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 831° 
Traveler
I don’t love being wronged but my love still beats strong!
I don’t love to exercise
but I love being fit and alive!
I don’t love sour grapes,
but if they’re good for me
I’ll take a plate.
I don’t love death and Gore, and I surely don’t love war, But I do love a strangers smile, won’t you come and sit a while?
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 793° 
Raffael
i thought of you
while cleaning the dishes

realizing
that you
probably
dont think of me

anymore

but i sure do

i wasnt paying attention
so
i dropped my favorite cup

shattered
into countless
little pieces

now its gone

forever

just
like
you
 519° 
Nat Lipstadt
a common enough expression,
lightly spoken, easily surrendered,
wishes become hopes or prayers,
depending on the gravity of urgency,
right, know that wishes are
gravity-resistance,
rising up to the atmosphere, where any
cruel, fate-focused, looking to be
amused, lousy lounging-around gods,
always cruising
for some real entertainment, might
snap
into action,
upending plans, ruining futures,
or tickling your fancy
with a run of fabulous luck,
by, due to, their fanciful footwork

in the near future:
I hope to live to serve tomorrow,
feel the
ingenuity of love’s aroma,
as fresh as a new morn born
fragrant croissant

in the near future :
I hope I hear
Rhaposdy in Blue
being played live
through an open window
and be joined by my fellow
sensualists in a spontaneous
street festival

in the near future:
I’m going to go on a slightly planned
road trip,
domestic and international
to visit friends I have netted
in my butterfly catcher,
the human kind,
whose flowers of words I have
suckled the nectar thereof,
and thank them properly
with hugs, fresh fruit
and gifts that will
tickle their fancy
fanciful wordswork

and make it home,
a safe return
to those called family
and find them
happy healthy
and never complain ever again
about that
stupid grin on my face
that just seems impossible to
erase
200am 2/13/25
 349° 
JRF
Here you go.

I present to you

My simplest and most
complex, confused, and conflicted  thoughts

Just for your
Consumption.

Enjoy.
So how’s this Valentine stuff work
Must it be a mutual deal
Or can I claim you as my Valentine
If to you it isn’t real?
From afar, unbeknownst,
Someone sending love notes
Every single day
Obviously, whatever the time
You are my Valentine
I don’t have to be yours for you to be mine
 239° 
alit
3pm on an outside stroll
will I see you then
I guess we won’t know
But here I am
 228° 
ZACK GRAM
Every ***** want my baby
10 million babies
100 million gran babies
1 billion great gran babies
Alien Nuts
Alien Births
It's a Set-Up
I nut
2 generation
10 million Aliens
Who's Human?
Not Me....
In 100 years
I Nut 1 Billion
God Remember
 216° 
jeffrey conyers
My heart so into you.
That to my friends I been called a fool- (concerning you)
But I feel I found this jewel so true.

So, a fool I rather be and I'm not the only one.
My eyes only see you.
And that's the way it should be- (concerning you)
And I'm not tripping.
Because I'm in love.

If many would only admit truth that they are seeking?
Exactly what I have now.
And I'm not tripping.
 209° 
andy fardell
When all you have is time

Laying there in the darkness of day
I feel the heat blister my skin
Thoughts wandering this life
Life taking my time

Ebbing away consuming my day
A lust for the truth
My mind be all confused
To be more than this
Time stealing this wish

Clock ticking the day
My mind falling away
One want for more time
A must for I cry
Give me a chance
 208° 
Nisio
The flaws of mine are all I look to
their the most obvious
the only thing I really see
Somehow you scavenge any beauty in it.
 199° 
kitty angel

i wanna give him everything
but hes not my everything and im not his anymore
i have other life than i had when we were close and were one person
so does he
eating together, breathing together and living each others lives
everything is gone
everything is my fault
everything

20/12/2024
for p.
 195° 
Graeme
What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.
Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.
 164° 
showyoulove
Can you see me?
Can you feel me right beside?
I am standing in the doorway
Will you welcome me inside?
I am looking
Deep inside your soul
I am longing
To come and make you whole
Can you see me?
My eyes, so soft and warm
Can you see them?
My love a whispered wind, a wild storm
Do you feel it?
Eyes so deep and calm
As to drown and disappear
In the depth and breadth of my love
Part One. The Question
 146° 
DENNY R ALLISON
Trying to understand,
     the great plan,
Ultimate quest, of
      Woman, and Man.
 138° 
JP Brown
I saw a little bird
Singing in a Tree

‘Unity - Liberty’
‘Freedom For Me’
‘Freedom For Me’

‘Unity - Liberty’
‘Freedom For Me’
‘Freedom For Me’

So the little bird
Sings his song
And flies away

Forever Free
‘Forever Free.’
Listen to the Birds.
 137° 
zoe
Us
It was always us,
Your the oldest, I'm the middle, and he's the youngest child.

