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 1204° 
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.
 773° 
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.
 681° 
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.
 541° 
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.
 541° 
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
 459° 
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.
My box of old poems is now empty, I mixed the old with the new during my stay here, but I have to admit my hands are failing me, and I can no longer write. I am no match for Parkinson’s.  I wrote poetry to bring me comfort, and I never thought the echoes you all sent back would give me so much more.  I have one more poem to write, and then I will have to stop.
 406° 
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
 291° 
PAVANI
As my dreams play
vivid images of a future
I'm yet to mold
my brain cries in silence
as in my hands, wet clay
is all I hold
 276° 
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.
 276° 
n
my brain has become inert
my thoughts fragmentary
i don’t know where to start
i’ll hold on to all that hurts
out of need, i need to bleed
 218° 
VinceV
Come one
Come all
To feast
Upon this flesh

Alone
In despair
Alone
In despair

I see the forrest
The trees
Though this is the end
Thank you for taking me
 191° 
Rohaniyat
میرے سکون میں، میرے دکھوں میں، جو دے ساتھ، وہ ہو تم،
ہر پل جو ہو پاس میرے، وہ بہترین احساس ہو تم۔

جو کنارہ ہے دریا کے ساتھ، ایسا سکون بھرا ساحل ہو تم،
صبح کی پہلی کرن ہو تم، جو روشن کرے ہر منزل کو، وہ ہو تم۔

جب میں جاگوں، میرا پہلا خیال ہو تم،
جب میں سو جاؤں، میرا آخری خیال ہو تم۔

تم کو نہیں پتا، کیا ہو تم،
میری زندگی کا سب سے حسین احساس ہو تم۔

میرے جینے کی وجہ ہو تم،
میرے پاس نہ ہو کر بھی، میرے پاس ہو تم۔

بنا کہے جو سب سمجھ لے، وہ ان کہی بات ہو تم،
جو مجھے دنیا کی نظروں سے چھپا کے رکھے، وہ گہری رات ہو تم۔

میری زندگی کا سب سے خوبصورت تحفہ ہو تم،
میری جان، میرے ہمسفر ہو تم۔

— 💖 روحانیت 💖✨
 187° 
Alex Yao
Engrained in my aspect
On the verge, the precipice
A cathartic reject
A failed hedonist
Forever and endless
Not even emptiness
A mess.
I want to feel it all.
The ache. The hush. The hollow.
Because on the other side of silence,
there's a version of me
I haven’t met yet
but she’s waiting,
and she’s worth
every whispered scream.
 162° 
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.
 162° 
Tristan Corey
The tulips teach me that beauty
can return even after the frost,
The sunflowers remind me to turn
towards the light,
And the forget-me-nots whisper softly
that some things are meant to be remembered,
not lost.
 157° 
Marc Morais
This world grows in me—
stone and root,
water bending like sorrow—
the river rises,
catching smooth stones,
carrying all that has been broken.

She spills—
cunning as a courtesan,
her movements deliberate—
a quiet confidence in every curve,
never losing herself.

Her hands shape the world she touches—
soft enough to cradle,
brave enough to let go.

The mountain pauses—
a quiet thinker.
Each step is careful,
his resolve etched in stone,
teaching me to belong—
to stand firm.
Even when the wind cuts,
even when the world
shivers beneath me.

And the forest—
ancestral,
speaks of skies torn apart,
alive with things
I’ve never seen before—
its roots speak softly,
an inheritance of quiet strength.
It whispers of lives lived long gone—
a story written in every leaf,
a hand outstretched
from every branch,
reminding me—

I am their breath,
their silence, their strength—
through stone and root,
water and sky,
this world grows within me—
I am not alone—

