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 738° 
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.
 677° 
McKenna
The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too
 511° 
Pouya
All alone
by the noon,
softly humming
an old tune.

Eyes that drift
toward the moon,
air is still,
a bit too cool.

No more tools,
just quiet bloom—
a soul unfolding
in its room.
 459° 
Dirt
Dark eyes,
Dark hair,
Lace like shadows, skin laid bare.
Pale as moonlight on the snow,
Lips that beckon, pull, then go.
Fingernails trace a burning line,
Pain and pleasure intertwine.
Your breath is thunder in my ear,
A whisper deep, too close to fear.
A glance, a sway, your wicked art,
You steal my breath, then take my heart.
So come, you devil dressed in silk,
I'll drown for one more taste of milk.
 384° 
Nick Spellman
You say my grades don’t matter.
You say, “I love you no matter what.”
Then why am I invisible?
Why do they only see the red numbers on my sheet?

You ask me, “Is everything fine?”
What do you expect me to say —
that I’m f**d up?
That I dream about leaving?
That I keep a blade in my front pocket?

You say I don’t share,
but you don’t pay attention.
I play the piano till my fingers bleed,
I scream songs that reflect me,
I even talked to you.

Maybe it’s because you liked me,
never loved me.
Maybe I’m so flawed I can’t see,
or maybe it’s both.
Maybe we’re both flawed —
we’re only human.
can you hear me?
 363° 
Rebecca
I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.
 294° 
Me and You
She arose
Out of the deepest
Muddiest water
And still feels
Connected to it
🪷
 226° 
jules
You touched me,
and I remembered how stars bleed
before they die.
 217° 
Malekai
I wish I didn't care so much about people,
I wish I wasn't so nice like I am,
I wish I didn't get hurt over things I shouldn't,
I wish I didn't have the heart I have because all it does is hurt my mind and soul,
I wish I had a heart of coal not a heart of gold.
That's the heart I wish I had sometimes
 191° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
You promised
A lifetime of poetry
Just to leave without
A single line
So I search for them in stollen verses...
 185° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Only a few
make a pact
with the wind

Only a few
know the joy
there within

Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks

Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark

Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark

Only a few
hear the music
on high

Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
 184° 
Kalliope
I'll miss the softness
While I settle back into rage
Ill return to stand-offish,
At least you're free from my cage
My mind is a prison,
Fit for no one but me,
I thought you could live in,
But here you go,
Take the key
 174° 
Nishan Niraula
She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.
 170° 
Foogle
until your today
bleeds into your yesterday
there is no spark,
there is no connection.
there stands only the dry
and the tethering affliction:
we hold onto until
the day buries the night away.
 168° 
Giovanni Pascoli
E l'acqua cade su la morta estate,
e l'acqua scroscia su le morte foglie;
e tutto è chiuso, e intorno le ventate
gettano l'acqua alle inverdite soglie;
e intorno i tuoni brontolano in aria;
se non qualcuno che rotola giù.
Apersi un poco la finestra: udii
rugliare in piena due torrenti e un fiume;
e mi parve d'udir due scoppiettìi
e di vedere un nereggiar di piume.
O rondinella spersa e solitaria,
per questo tempo come sei qui tu?
Oh! non è questo un temporale estivo
col giorno buio e con la rosea sera,
sera che par la sera dell'arrivo,
tenera e fresca come a primavera,
quando, trovati i vecchi nidi al tetto,
li salutava allegra la tribù.
Se n'è partita la tribù, da tanto!
Tanto, che forse pensano al ritorno,
tanto, che forse già provano il canto
che canteranno all'alba di quel giorno:
sognano l'alba di San Benedetto
nel lontano Baghirmi e nel Bornù.
E chiudo i vetri. Il freddo mi percuote,
l'acqua mi sferza, mi respinge il vento.
Non più gli scoppiettìi, ma le remote
voci dei fiumi, ma sgrondare io sento
sempre più l'acqua, rotolare il tuono,
il vento alzare ogni minuto più.
E fuori vedo due ombre, due voli,
due volastrucci nella sera mesta,
rimasti qui nel grigio autunno soli,
ch'aliano soli in mezzo alla tempesta:
rimasti addietro il giorno del frastuono,
delle grida d'amore e gioventù.
Son padre e madre. C'è sotto le gronde
un nido, in fila con quei nidi muti,
il lor nido che geme e che nasconde
sei rondinini non ancor pennuti.
Al primo nido già toccò sventura.
Fecero questo accanto a quel che fu.
Oh! tardi! Il nido ch'è due nidi al cuore,
ha fame in mezzo a tante cose morte;
e l'anno è morto, ed anche il giorno muore,
e il tuono muglia, e il vento urla più forte,
e l'acqua fruscia, ed è già notte oscura,
e quello ch'era non sarà mai più.
 166° 
nivek
memories made in the womb
voices, some singing,
some not so happy
others a dull thudding
all the myriad of tone
 161° 
Silas McKenney
She
She is
like a flower—
not blooming for admiration,
but blooming regardless.