You were always happy, He was always rebelling
And I was always hiding

Hiding in both shadows,
Like I didn't exist at all
Always pushing me aside.

You always blamed your problems on me,
He was always fighting with me.

I accepted everything blamed my self for everything,
Hating myself.

I was always judging myself
hating my body,
Face,
And life.

I didn't feel anything anymore, and
Now I tell myself I'm okay
I'm not.
Just a poem about siblings always pushing one away and making them hate and blame themselves
 106° 
Kalen Doleman
My heart is charmed
My mind is caught.
You have something rare, a certain type of beauty,
What I call
A beauty that never grows old.

You shine like the sun,
The brightest star in the solar system—
My system.
With my great independence, I was still caught in your orbit.

Your smile touches me.
It embraces me like the warmth of the sun on the first day of spring.

And I can never forget the comfort of your gentle voice,
Parting the clouds on an overcast.
You’re that bright ray that shines through.

After a storm, a rainbow.
Your mind and your personality show—
Colorful, beautiful, and radiant.

Neither land nor portrait,
Neither spring nor summer,
Can capture your essence, your aura,
Your eternal beauty,
A beauty that never grows old.
 100° 
Samantha Wagner
It doesn't happen every day
And it's not particularly remarkable
But it's these kinds of days
That feel remarkably perfect.

The simplicity in the ordinary
Finding sparks of happiness in that in-between
Standing on edges, making something grand of what is seen:
At dusk and dawn,
There is light in both.
 98° 
Therese
You are stepping on my toes,
as if we did not perfect this dance.
When I move back, you follow
if I let you get the chance.

Who would take the lead,
when you missed your fate?
I took you by a whirl
as you turned towards the bait.

I taught you how to Waltz
now do it on your own
just do not miss that beat
before we're left as bones

I think of ballrooms
filled with dancing pairs,
only one left alone  
for their own despair.
 97° 
J Wendell Coplin
I walk along an endless beach,
waves lapping at my ankles,
soft sand beneath my feet.
The world is a quiet peace.

I glance back and notice,
to my surprise,
two sets of footprints
trailing in the sand behind me.

I know He is here,
rejoicing in my joy,
walking beside me
because I have welcomed Him.

But one day, the wind rises.
The sky darkens, torn by thunder.
The waves crash, drowning my cries.
I stumble, unable to go on.

My life is unrecognizable—
rubble and filth,
pain and sorrow,
a world shattered by the storm.

And when I look back?
Only one set of footprints in the sand.

Why?

Am I truly alone?

I sit in silence,
lost in the weight of abandonment.
I search for understanding,
but all I find is emptiness.

I look up to the sky and cry out—
“Why have You forgotten me?”

Only then is the truth revealed.

Not my footprints, not my strength.
Every step in the sand was His.
Through the storm, He carried me,
through the waves, He walked.
Not a single moment alone.

I was never forsaken.
I forsook Him.
But he still carries me to the end
10
 96° 
Beda Flores
“They say love is forever
But for me love is
When I get to see the happiness in your eyes
When you say my name my heart skips a beat
This Valentine’s Day is extra special
Because I get to spend it with you
Even when we’re together
I still wish there was more time
In the world to be with you “
 95° 
Steve Matthews
After dinner, a nap and a good stretch
he eyes the living room sofa,
eager to sharpen his claws.

"No Kitty no."
"Bad Kitty!"

Still, fleeing from me,
a dying bird in his jaws,
Kitty is as innocent as the day he was born.
 92° 
rac1
I Dug Myself A Grave
And Lay Down in It
I Shovelled back the Dirt
And now I Am Finished
It felt So Good
To Be Part of the Earth
It was all Downhill
From the Moment of My Birth
 88° 
Lulu Sarmiento
White sheets and a warm hug;
Sun rays and coffee in a mug;
Your sleepy eyes and bright smile,
It makes the wait worth my while.

