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 718° 
Dom
The cool air of a spring breeze
Kisses the verdant canopies
And fireflies pop neon light
Upon the sylvan halls,
Daring to catch magic by early twilight.

Chasing majesty watching for the fae
As shooting stars sparkle like fairy dust
And the moon’s dim light shines upon a fawn,
There is a calming silence
In a zephyr wisp along the whispering woods,
There is violence in the way leaves dance
Just before an early morning rain
As night is choked back by the coming dawn.

I’ll take umbrage here,
Under the lively oak—
In this forest villa where
Arboreal ancients,
Spirit me with hope.
Always feel most at home in the forest
 546° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 445° 
Breann
Today the weather mirrored me—
gray thoughts hung low, heavy and wide.
I lay in bed, heard leaves brush secrets,
heard the wind howl what I hide.

I peeked through blinds, saw flooded walks,
rain pouring like it never ends.
A world soaked through in quiet grief,
no rush to break, no need to mend.

I stepped outside—my shoes went dark,
each step a soft and sinking sigh.
My hair, once dried from morning’s rinse,
now clung like truths I brushed aside.

Cold traced fingers down my neck,
the air was sharp, the silence loud.
But somehow, soaked and shivering,
it felt like standing in a crowd.

It hasn’t rained in far too long—
just like I haven’t cried for days.
But now the sky and I agree:
we flood in our own sacred ways.
 350° 
Ayisha R
There’s a fine line
between wanting
and needing.

I don’t need you.

I just want you.

Could that be even worse?

✖️
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
 275° 
The Invisible Poet
my sadness is evanescent
soon I will forget how it made me feel
I used to feel empty everyday
not I feel joy and contentment
my sadness is evanescent
drifting away
out of my memory
the feeling of sadness
will be a foreign emotion
evanescent: soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence, quickly fading or disappearing
 263° 
Zahra Ali
Sometimes, it feels like
words have become
extinct dinosaurs,
Like the earth has
already sunk them
deep.
fossils♡
 263° 
Malekai
Life must be a joke,
Feelings must be a joke,
Having a good heart must be a joke,
My life must be a joke because everyone one just laughs, stairs, and judges me.

I guess my laugh must be a great Joke.
 242° 
Rebecca
And words
are like birds
that keep flying in my thoughts
and far away.
 236° 
Todd Sommerville
She does this thing
a subtle imperfection.

She puts her hair up,
and lets it spill out
along the edges.

Framing her face in sunlight,
diffused just right,
through locks of gold.

Her eyes smile in unison
with the curve of her lips.

Her blue eyes pierce my soul.

And then she laughs,
the sweetest little laugh.

And my heart is no longer my own.
It's her subtle imperfections that make her perfect to me.
 234° 
Chandy
Awake and dreaming
Dreaming while awake
Awake while dreaming
But reality keeps me dreaming
Of a better place where we have meaning
Now all that remains are illusions
Justifying ourselves
By removing feeling
While the successful look down
To feel something
So cruel and smug
To fill years of disharmony
 198° 
Pouya
There's a firework inside my head
Pulling me away from tasks
Begging me to rest
Slamming the doors to others

Maybe it's "me time" once again
Just me, and the quiet of being alone
 179° 
Shattered
Hearts like mine,
With unspoken words,
Unknown pain,
Unseen tears,
Unheard pleas,
Just dont sit well,
With hearts like yours.
 170° 
A Vryghter
“When I die,
return me to nature.
I don’t want to be in a wooden hug,
that’s as dead as I’ll be.
I want my hands gripping grass,
and my lungs filling with dirt.

Don’t give me flowers,
if they’re not planted
on my last blanket.

One day I’ll die,
until then, I’ll enjoy
every second of being.”

A.V.
When I’m wrapped in vines, my death will come.
 164° 
Jimmy silker
Everyone stinks of something
But not all can smell it
Dependant on your olfactory frequency
Is what gives the odour credit


Pitched above or below them
And they inhale in ignorance
But tuned
Right on the money
And they will look at you
Askance.
 157° 
Srishti
ASK
Ask a hungry man what is food.
Ask a poor what is money.
Ask a jobless what is job.
Ask an orphan what is family.
all their answer will be "LIFE".
all of must thank to god for whatever we got and what we will get.
 145° 
Me and You
As I realize
The moon's not up yet
But takes its time wandering
I, too
Feel calmer

🌖
 121° 
Carlo C Gomez
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
 121° 
Mel Little
You don’t know

That I trace

Three words

On your back

In every language that I know

So that it sinks into your skin,

So that your soul knows before your ears ever do
 102° 
Wouter Van Severen
Re-ember.

