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 1133° 
Dom
If the night fell—

And the darkness tried to consume me
Would you halt this eclipse within me?
When we meet—
In the heart of the fissure
We ignite upon each other
We bleed like molten coal, an ember
We dance in an orange glow, forever
Inextinguishable, indiscriminate,
We reach for the starlight,
Chasing diamonds and the ether
Feed me oxygen as we grow brighter
I’ll be your anchor as the logs char and stumble.
Infinitely, we burn like our sun
And I’ll love you until time ceases its endless breath.
Love is a burning fire, and an endless, inextinguishable flame. We should all chase ours.
 1073° 
somedumbbitch
I gasp, for breath...fading away, below you
helpless, beneath the deluge, of you.
Heat rises, and steams, a rosy flush,
into pale, cold cheeks...
as you waterfall above me,
and I turn my face up to you, in gratitude.

I am a dry...arid flower...
dominate me, with your downpour.
Keep me moaning, in little, breathless gasps...
drunk, on your deluge,
lusting, for the gentle, seething weight,
of your measured, eager touch...
so thirsty, for your rain,
as you slick parted lips, in waves.

Slowly...almost painfully
I ache, and writhe
as you pour over me,
and I gulp, hard,
against your hot embrace.

Mmmmm...lover...caress my bare skin
stream, relentlessly
across the peaks, and valleys
of my dripping, naked body.

I'm so wet, beneath you.
Every dance of droplets,
across these spreading hips,
and long, feminine legs...
every prolonged, whispering touch...
every sweet, steaming kiss,
steals my breath away,
and leaves me shuddering,
quivering,
groaning, helplessly,
beneath the lick of your warmth
across these rounded, fleshy cheeks.

I die, a little more, each time
you wash over me,
As I drink you in
...unashamed of the little pool,
you've got forming beneath my bare feet,
and tightly curled toes.

I'm...drenched,
tingling, from my head,
to my toes...
soaked, but satisfied,
beneath the incredible force, of you.

...I just can't get enough, of you.
Ode, to my showerhead 🚿❤️ #prorevenge
 892° 
Agnes de Lods
In your eyes, I see my own.
I waited so long
for your presence to become real.

In that crucial moment,
I felt something
changing my awareness,
and the soundless vessels were filled
with joyful abundance—
colored by
pain and sadness
that time goes so fast
in underrated moments.

Materializing all these silent dreams,
this one little girl who is growing,
watching me with defenseless trust
like nobody has before.
Gestures, smiles, brief anger, and talks—
I gather them in endless memory.

Sweet Melody, my Purpose
from the first breath,
you chose me,
and I felt beautifully complete.

I know that a real journey
begins through terra incognita
Every day is surprisingly different.
I accept with relief my passing.
I see your blooming wisdom
in thinking smiles, and authentic recognition.

My Daughter, I want to give  
as much love and acceptance as you need.
Taking your hand and letting you go
when you’re ready
to walk into life on your own—
watching the indigo sky.
Breathing freely, without anxiety.
After each fall, another resurrection comes.

I am here, I hope to stay a long while
to finally return to my last home,
without fear, with some tears.
Please, keep embracing this existence
with good and lost people around.
Be sure that I will smile
in your still-beating heart
giving you warmth.
.
 570° 
badwords
I read
what you wrote.
It is beautiful,
and not mine.

I have laid those bones to rest—
not in spite,
but in mercy.

Your voice is strong.
Let it carry you forward.
I won’t follow.
But I will listen
from far away,
in peace.
 476° 
Nolan Bucsis
No one writes me love poems.
Cause there's nothing much to love.
Nothing really here.
Nothing really of note.
 464° 
Kalliope
It's not loss of money,
not the fear of it not working out,
It's not the lack of time,
never enough to keep it all in line,
It's the day they wake up
realizing I'm no longer fun

She used to smile, and laugh so free,
She used to be silly, humorous as can be
She was adventurous and curious and kind,

She is a woman I miss all the time.
Somewhere between 19 and 23
She lost her way,
Her replacements just aren't quite the same
 279° 
Nat Lipstadt
When I enter,
the black holes of myself,
they are located,
transcribed upon the
blackboards of our
unified bodies,
the magnification of energy
transversed,
principles demonstrated
by the unconcluding
conclusion of the expansion of
creation,
the rebirthing of one universe
never ending