Yellow and green,
Fresh and crisp.
Mornings are wrapped in the perfume of eternity,
That assures evenings a scent of serendipity.

As always, my radiant sunshine.
And forevermore, my calm moonshine.
Written: October 2023
 87° 
StormriderIX
You are my love eternal
I may be tired as I'm more nocturnal
     But it is all worthwhile
                                        Because I get to see your smile
My starlight love eternal
This short poem I spontaneously wrote for my girlfriend, whom I cherish dearly, and who at this point in time lives several timezones earlier than me.
 86° 
AM
The words slipped out-
"I don’t want this anymore"
Had I blinked,
I wouldn’t have said it.

And just like that,
they took shape,
sharp as thorns,
wilting his smile
as they struck.

And just like that,
I stood alone,
Had I blinked,
he wouldn't be gone.
 85° 
the dirty poet
if only he’d followed his own advice
and taken bleach for his Covid
 85° 
Kate
This is the moment when you left
And the moment i knew you would never come back

It was the sight of watching a loved one go away on a trip
When you are young you wonder why you can't go with them
But they have to go any way for work, family, or death

It was the sound of your favorite song being paused halfway through
But you cant ever turn it back on

Worst of all it was the feeling of losing a piece of myself
I search everywhere to find

I try to fill the void
I try to forgot your voice

But I know what you were
And I wonder what you could be

Now you are probably looking down
Saying don't cry about me
I made it to the heavens
And I'll always have you with me

I'll always have you in my mind
In my heart
And in my pocket at the least

The streets are golden
The people are kind
And there's a spot next to me
Waiting for you to arrive
Life broke
So many promises
That I meant to keep
Does that make me a bad person...?
 75° 
charles
i could never be alone,

but that's why i'm so terrified.

spiraling self-doubt under skylight.

to remember your face,

under every star my eyes could count.

i could never be alone,

but i changed when my mom died.

i can't handle the dark,

i can't inhale the air.

i can't take this place anymore.

but morbid curiosity keeps me livin',

and i've absorbed so much pain,

i've swallowed what terrifies me.

but i could never do it twice.
 63° 
matt r
did you see the magpies
resting on the signpost?
they talk about twin cities
chatting through cupphones;
a high-wire walk with love
heart knots to kiss our heels.
happy valentines x
 63° 
m
my arms are static
my legs are rocky air
my torso dips into
the skyward of mattress

I brought yesterday in my hands to set out in the sun
it didn’t take long to burn right up
my eyes trail the flecking ash in the air

there’s nothing i wish to hide

yet i sit like one car
parking lot tar matches the sky
at 3 am

is the static channel on the tv
still there when you turn off the screen

i think i see it when i close my eyes
 61° 
Dennis Willis
so here i am small
as if aware
the bulge of my generation
in the human timey sausage
shrinks and is past
it's peak
a sag
in the lag
and inside
a bog
imagining i'm
exploding
with life
with every
line sublime
scratching out
this is fine
 60° 
Elaina
The treasure of you
in the depth of my being
nestled and entwined
resting at home in my soul
your loving presence within
My first Tanka style poem
Japanese 5•7•5•7•7
Valentine to my husband
February 14, 2025
 55° 
Jimmy silker
Sit where you are
That seems about right
Don't move too much
Don't step into the light
We don't like that
When you seek Beyond fear
The point of us being just about here.
 54° 
Aymeric
I am empty.
And I don’t mean it metaphorically,
or poetically,
or romantically,
or in any other way you like to dress it up.

I am empty.
Straight up.

Unreciprocated love took everything.
And there’s nothing left.
**** in boots
 54° 
m
the pink clouds move slow
slow like i was tricked by the years

gleaming over grass i walked
by feet
small in saturday's shoes

sharp patch grass and dirt that stuck to my back
replaced by the warmth of wood chips
familial love reflects off the set up sign
  swaying on the lawn

i feel its burn in my eyes

the ice cream man drives by
i guess the best flavor isn't in stock anymore

the sun keeps setting on my dreams to escape  
i already woke up from it all
People think the worst
is to not be seen
when the worst is to be someone's path
and not their journey.

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