I remembered,

Warmth, light

In and outside.

Smaller yet bigger

Me

I remembered,

The joy, delight

Looking,

Upside down

Lefter then right

I remembered,

A place so big

With people inside

Caring

for a little sprite.

I remembered

Long ago

Wisdom

Play

It re-embered

The will to go,

And stay.
 96° 
Gabbro
You and nature get along well,
Blue skies, brown eyes, green thumb.
Have you seen the spirits lately,
Does the river ever ask about me?

Look outside this spring,
See sunlight shine away the winter,
After endless rain,
Dark soil calling new growth.

And if it feels like nature to you as well, lets
Reduce our distance, plant roots again,
Reuse our same old jokes, repeat our favorite dates,
Recycle all this love we have, it can be new and feel the same.
For T
 88° 
Germain Nouveau
Fou
Que je sois un fou, qu'on le dise,
Je trouve ça tout naturel,
Ayant eu ma part de bêtise
Et commis plus d'une sottise,
Depuis que je suis... temporel.

Je suis un fou, quel avantage,
Madame ! un fou, songez-y bien,
Peut crier... se tromper d'étage,
Vous proposer... le mariage,
On ne lui dira jamais rien,

C'est un fou ; mais lui peut tout dire,
Lâcher parfois un terme vil,
Dans ce cas le mieux c'est d'en rire,
Se fâcher serait du délire,
À quoi cela servirait-il ?

C'est un fou. Si c'est un bonhomme
Laissant les gens à leurs métiers,
Peu contrariant, calme... en somme,
Distinguant un nez d'une pomme,
On lui pardonne volontiers.

Donc, je suis fou, je le révèle.
Nous l'avons, Madame, en dormant,
Comme dit l'autre, échappé belle ;
J'aime mieux être un sans cervelle
Que d'être un sage, assurément.

Songez donc ! si j'étais un sage,
Je fuirais les joyeux dîners ;
Je n'oserais voir ton corsage ;
J'aurais un triste et long visage
Et des lunettes sur le nez ;

Mais, je ne suis qu'un fou, je danse,
Je tambourine avec mes doigts
Sur la vitre de l'existence.
Qu'on excuse mon insistance,
C'est un fou qu'il faut que je sois !

C'est trop fort, me dit tout le monde,
Qu'est-ce que vous nous chantez là ?
Pourquoi donc, partout à la ronde,
À la brune comme à la blonde,
Parler de la sorte ? - Ah ! voilà !

Je vais même plus ****, personne
Ne pourra jamais me guérir,
Ni la sagesse qui sermonne,
Ni le bon Dieu, ni la Sorbonne,
Et c'est fou que je veux mourir.

C'est fou que je mourrai du reste,
Mais oui, Madame, j'en suis sûr,
Et d'abord... de ton moindre geste,
Fou... de ton passage céleste
Qui laisse un parfum de fruit mûr,

De ton allure alerte et franche,
Oui, fou d'amour, oui, fou d'amour,
Fou de ton sacré... coup de hanche,
Qui vous fiche au cœur la peur... blanche,
Mieux... qu'un roulement de tambour ;

Fou de ton petit pied qui vole
Et que je suivrais n'importe où,
Je veux dire... au Ciel ;... ma parole !
J'admire qu'on ne soit pas folle,
Je plains celui qui n'est pas fou.
 87° 
McKenna
It’s getting loud—
Can barely hear
I’ve been drowning
In all my tears
Words convincing
They cut like a knife
I’m barely wincing
Another: girl vs. life
It’s my head that’s the problem
It knows what it’s done
I’ve hit rock bottom
And it’s no longer fun
I tried to drown it out
But it’s tattooed in my brain
And it’s making me doubt
And now I’m in pain—
It’s getting loud in here
And I want it to stop
 81° 
Eve
if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

i’d tell you a tale
of all of my life’s history
but it would all be derailed and all sound pale
in the words of my mouths contradictory
so i’ll leave you with my frail words for the cemetery;

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

when i’ll die, i’ll die artistically
candle lights, speaking words lyrically
and if youll ask me if i could go back and do it all again, if i’d make a change,
i’d say in a heartbeat
and if i did, i wouldn’t have to repeat

