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 612Β° 
M Vogel
Selmhem Naise
03/2016

Poetry is so much
more
than many people think it is.
It is
the place
where the battleground of light and dark
makes its  finest stand..

or most pathetic fall.


 597Β° 
Cadmus Elissa
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
 597Β° 
badwords
Emaciated creatures
pace their pens
Erasable features
begin and end

locked in hand
locked by key
Just demand
Dreamless sea

The miasma shrieks
An impulse creeps
Floorboards creak
to disturb your sleep

Now rest well
Empty, undefined
heaven or hell
you decide
 535Β° 
Maria Etre
In the midst
of a morning walk
I followed a trail
of purple
flowers
fallen
and ripe
that led me to
the mother tree
who has grown
heavy
with too much
beauty to carry
Ashrafieh, is a magical place in Beirut, Lebanon. It has those purple floral trees who decorate not only its appeal but also the streets after they have fallen.
It has a certain feel to it, when you see them, you feel the cusp of summer that will flood the city with heat, but yet in the midst of everything has hit the ground, there's so much beauty to the fallen.
 499Β° 
Pluto
What’s worse than loving you
but knowing I can’t have you?
Not the silence,
not the waiting,
not the ache that stretches across nights.

Even the stars fall quietβ€”
they know
there’s no sorrow deeper
than holding a love
that was never mine to keep.
 441Β° 
Nastia
The cloud is crumbling,
Rainy day ahead,
The air is soaked
The flavour of heavy soil.

New life is born
In the depths of the merciful Earth
We are all Her sons and daughters.
You took me by the hand and
Led me straight to your
Heart attack.
There were pages
Everywhere
And I could not tell the difference
Between what you loved and what
Destroyed you
 308Β° 
McKenna
Sunshine hair
And ocean eyes
A nightmare
Full of lies
Pretty mouth
Ugly words
Lives in a madhouse
Meets all standards
Looks pretty
But is ugly on the inside
 286Β° 
Me and You
The mirror
Reflecting
Not reflecting
Has become
Your very personal
Point of Transit

πŸŒ€
 271Β° 
The Invisible Poet
have I found my soulmate
it's too early to tell
but I know that I love him
maybe I'm rushing it
but I always fall hard and fast
it can be my downfall
but I experience unadulterated love
 226Β° 
The Wilted Witch
A massive abundance on a gentle breeze.
Oh, how the clouds seem to move with ease.
Smooth and certain across the sky.
A visual feast for a hungry eye.

Thick grey centres, with edges soft and unkempt.
Oh, to be in that world of which I’ve only dreamt.
To feel the cool wetness I imagine I’d feel
If I could break gravity, and be in the clouds for real.
Coffee on the balcony,
Staring at the sky.
Maybe I should share some thoughts.
Chose, β€œwhy not”, over β€œwhy”.
 202Β° 
Mae
A flower that longs to be picked
Is one that will never allow itself to bloom
 178Β° 
Ian
eyes cerulean,
hair gold-burnished, scarlet-streaked,
never to be mine.
 171Β° 
sincerelyww
i can never tell why i’m crying, cause one second I’m so sad and then the next I’m smiling we’ll tears are streaming down my face. I’ve never cried out of joy so I think, but I cry every day. Some of it has to be out of joy right cause I’m sad and then I’m happy and I’m sad again and i want to die so I sleep because it’s like dying but not because i don’t want to, but do and that’s the closest i’ll get
<3
 168Β° 
Qualyxian Quest
I miss my mom
I miss my mom
Years go by
She's not here

Emptiness
Absence, Absence
Memories
Silence, Tears
 166Β° 
Thomas W Case
I love it while
it sleeps--smiling,
wet with tea;
dreaming dormouse dreams.
I tickle its downy fur.
And it laughs and
moans softly.
I want to put it in
my pocket and
carry it everywhere;
take it out on
lonely autumn nights and
play with her until
she's exhausted,
relaxed and rested,
content and lost in my
fingers and in my heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOGBCY2FM_c
Here is a link to my YouTube channel. I just put up a new poetry reading from my book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.com
(This is a repost poem.)
www.thomaswcase.com
 156Β° 
Piyush
The beauty of sky
Lives within a lie.
The beauty of love
Is touched with gloves.
The beauty of truth
Isn’t found in fruit.
The beauty of goodbye
Is wrapped in a lie.
The beauty of lie,
Sleeps inside a die.
 156Β° 
neth jones
i am obvious to you                        
a glaring stowaway
            on your beauty feast
  spending   perilously  oblivious
to where this warmth is spreading
05/03/25 - original
i am oblivious to know you
stowaway on only   your beauty feast
 155Β° 
Tawana
Why does every lover return to you somehow?
 152Β° 
Dorian
Forever searching
Whether healthy or hurting
Endlessly wondering
Admiring life, pondering
Hoping for my happy ending
Here or as a celestial being

A long lasting fever
Looking for my jewel
If my journey stops, ever
I've met my goal, I'll revel
Maybe never
Maybe forever...
 151Β° 
Ryan O'Leary
Have you ever noticed how a lie needs to
be protected. Some lies exist in isolation
others co habit uncomfortably with truth.
 148Β° 
Sarita Aditya Verma
Limbless
In a vacuum
Swims my mind

Little flower
That blooms
Anonymous

Leaf abound green
Leafless chills
In autumn

Awake the owl
Night sleeps
It preys

Truth is layered
The Sun defies
Lies

Broken
The words
Knew a chain
 147Β° 
sofiia shmulia
i don’t want to be lonely
but i don’t go to clubs
i want to be with someone
but i’m afraid to trust
i’ve been lied to
and i closed my eyes
i believed so many times
that love is just to love and be loved
 119Β° 
Frances Raeburn
I am sorry
for the burden
I handed you
at birth
I am sorry
for the complications
and all
the family hurt
I am sorry
you are you
I am sorry
I am me
but dear god
above me
forgive me
I am so grateful
we are we.
 114Β° 
rin
my power is stored in my rose
the soft poetic words that come out of my mouth
soft as the silk tossed over my shoulder
everything around me blooms
 114Β° 
A Vryghter
β€œLove is selfish
And unkind.
Love is trying
And it blinds.
Love is giving
And leaving after.
Love is broken
And looking tougher.
Love is living,
And its dying.
Love is love.
Nothing compares.
It’s fragile, cradled,
And disaster.”