When I enter a woman,
the discovery sought,
the definitional needed,
the proofs equational,
the factors constant,
not the variable
truths,
the demonstrations positive,
the constants of the universe,
combinational, all within,
a single point glistening

to gentle comfort this
knowledge of my wasting,
the foresight of my limitations
from the day of birth
my matter,
matters,
my energy
neither destroyed or created,
illimitable,
my decline inevitable

and yet

cannot alter my atomic structure.
my future guaranteed,
my inner light,
traveling so fast,

it has yet

to arrive

When I enter a woman,
the laws of physics
become special theories
of relativity,
we are motion in time,
force and energy
nucleotides rawest refined,
elemental and particle nuclear,
packets of light
exclaimed

When I enter a woman,
organic, chemistry,
interdisciplinary
my body and its life force
shaped as
electric current transceivers
crossing galaxies,
there can be no deceivers,
there but and only
the birthing of heat,
a byproduct of
interjection, conjunction

she is my proof
long after the
log normal of my nerves,
now parceled to the
invisible of an oscillating
log natural,
fertilizes the sea grasses
that so intoxicate,
flying, carried,
by the invisiblity of the winds,
all-where I have chosen
as my shifting shape,
when this container
leaks and crack'd,
rentery orbit,
the nearest garbage strewn
construction-dead
lot

When I enter a woman,
physics far beyond
the commonplace,
physical transition
to knowledge
of life ever after

death and fear are
time sensitized
passing notions,
crushed by the
consolation of physics,
the eternality
of a time
once begun,
cannot end,
and therefore
this,
my one theory of everything,
is the God
I worship
The phrase "the consolation of physics" was taken from a novel,
City of Thieves by David Benioff. The other nonsense is all my fault.
11/23/14 8:30am

for my blonde Big Bang theorist
 216° 
Jeremy Betts
Whatever will be, will be
I guess that's what they call certainty
A vague destiny
But where does that leave you and me?
A collective we
We'll have to wait and see
Due too love messing with thé
Predetermined story

©2025
 202° 
JA Perkins
I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
melt into every embrace..

I loved you long
before I knew you

And now..
all the more.
New and shiny
very tiny though
I'm sure they used to be bigger
in fact
everything used to be bigger
and even through
years of rampant inflation
things are definitely smaller.
 174° 
Anónimo
Pensativo estaba el Cid   viéndose de pocos años
para vengar a su padre   matando al conde Lozano;
miraba el bando temido   del poderoso contrario
que tenía en las montañas   mil amigos asturianos;
miraba cómo en la corte   de ese buen rey Don Fernando
era su voto el primero,   y en guerra el mejor su brazo;
todo le parece poco   para vengar este agravio,
el primero que se ha hecho   a la sangre de Lain Calvo;
no cura de su niñez,   que en el alma del hidalgo
el valor para crecer   no tiene cuenta a los años.
Descolgó una espada vieja   de Mudarra el castellano,
que estaba toda mohosa,   por la muerte de su amo.
«Haz cuenta, valiente espada,   que es de Mudarra mi brazo
y que con su brazo riñes   porque suyo es el agravio.
Bien puede ser que te corras   de verte así en la mi mano,
mas no te podrás correr   de volver atrás un paso.
Tan fuerte como tu acero   me verás en campo armado;
tan bueno como el primero,   segundo dueño has cobrado;
y cuando alguno te venza,   del torpe hecho enojado,
hasta la cruz en mi pecho   te esconderé muy airado.
Vamos al campo, que es hora   de dar al conde Lozano
el castigo que merece   tan infame lengua y mano».
Determinado va el Cid,   y va tan determinado,
que en espacio de una hora   mató al conde y fue vengado.
 158° 
Zara rain
You were not made to be only a lighthouse.
You are the ocean itself.
If you as me have felt hopelessness regarding your existence. Unable to unleash the universe of yourself? Desperately fighting the currents of your situation - arguing in monologues about why you exist - purpose - reason - who ****** decided the way life turn out.... To be, is no excuse. How to be is a different matter
 153° 
unnamed
writing is needed
as an outlet and release
when sadness builds up
 145° 
Agnes de Lods
Carrying my truth.
I stand by my views,
watching through
my weakening gaze.