None of us are.
The river is my mother,
the mountain is my father,
the ancestral forest, my grandparents...
and I, their breath.
 134° 
Ludden
Turned away
Unable to withdraw
Turned towards
Unable to get close
Invisible forces in action
Unable to resist
Despite desperate intentions
Always unable
To resist your magnetism
 134° 
Nina
You’re perfect
I call you a poem
 133° 
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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 131° 
kokoro
" Whenever I have to have a difficult conversation with someone or it is an important topic, I always talk to them. Lots of times I don't want too.
    You can't go back in time. It is hard to tell people difficult things. When it is appropriate you can tell her that in person. "
 124° 
Todd Sommerville
Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.
Learning to be comfortable all alone
with nothing but your thoughts is a hard lesson to learn.
I love my family and friends but it's great to get away from everyone
and everything sometimes.
 124° 
Arthur Vaso
I sat there
in the dark
staring at emptiness
the room grey with dust
my mind as empty as the bottle
I noticed three small black dots
lying in the corner
as dead as me

Then, a spirit stirred
Invisible to a teary eye
the black dots moved
and grew
      and grew

Now they are up in the sky
out of reach
from human touch

One is the Sun
the other the Moon
the third my heart
 123° 
Ivan
but what if
I hate that I love her!?
 111° 
Dmitry Synytsia
Like the effortless flow of fingers over piano keys, life wraps around me, drawing me gently into luminous waves of feelings.

A symphony of pure heavens.
Everything here is deep green, adorned with brilliant stars that flicker inside me.
I feel the warm wind caressing my face, playing with my light brown hair.

Sinking into sleep was never really sleep—for here, waking is not possible.
 98° 
Eve
Angel of anguish, take this from me.

your feathers brush away my sins,

but your talons carve my guilt into my chest.

sweet Angel, carry me to oblivion,

rest your head in the lake of inaction,

tasting wordless pleas.

eyes, eyes, they say they never lie.

but you have none, only an empty promise lay in your skull.
Le poète naïf, qui pense avant d'écrire,
S'étonne, en ce temps-ci, des choses qui font rire.
Au théâtre parfois il se tourne, et, voyant
La gaîté des badauds qui va se déployant,

Pour un plat calembour, des loges au parterre,
Il se sent tout à coup tellement solitaire
Parmi ces gros rieurs au ventre épanoui,
Que, le front lourd et l'œil tristement ébloui,

Il s'esquive, s'il peut, sans attendre la toile.
Enfin libre il respire, et, d'étoile en étoile,
Dans l'azur sombre et vaste il laisse errer ses yeux.
Ah ! Quand on sort de là, comme la nuit plaît mieux !

Qu'il fait bon regarder la Seine lente et noire
En silence rouler sous les vieux ponts sa moire,
Et les reflets tremblants des feux traîner sur l'eau
Comme les pleurs d'argent sur le drap d'un tombeau !

Ce deuil fait oublier ces rires qu'on abhorre.
Hélas ! Où donc la joie est-elle saine encore ?
Quel vice a donc en nous gâté le sang gaulois ?
Quand rirons-nous le rire honnête d'autrefois ?

Ce ne sont aujourd'hui qu'absurdes bacchanales ;
Farces au masque impur sur des planches banales ;
Vil patois qui se fraye impudemment accès
Parmi le peuple illustre et cher des mots français ;

Couplets dont les refrains changent la bouche en gueule ;
Romans hideux, miroir de l'abjection seule,
Commérage où le fiel assaisonne des riens :
Feuilletons à voleurs, drames à galériens,

Funestes aux cœurs droits qui battent sous les blouses ;
Vaudevilles qui font, corrupteurs des épouses,
Un ridicule impie à l'affront des maris ;
Spectacles où la chair des femmes, mise à prix,

Comme aux crocs de l'étal exhibée en guirlande,
Allèche savamment la luxure gourmande ;
Parades à décors dont les fables sans art
N'esquivent le sifflet qu'en soûlant le regard ;

Coups d'archets polissons sur la lyre d'Homère,
Et tous les jeux maudits d'un amour éphémère
Qui va se dégradant du caprice au métier :
Voilà ce qui ravit un peuple tout entier !