A.V.
 113Β° 
Chandy
Small things made us content
Until growth took over our lives
Getting more turns into a bore
When we cannot take in
Small times
Remember the past days?
Every aspect of life felt
Like an unsolved mystery
But now we have grown
Complicit and trapped
In routines that we never liked
But if this is the future
Did we ever enjoy small things?
Were we born to toil in normality?
Maybe it's too early
But I have always been too late
 111Β° 
LL
that guy who runs through
temples but stays in place β€” is
life an illusion

2025/084
 102Β° 
Sarah
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
What do you see when you look at me?

Lines, shapes and colours is all you observe
but through you I learn the intricate details of my soul.
Lately I don't recognise the darkness deep inside my eyes.
Once shining with glimmer,
now consuming any sight of light.

Why do you betray me?
If I dust, If I clean, constantly take heed of the state your in.
Will you reflect that which you once used to?
Are my attempts futile or do I amuse you?

Again I ask, mirror, mirror, on the wall.
What do you see when you look at me?

A scared little girl, running from responsibility.
Seeking anyone to take blame for the troubles of her own making.
I can't change that which is apparent, my purpose is to reflect.

If the one looking is displeased, cover your eyes and think.
Before a day comes in which all you are left with is regret.
 89Β° 
minx
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πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš
𝚝𝚘
πš‘πš’πš– ?
𝚠𝚊𝚜
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πšŒπš˜πš›πš—πšŽπš› ?


...
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πš’πš
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πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ ?
𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš’πš ?

matias will never know what i feel for him. it's insane, really...
 88Β° 
F Elliott

******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere.
And I've known it about this site
for so ******* long.

And the witches..  Jesus Christ--
control freaks,   every one of you.

What..
do you think your creativity 'substantiates'  you?

They're   just   *******   words.
Your creativity comes with an accountability..

but you won't have any part of that..   will you?

If your demons are so ******* powerful,
why do they hide inside of you?
Like a pathetic  excuse of a man, stepfather--

Using..  using..  using.. his wife's beautiful daughter..
over and over and over and over again.

It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also..


("Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?")

It's just empty ******* babble.
In the Realms,  it means nothing.

Absolutely.   *******.   Nothing.

The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your
empty, ever-controlling..  soul stealing Mother--


   It's an extremely-closed loop, Beavis.
                End of ******* story.



******* ******* demons..
the pathetic ******* are everywhere..



Feast like pagans
never get enough

Sleep like dead men..
Wake up like dead men

And when the sun comes
try not to hate the light

Someday we'll try
to walk upright

https://youtu.be/yjiJM_Daoa0

..the **** over here,
and lets get this unholy *****  out of you.
(it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)

πŸ–•
 87Β° 
Malekai
There's so much on my mind,
There's so much on my heart,
There's so much I want to say to you,
There's so much I want to do with you,
There's so much things I feel,
you don't know how much I want you to not go away.
 84Β° 
Esther
for the first time
i understood why children cry
and beg for their favourite toys
not to be taken away

because darling
that's exactly how I feel
when i imagine
ever losing you
@5:57am
28/02/23
 82Β° 
Ayisha R
You have no idea,
all the things I told my ChatGPT.

A silent voice with no belittle,
feel more human when they just listen.

πŸ€–
_________

Β© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
 80Β° 
Arcos
I look forward to the day I fail my final,
Because it’ll mean I tried.
I look forward to the day a girl rejects me,
Because it’ll mean I had courage.
I look forward to the day I’m arrested,
Because it’ll mean I found a boundary.
I look forward to the day I get lines on my forehead,
Because it’ll mean I earn them.

I look forward to the day I argue with my wife,
Because it’ll mean I found my person.
I look forward to the day my child is difficult,
Because it’ll mean I see him grow, change.
I look forward to the day I die of old age,
Because it’ll mean I lived.
 79Β° 
ghost girl
are you still
there?
i noticed
your silence,
villain disguised
as victim
brought to your knees
brandishing
your bloodied hands
as a casualty,
like they aren't
the weapon
like you didn't
walk your greedy
little fingers up
inside my rib cage
and take it all.
 73Β° 
Sia Harms
It was drenched in the weight
Of waters from free-flowing rivers,
Cut from the beams of an old,
Soulful church, pulling me away
From the temporary things that
Surrounded, and into the presence
Of my benevolent Father.
Let the world fall away
in prayer.
 71Β° 
Poisoned Wells
I wish I could sleep
but I ache,
on all sides,
and on my back,
I see the haunting
that you bring me
And the refusal,
of disappearing.
And a silent tease,
in a blackly sight
of a sudden freezing,
of a jumper's fleece.
A demon's wishes,
of remembrance
of tanned flesh,
and daily blesses,
The snake that hisses
has now became me.
 68Β° 
Kurt Philip Behm
When verses
run dry
do you hide
in despair
When the Muse
is on fire
only ashes
you’ll bear
With silence
embedded
on each
empty page
Your fear
is the foundling
that kindles
β€” the rage

(Ronald McDonald House: May, 2025)
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