After a raging storm,
making peace with myself,
I vanish into the air,
my convictions fold with me.

Without simple answers,
wearing the new lens,
I see another world:
not clearer,
not wiser,
not safer,

just slightly shifted.
 141° 
vienna bombardieri
Come to me like a wild horse unbridled longing for the river
like a morning prayer on the heart wanting nothing more
Come to me with pining like a widow waiting for her love
like a soldier in the trenches, begging for cease fire ...

Come to me like a dove gliding over peaceful waters
like the otter and the kelp in a symbiotic drift
Come to me like stars of night shining with accord
like the morning sun at dawn, rising still on you

Come to me like a morning cup of coffee freshly brewed
like a sleeping soul awakened by dreams of yesterday
Come to me like the diner bell exhaling all your waits
like a soft caress on the skin filled with enchanting sin  

                            come to me lover with your loving touch,
                             for I love you, so much !
 123° 
Charles
I gave too much and now you're gone
slowly and slowly I'm more withdrawn
trying to pickup what was once me
love you still you tore me to pieces
but I am trapped and I have no choice
in a crowd of people the noise is silent
you're a tyrant when I'm not around
telling your friends that I'm a clown
you torn down my confidence, my self-esteem
and yet when I sleep I still see you in my dreams
 121° 
Sunamin Tamang
I was young & free
when the clouds were young
as well
but I aged sooner.
They still float
while I fall
thruu time
Women,
Family,
Bills,
&
Lastly
Jobs?
(Maybe tomorrow…)

Day
by
day…

I barely remember
what it felt like
to fly.

Oh clouds & I
 118° 
Dom
If I may,

I want to be buried like heated nickel,
Deep into your cooling waters,
My shredded skin revealed my vibrant and scarred colors,
Where my cracks were filled with gold,
I yearn to know what it’s like to be exposed,
Naked beyond naked, where my soul feels a solemn breeze,
Where my lungs dare to breathe.

I want to know if you like ink knows paper,
Transformative in alchemy,
We can combine and dilute the solvent of our mixture,
Concentrated star dust irradiated by lost love,
If only I can bathe in you.
love is alchemy
 109° 
AM
If you saw me

unvarnished,

unscripted
would you stay?

You'd know the cost
of loving someone
who's learned to disappear
before she's left.

You might step back.

or worse,

what if you stay?

and see me crumble

in your kindness

I don't know
if I could survive

being loved like that.
I lingered longer than I had intended
Observing the painting, mesmerised
Trying to understand, what the artist intended to convey in colours abstract
Each a piece, a part of the artist’s heart
Not that I understood, but it was touching, I tried to grasp
The colours blended, swirled
The brushstrokes big and short
Each told a story, apart
A whirlpool in my eyes swelled
I lingered, longer than I had intended, lost
 88° 
Zahra Ali
We can't know the sea's
depth without the swim,
Nor gauge tomorrow's
progress until it's lived.

Everything reveals
itself—in motion.
 85° 
Kara Palais
Your tears, they fall like crystal rain
Each one a song of sweet despair
I trace the edges of your pain
And lose myself in shadows there

My baby, you're a dream undone
A broken hymn, a bleeding star
Still shining when the night is gone
Still beautiful, just as you are

Your scent, it haunts my every sigh
A ghost that clings to skin and bone
Your lips once red now whisper why
And leave me feeling more alone

I love the way you fade away
Like smoke that slips through grasping hands
A rose that wilts but dares to stay
Still blooming in the shifting lands

You're lost to time
But in my mind you linger, true
A tragic song, a dying rhyme
My darling, I'm here and still I worship you
 79° 
BreadyWheat
My yeti is eating spaghetti
Does he like the noodles
Does he like the sauce
If not,
I'll show him who's boss
 74° 
MetaVerse
Aliens loom
In the skies overhead.
They might be the doom
That makes us all dead.

Or maybe AI
Will do us all in,
And all men will die
By cyborgs with "skin".