Bêtise, éternel veau d'or des multitudes,
Toi dont le culte aisé les plie aux servitudes
Et complice du joug les y soumet sans bruit,
Monstre cher à la force et par la ruse instruit

À bafouer la libre et sévère pensée,
Règne ! Mais à ton tour, brute, qu'à la risée,
Au comique mépris tu serves de jouet !
Que sur toi le bon sens fasse claquer son fouet,

Qu'il se lève, implacable à son tour, et qu'il rie,
Et qu'il raille à son tour l'inepte raillerie,
Et qu'il fasse au soleil luire en leur nudité
Ta grotesque laideur et ta stupidité !

Molière, dresse-toi ! Debout, Aristophane !
Allons ! Faites entendre au vulgaire profane
L'hymne de l'idéal au fond du rire amer,
Du grand rire où, pareil au cliquetis du fer,

Sonne le choc rapide et franc des pensers justes,
Du beau rire qui sied aux poitrines robustes,
Vengeur de la sagesse, héroïque moqueur,
Où vibre la jeunesse immortelle du cœur !
 91° 
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
 79° 
Will
hands seek the
                           blue ribbon--
the flutterer

                                            in butterfly

                                   scars.
catch it.

                      please. This too cannot

    go to god.

                                      The heavens

                     are glutted with
                              joy.
 76° 
Nicholas
Dont Fret.

To fret is to suppress.
And what's suppressed.

Must be expressed.

Is the sun not shining?
If not so, will it soon?

If not soon,
Is it else where?

Can you still see the moon?

Is the weather not nice?
If so.

Could you still walk Outside?

You let out a sigh.
Water seeps out your eyes.

The wind feels unpleasant
But still.

Will you survive?

THRIVE.
 72° 
Twisted Poet
P- pages torn from books coated in prophesies  
R- razor blades slice through memories
O- open wounds drip crimson blood upon chalk stars
P- pen drawn runes coat your skin drawn in black ink
H- haloed in holy fire angels descended with knife blade wings
E- eyes gunmetal grey rimmed with puffy red highlights
T- they call you proclaimer, gods words carved into your bones.
 72° 
David P Carroll
A couple happy as can be
In love you and me and
Life's joys were ahead
With love as our guide
Two hearts entwined
A love profound and
Our future is bright
A happy life snuggled in bed.
Lovers
 69° 
Barton D Smock
God is being tortured to tell us where we are
 64° 
badwords
Welcome, dear artist, step into the light—
Paint on your pleasure, make your grin tight.
The crowd here is eager, the clapping is loud,
But only for those who have clapped for the crowd.

Powder your cheeks with engagement and grace,
Lace up your lips in reciprocal praise.
A bow for a bow, a sigh for a sigh,
Wink at the watchers or wither and die.

Here in the House where the hollow hands meet,
The loveliest dancers must stay on their feet.
A round of applause is a token to spend,
But spend it too slowly, and you’ll find it ends.

The jesters all juggle, the poets all moan,
The painters trade colors but none of their own.
Each stroke, each verse, each desperate tune,
Not meant to be felt—just meant to be hewn.

For love is a fiction, and merit a game,
A trick of the trade, a conjuring name.
So curtsy, dear artist, and play your part—
For silence here is the end of art.
 62° 
evangeline
Moon wanes tonight
The woeful Anhinga takes flight
She’s foul fowl, past lovers say
Truest form—Bird of Prey
little thoughts
 62° 
Dennis Willis
So many words
until
I remember
\the edge

against which
we throw
verse
\like shells

of would be
dynomite
light
\darkly wrote

and I quote
nevermore
bright
\nothings  galore
 59° 
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
Lotus bud in sparkling haze,
slowly opening in search of light.
Special bloom from ancient times.
Unique in stimulating ways.
Rebirth of many things.
Calming restless minds.
Caressing eyes with charm.
Magic to gloomy days.



Shell ✨🐚
Ancient flower. Symbol of all that’s good in life.
 56° 
avery
i am imploding
my cup was full and now i am spilling over on every side
i microwaved an orange so much it blew up
like they gave me too much salsa in my burrito and it’s all over my hands when i try to eat it
no one else matters anymore
i see only you
i desire nothing more than you
nothing less
i want to braid our bones together
 53° 
owls at dawn
I am not holding back
this stampede
I welcome it
I am absolved
in this desire
this annihilation
is my salvation
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