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

for i didn’t do it my way,
i did it life’s way
if a decision could have swayed
me in another direction,
i would be happier, in the life of my correction,
that got lost and died with life
while i waited to come back to mine

so if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

and to my life, i miss you
and to my cat-child, i miss you
and to my moms eyes, i miss you
and to my sister-child, i miss you
and to what was once mine, i miss you
getting some things off my chest
 78° 
lizie
i feel sick to my stomach
reading words you once wrote
that once belonged to me
my heart is throbbing
 69° 
Sunny
Think about your future, she said
I'm seventeen right now
In five years I'll be twenty-two
My life in five years
Imagine your life in five years
If you continue down this route
She told me it's not a matter of 'if'
It's a matter of 'when'
When it catches up to me
But it won't catch up
I'm seventeen right now
Living my life as I want it to be
 68° 
Dylan A
when we taxonomically



think about the world





we become blind







to our humanity
 67° 
BTW
Sometimes
10 May 20#*


Sometimes your ache for freedom ,
Takes mine.

Sometimes 2 nickels,
Make a dime
,
Sometimes ,nothing makes any  sense.  
I'm sitting on the fence,

Sometimes.......

Sometimes.
 67° 
Kalliope
2v8
You and your romantic ways, your countless list of reasons, your lovely lilac haze
Shadowed only by your fears there's not a universe where I stay.

Battled me.

And all my disarray
The timing and the distance, my thoughts that force resistance.
My lack of patience sure put up a fight, and mix her with my temper and we'll be here all night.
My fear, always ready to run, pulling me back behind the wall I built, away from the warmth of your sun.
If we matched our armor, and coordinated our attack
Perhaps we could've been on the same side, instead of bleeding back to back


I know you hate that game mode
But I thought the chances were better
 62° 
Nolan Bucsis
I can't find anything
Meaningful to say
To you
my former self.

And, if life is living the same story
Over and over.
I'd like this one
To end.

I've memorized the script.
The plot is atrocious
And I'm long past dead.

At the curtain call.
 60° 
Shaun Yee
Life is full of empty words
You meet them everyday
Real sentiments are often missing
Despite what their owners say;

Condolences and compliments
Are often voiced with falseness
Just made to follow the norm
Of courtesy and correctness;

Better to prefer the silence
Of genuine heart-felt feelings
Than empty words of shallowness
Forgotten after a few meetings
 60° 
Sasha
Lying? Crying? Overall inquiring?
I liked myself but I loved you!
Now every breath gets questioned, perception?

Am I seeing the truth?
The heartache, anger!
You were my anchor, keeping me down on this earth.

But now my learning equals self preserving.
By questioning my own self worth.
But one thing to remember,
Even after our adventure.

It's my fault that I ever loved you.
 56° 
Amulya Sharma
His nerves in eyes are constricted making them the red sea, eyeing everything that is happening to her. Not much liked to invovled in the situations, as well not much liked to isolate her with the heart wreaking moments, both reluctant to stay and reluctant to leave.
Still he cares about her but trying to make an artificial "don't bother" program work.
 55° 
Mario Benedetti
Y está tu corazón
próximo prójimo
hermano a borbotones
ensimismado dócil triste exangüe
con terribles secretos en tu fondo
con tu ebria soledad acompañada

próximo
algunas veces lejanísimo prójimo
cuantos rostros me diste
me estás dando
sobreviviente atroz sobreviviente
de esta herida sin labios
de esta hiedra sin muro

qué maga
qué sin trenzas viniste
ah prójimo-muchacha la primera
a instalarte delante de mis ojos de niño
que no sabía nada
que no sabía nada
mi dialecto era verte y anunciar para siempre
entre diez compañías de soldados de plomo
mi gran amor deslumbre
mi pobre amor a cuerda

vino el amigo absorto
sin percances
y no se habló de muertes
en su cercado limbo
tan sólo se jugaba
al más allá
y el sábado
era una bruma pero sin reloj
sin llave urgente ni contradicciones
amigo nada más
amigo muerto

los padres
claro
como un gran suburbio
amor congénito en mansa barbarie
subordinado e invasor
amor ciego o miope o astigmático
aún puedo abrigarme en sus imágenes
están aquí al alcance
viejo
vieja
un poco sordos para su propia incógnita
pero siempre pendientes
de mi nueva llegada