But, likelier, Man
Will be his own end
Before he began
To be his own friend.
 74° 
lizie
i told them i was tired.
they said “get some sleep.”
but i didn’t mean
tired like that.
i meant tired
like i don’t want to be alive.
but no one
heard me.
 73° 
Kaiden
A minute, a day
Takes another life away.
Showing the truth
Through obvious lies,
A poem is written,
The writer dies.
Im the writer btw

(another draft, this time from december)
 73° 
Akriti
Time is running out,
the heart is giving up.
What was once loved
will be left behind -
a new journey is about to begin
into the unknown.
 69° 
Sandy
When nothing seems right
Your self esteem is low
And you no longer appear in your eyes as bright
That is the moment which makes you grow

When the bad times are here and taking your test
And you have no time to rest
That is the moment ,where you find your version
which is best.
 68° 
Dom
Every wail of wind
Is a mournful dirge
Carrying off through the distance
Where tenebrous finger like branches sway,
And the moist air feels like a tearful eye.

The pale light won’t shine,
She hides her face in a cacophony of smoke and mirrors,
A majesty so shy she turns her back
As the wolves cry for her in loving sonnets.

Deeper is the black that darks the skies,
As veins of electric light quickly strobe the clouds,
There’s a crack of a cackling giant,
And the tears fall from angels,
As a strident breeze breathes across the landscape
As the trees mosh in syncopated patterns—
I calmly wait in the midst of storms.
Who doesn’t love a thunderstorm, even if it’s internally?
 67° 
Malcolm
Golden thread pulls tight,
soft whisper dressed in longing
the soul forgets home.
Flame that feeds itself,
burning joy into sorrow
let it die to live.
Cravings rise like mist,
vanishing with morning light
truth waits in the still.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
May 2025
 53° 
Aditya Roy
It is a part of you
That was left collecting dust
On the shelves of time
 51° 
LL
I smile just enough
and I talk just enough to
keep the questions out
2025/090
 51° 
Akaugust
Barricaded my heart, the person's unknown.
All I know is that I'm left crying alone.
A heart that used to sing a  tiny little melody,
now  is stuck in tranquility.
All of us have met our fate,
only I have met it late.
Stuck in the shadowed beams of light,
kind heart cannot comply.
Waiting to be led away from fright,
for all I know I've got a lover's plight.
 50° 
Lance Remir
If I am not rage, then what am I?

I tried love, trust, patience, empathy

They were accepted out of courtesy

But discarded like an inconvenience

If I am not anger, then what am I?

I tried so very hard, so much time

Just to receive little effort and no time

Just to be abandoned and misled

If I am not anger, nor am I rage itself

Then I am the pain you gave to me
 50° 
Paul Verlaine
Je ne t'aime pas en toilette

Et je déteste la voilette

Qui t'obscurcit tes yeux, mes cieux,

Et j'abomine la « tournure »

Parodie et caricature,

De tels tiens appas somptueux.


Je suis hostile à toute robe

Qui plus ou moins cache et dérobe

Ces charmes, au fond les meilleurs :

Ta gorge, mon plus cher délice,

Tes épaules et la malice

De tes mollets ensorceleurs.


Fi d'une femme trop bien mise !

Je te veux, ma belle, en chemise,

- Voile aimable, obstacle badin,

Nappe d'autel pour l'alme messe.

Drapeau mignard vaincu sans cesse

Matin et soir, soir et matin.
 48° 
alison
Sometimes the perfect person takes the longest journal to get to.
 48° 
David P Carroll
You are the most beautiful flower
In the garden of my heart and
I can't stop looking at you and
I am forever drawn to your
Beauty like a bee to nectar
I love you.
My Heart ❤️ 💙
 44° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Bye
Is abrupt,
FI AMANILLAH is beautiful,
It means I leave you in the care of Allah,
Who never abandons you.
28/5/2025
You did not defend me.
What happened in that moment
Was a test of character
And if this was a book
You wouldn’t even be
a supporting character
Not a sidekick.
Not a subplot.
Not even mentioned in the acknowledgements.
You are a footnote
In a chapter I’ve already turned.
 44° 
matt r
rollback into the dim redness
that (you've been here
                                     before)
is breaking over blackness
            ,      your outcrop spine
realises      splitting starriness;
it is andromeda.            
           She is the most painful
constellation,a cluster hot
                     of nerve endings
into dizzy   relativity,relapse
that (you are yet to
                                    become)
   We are all so still.
                        i am all but still,

everything is spinning
                               so perfectly
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