Whether anyone sees her or not,
she must blossom.

Not to please others,
but to be
the most radiant version of herself.

Not an object of admiration,
but a force of beauty
and strength
for her own sake.
She is too me.
 143° 
Bernardo Cruz
I am you.

You are me.

But I don’t want to be.



Your weakness

— my weakness.

I want to be new,

but I’m not.



Because you are me.

And I am yours.



Tied by blood,

You have shaped me



Only God can help me

— break the chain



And make me

Someone free.
 136° 
ophelia
maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.
 129° 
something
I don't care what we are anymore, as long as you're something that's not my enemy.
 127° 
lizie
i made it through the day,
but not yet through the night.
 124° 
Kezexxe
Do you understand me,
When I say im tired,
Or do you think,
I just need rest?

Do you think,
Its because I haven't slept?

Do you understand me,
When I say
It takes all my strength,
To just stand up,

Or do you think,
That you dont know,
Whats going on,
In someone else's mind.

Or do you just assume,
You know,
What others feel.
 123° 
Oliver
With razor-sharp teeth, I bit,
Gnawing deep until I struck bone.
But hunger drove me past the snap—
I feasted 'til there was nothing left,
Only splinters and marrow and silence.
It wasn’t 'til then I saw the ruin—
And I wasn’t sorry I’d eaten my love.
I'm writing a vampire story and wrote this about the character. my vampires have shark like teeth instead of only two sharp fangs. they also eat human flesh and drink human blood.
 113° 
Harry Gione
The strongest relationship I've ever known
Is the one I've had with my loneliness.
love loneliness relationships heartache
 111° 
LL
you, who asked me if
I already brushed my teeth —
I said I'd prove it
when you come closer and taste
the mint from my very tongue
2025/078
 106° 
Salvatore Ala
Floating over puddles from last night’s rain,
May apples and trilliums carpet the woodlot,
Birdsong and light darting between branches,
This walk, endless as the light that follows me.
If you talk
in your dreams,
what does this
really mean???
conversations of
the unknown,
  while in your
dreams are shown,
is it someone
that you know???,
or is it a
complete stranger???,
as your mind
steady wonders, and
as your dream
steady lingers,
If you are talking, while
unconscious, while you
are steady dreaming,
just know it's
very harmless, but has
certain meanings,


B.R.
Date: 05/7/2025
uhm lwk deleted more than half my poems. i'm trying to get into a new flow gng
 88° 
lia
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
 88° 
joaquin
come
lay down with me
the sun is coming up

we’ll swallow its rays
and have sunlight flowing
from our fingertips
 87° 
Thomas W Case
Tomorrow is
nebulous at best.
A dream of one
who still sleeps.
You are alive now.
Awake in this fresh
green world.
In the planning, we
forget to live.

Ask the mice and men
how plans go.
There are traps and
trivialities that keep
you from carrying on.
Funny things happen on
the way to the bank.
My mom died while
grocery shopping.

Today, peers back at
you from the mirror.
Breath and heartbeat.
Desire and passion.
No one survives this
story.
You're the author and the
protagonist, write it
well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
Here's a link to my You Tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, available on Amazon.

I'm proud to announce the release of my newest book, Sleep Always Calls Poems due to be released later this month.
 86° 
Amanda
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
 81° 
Universe Poems
The tractor ploughed
Views in the distance
No sound
Apart from nature's surround

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
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 76° 
Jordan Ray
Would it make life easier, if I could read your mind?
Or would I fall down, beaten by the things I'd find?
Crawling memories and secrets behind wooden doors.
Locked away for good reasons, I'm sure.
I don't want to read your mind. Just talk to me.
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