venga maestro
no lo olvido
usted me abrió los cielos
colonizó mi alma
con el meñique se alisó la barba
y miró el mundo
(yo estaba en el mundo)
con un desprecio cruel
no le perdono
SU vocación de estafa
ni aun ahora
que está bien muertecito
dios mediante

prójimo
hermano literal
quién sabe
dónde quedó el momento en que jugamos
lanzando al aire nuestros ocho años
de diferencia o de encadenamiento
duermes y duermo
el sueño y el espanto
viajan de tu fatiga a mi fatiga
y viceversa vuelven a viajar
hasta que al fin también
ellos se duermen

prójimo mí enemigo
que me conoce y finge no saberme
y en su tedio descubre
ese rencor enorme y tan minúsculo
por cierto no lo envidio
cuando pronuncia vida y piensa muerte
cuando repite cristo y piensa judas
a esta altura tal vez ya esté oxidado
su resentido embuste didascálico
quizá contemporice y diga ciencia
por no decir conciencia

estás en el pupitre
como yo desterrado
en tanto que en el patio
llueve diagonalmente
el alemán rechina y tú divagas
hasta que la trompada
ese viejo argumento
cae sobre tu oreja que es la mía
y tu alarído estalla para siempre
y ahora la lluvia es sólo vertical

mi mujer está aquí
pero antes mucho antes
se acercó por un patio
de baldosas en rombos
y allí empecé a tomar tremendas decisiones
entonces fui a mirarla desde buenos aires
yo era su prójimo sin lugar a dudas
volví y le dije
piénsalo
pero ella dijo
no necesito pensarlo

prójimo el admirable
el cándido
el impuro
te vi una vez pero nunca me viste
no capitularé ni capitularemos
tan importante como julio verne
vas tripulando una nave una isla
un cuerpo extraño inverosímil nuevo
pero en un lustro apenas
será el cuerpo de todos
ojalá y cotidiano

prójimo en que me amparo
tu compacta amistad
tu vida un tanto mustia
tu faro de confianzas
tus vísperas de solo
son para mí el contorno imprescindible
prójimo-muro gris acribillado
prójimo-pasamano en que me apoyo
cuando desciendo la escalera y temo
que algún peldaño pueda estar podrido

rostro herido heridor
ojos que lo supieron
aduana de la dulce simetría
olvidada presencia inolvidable
estás en algún sitio
en algún tríptico de resignaciones
yo pienso en ti cuando la noche clava
para siempre qué suerte para siempre
otra lanza-nostalgia
en mi costado
y está curazón
próximo prójimo
no te avergüences de su llanto.

la cabeza hace trizas el pasado
fríamente coloca sus razones invictas
divide en lotes la melancolía
negocia cautamente tus acciones en alza
desorganiza para siempre tu magia
te despoja del cándido futuro
amuebla los infiernos que te esperan
después del provisorio desamparo
te hace lúcido y hueco
cruel y lúcido
voraz y pobre lúcido

pero también
por suerte
está tu corazón

ese embustero
ese piadoso
ese mesías.
 54° 
Ryan O'Leary
Can you imagine being
diag’nosed as a baby
     of a porky allergy
      and something
       would happen
          if you made
           up stories
 53° 
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                  Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit

My little dog has gotten into the habit
Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit

Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door
And left me a gift on the bedroom floor

I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed
With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head

Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee
As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?”

I reminded her gently (no need to fume)
That we take our meals the dining room
 50° 
Ashi Jain
What a Lovely face,
lovely eyes,
lovely hair,
and an even lovelier smile

Your beauty astounds me
your kindness so vast,
your memories surround me
I am falling steady and fast

I would be lying if I say
You don't give me butterflies
that I light up when I'm you every day
Light up so bright like fireflies

What a lovely face,
lovely eyes,
lovely hair,
and an even lovelier smile
 50° 
Jace Albine
Make it forever

And it will make you

Right back
 49° 
Viktoriia
when you make another one
don't forget to recycle what's left of me,
don't forget to pay the copyright fee
just in case i rise from the grave
to reclaim what's mine.

when you look in her eyes,
does the lack of knowledge excite you more
than all of my suffering could before?
does she still respond to my name
or do you get to pick a new one?

she's not me, but i wish she was.
see, it really was you and me both
tired of the lack of variables,
but it felt like we were getting close.
now it's your turn to figure it out.
and if worst comes to worst,
do remember,
you can always make another one.
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