but create.
 158° 
Fumyo
undisturbed
by shopping fever…
snowfall is quiet
 156° 
heidi
becoming the clouds
floating through the atmosphere
daydreamer’s delight
 154° 
Dhaval Naik
Dancing for love like a flamingo,
But all I am is a collection of letting go...

Held by waves but lost in a tide,
Losing the memory of love—left behind...

Chasing it like crazy- up  and above,
Realising i am the love i was rooting for...
In right eyes, you will be the art!!!
 153° 
Ari
I don't want to be like her
I want to be myself
and loved like she is
I'm bored and avoiding homework so I'm writing random stuff
they are asking in the village if the pub is open yet.

i question  have  they called by to ask?



they are asking in the village if the pub serves food.

have they popped in to ask &  to see the menu?



they are saying in the village that the front needs tidying

as does the car park.



i ask the folk in the village if they will tidy their own place

and  to be glad the pub is open again.



i called in to a lovely guided tour and a warm welcome.



let us not be so critical. tyn y groes.
 143° 
Louise
But what is spring breeze,
if not absence of a kiss?
If summer is hot and torrid,
spring is lacking indeed.
If spring is but a tease,
summer comes with ease.
If summer brings the true wind,
spring only hides want and need.
 138° 
Meliah
Dad:
Knock Knock

Me:
Who's there?

Dad:
Hike

Me:
Hike who?

Dad:
Unsuspecting child
Dad waiting with bated breath
Sets the perfect trap

Me:
My dearest father,
Alas, your trap was not sprung
I saw it coming.

Dad:
My sweetest daughter,
I was just  bragging on you,
And you turned on me.

Me:
You made this menace
They say you reap what you sow
-From your pride and joy

Dad:
Alas, you wound me,
I'm but partially at fault,
You are your mom's clone.

Me:
Mom does not haiku
This mischief is all from you
I got lots from you

Dad:
Only half from me,
Haiku from me is recent,
But it made you smile.

Me:
I value both halves
I am proud to be of you
I love you daddy
A playful haiku exchange between my dad and me, inspired by a classic dad joke gone poetic.
 132° 
Shambhavi
The sun’s brightness urged me to move on,
But the darkness of clouds whispered, "Stay."
Even when the brightness was stronger,
I was standing alone in the "gray."
 132° 
nivek
today melds slowly into yesterday
a day gone forever, seemingly
but we can only see-
as far as the end of our nose
 122° 
Mike
Here i sit by myself, silence flowing in the air
Here i sit by myself, Silence in my heart and mind
Here i sit by myself, With the feelings of despair
Here i sit by myself, No fates has aligned

The silence flowing through the air
Even on the busiest streets, nothing stands out
But shes my dreams, dreams beyond compare
Whispering, What is love even about?

We talked, talked more frequently
From strangers, we became close friends
I was lucky, i found her accidently
Time will meet love, even if it was ends

But here it is, Lonely and by myself
Wished she was here, here by my side
Love is fading away, fading with stealth
Sitting by myself, now emptiness stays by my side
 122° 
Wondy
I wish i can remove those feelings
I don’t want them not anymore
I don’t want to feel or even want you to feel my feelings
I’m better with my own
Alone in my little world
All alone
 121° 
Bruce Taylor
I sit out back
and listen
to the sounds
of a heavy
bass beat
from across
the street
and birds
singing
high soprano
in the trees
but all I hear
is Beethoven’s
Sixth:
da dahdah dah da
da dahdah dah da
dah da…dah da
 120° 
Flor
When the night is heavy and silence stays,  
When the world feels distant in misty grays,  
Through every doubt, through lost and found,  
The answer is you, always around.  

In laughter that lingers, soft and true,  
In quiet moments, just us two,  
No matter the question, the twist, the maze,  
The answer is you, always, always.  

Through shifting tides and skies unsure,  
Through every trial we endure,  
Even when shadows dim the view,  
The answer is simple—it's always you.
 116° 
David Plantinga
Because plates are little and shallow
A buffet should provide a fellow
A bus tub instead,
One made out of bread,
With compartments for gravy and yellow.
In connecting buffets with a dish simply called “yellow” I’m drawing from National Lampoon’s Vegas Vacation.
 114° 
Connor O'Leary
Watching our love
That was never alive
Flatline
The monitor screams
And only I hear it
Tears shed from only one set of eyes
While the others stare into someone else's
I’ll excuse your absence
Even if it hurts me
Every glimpse of you
So momentary
It reminds me that's all we'll ever be
The death of us or the death of me?
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