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 7557° 
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.
 1046° 
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.
 835° 
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..)

🖕
 545° 
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.
 535° 
Pax
I don't know what to call You.
"Father," which should denote familiarity,
seems a foreign word to me.
May 6, 2025
 420° 
Abbott J Hardison
1+1+1
3
3-2
1+(1+1)
1+1(2)
2(2)
2x2
4
4/2
2+1+1
2+1
2
 280° 
November Sky
You kept me
together
with gauze—
pressed into wounds
that you never meant to heal.

Each breath
a slow infection—
a fever you wore
just to sweat it out—
cut another slice
of time.

I stayed—
stitched beneath your silence
warming the decay—
not knowing
I was the wound
all along.
 233° 
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.
 188° 
Joss Lennox
Grounded on the rocks--
Growing through the pavement,
Seeds begin to sprout.
musings in haiku form about resilience and hope while pursuing your goals and pushing through obstacles in life.
 181° 
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.
 170° 
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.
 155° 
NostalgicFeeling
Lips together, pressed,
as if you were the one dead,
"Wake up"-your only prayer,
but death doesn't care.
Now you can only choke,
on words you never spoke.
28/4/25
 132° 
B C Stan
a cat, they say
both dead and alive, in a sway
trapped in the box
become a metaphysical paradox

a flask of death, a trigger tick
a game of chance, so cold, so sick
they call me life, they call me death
but no one asks to hear my breath

a man, I say
become the halfway
let his atoms hum and twitch
become the theorist’s broken glitch

see how you like the in-between
will you then be so keen
maybe then you’ll see the cost,
see the life lost

seal the box, install the locks
put a man in that box
 95° 
Talon Robinson
Why cant I stop?
I fear
to have you
in my head.
I don't want you to leave,
Please dont go!
No worries, because
You wont,
No, on purpose mind you...
Just things remind me
of you.
And then you are stuck...
But no I shouldnt
no I really cant!
I need to get over you but,
I fear you,
flying too far away
I couldn't get myself to write with more detail hopefully there will be a follow-up :)
 82° 
Heixz
I'm sorry but I'm officially quiting poetry I ended things with the girl that I love the most and at that moment not only I lost my muse but I also lost my reasons for writing poetry.
 79° 
DarkOne
Everlasting light,
Shining on the green Titans
As their browns falls to earth.
In a garden right now, and this came to me
 78° 
Hemendra
As time slipped,
my will unraveled.
Fingers failed—
nothing left
but a core,
flickering, baffled.

The void bowed,
whispered:
"Welcome to the fore."
"Sire," it hissed,
coiled like promise.
Its eyes found mine—
a hush,
a sacred war.

I woke sweating ash,
no blade to lift,
no beast to bleed,
no venom left—
just infinity
crawling where I breathe.
This evocative free verse poem delves into a profound experience of inner struggle and transformation, where a sense of dwindling personal power gives way to an encounter with an overwhelming, perhaps cosmic, force. The speaker journeys from a state of depleted will to a confrontation with the "void," leaving them in a newly awakened state.
 78° 
Julie Grenness
Sinners we're all afire,
Immersed in our desire,
Naught can impact flame,
No one really to blame,
Earthy, human embers,
Revival, age remembers,
Sensual, our Decembers!
Feedback welcome.
 73° 
Susan Elise Wing
Ursula crafted a boat today
made of styrofoam,
white as sea foam.

Ursula sailed her craft today,
over the bay and
into my eyes.

Shaped like her - with waved bow.
Long and smooth like a
handmade arrow.

Bon voyage!
You are off!
God bless your journey.
 72° 
Jimmy silker
When the wind gets all Omen like
When Gregory Peck
Takes Lee  Remick
For his wife
Then the jackels
Offer an way out
David Warner
Takes the lead
Until
He gets his head cut off
And the press proclaim that
That was
The video nasty
Funny
Till we
Go all normioplasty.
 64° 
Ian
when sky dons
her sloe-sable sheath,
and gone ‘s
the luciferian vestige,

and hour
bids the tired
sleep,
and comes
forth
the gentle
breeze,

then come to me
my pallid queen,
come be with me
luna’s realm ‘neath
 60° 
Akriti
Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."
 60° 
Yonah Jeong
It's a rainy day
the spring rain is pouring down
like a torrential downpour

and I'm driving

Drops of water
thick raindrops
tap on the front windshield

Wipers are working automatically
bouncing off grain size drops
left and right

I feel
crouch and wipe
unfallen drops on my face and arms.
 60° 
Hemendra
They tried to name me—
as a king—
but I was long unmasked.

They raised their hands
to shape my crown,
but I had slipped the cast.

They sought to summon—
call me god—
but I had walked that path.

Their prayers fell through
a hollow sky,
too wide for awe to last
.
This poem explores the theme of transcendence beyond mortal titles and worship. The speaker, once revered as king or god, has moved past earthly recognition and divine roles. Attempts to crown or invoke them are futile, as they no longer belong to the world of form, faith, or identity. It’s a meditation on detachment, the impermanence of power, and the silence that follows forgotten awe.
 59° 
Dr Peter Lim
Please do, please judge me
I've never claimed infallibility
Eh bien ! que fais-tu donc, ô Mémoire infidèle ?
Tu ne sais plus ces vers, poésie immortelle,
Consacrés par la gloire et redits en tous lieux !
Ces sublimes accents au rythme harmonieux,
Où d'un poète aimé le génie étincelle,
Mémoire, que fuis-tu, si tu ne les retiens ?
« Je me souviens !

« Mais, passant à travers les grands bruits de la terre,
Qui doit se souvenir, hélas ! a trop à faire.
Contre moi, chaque jour, combat l'oubli jaloux :
Je ne puis tout garder, et je choisis pour vous.
Du rayon qui donna la plus fraîche lumière,
D'un suave parfum, de sons éoliens,
Je me souviens.

« Souvent, abandonnant au burin de l'histoire,
Tout ce qui tient en main le sceptre de la gloire,
Je laisse à tout hasard, au ****, errer mes pas,
Dans des sentiers obscurs où l'on chante tout bas.
Plus attentive alors, moi, pauvre humble Mémoire,
D'espoirs, de doux pensers, rêves aériens,
Je me souviens.

« Si parfois un ami, triste et rempli d'alarme,
Vient chercher près de vous quelque espoir qui le charme ;
Sa main dans votre main, quand s'entr'ouvre son cœur,
- Le cœur, qui sait si bien parler de la douleur ! -
Du mal de votre ami, d'un regard, d'une larme,
De tout ce qui s'échappe en vos longs entretiens,
Je me souviens.

« À tout ce qui gémit et pleure dans la vie,
Je prête, en cheminant, une oreille attendrie ;
J'écoute mieux encor ceux qui ne parlent plus,
Les amis d'autrefois au tombeau descendus :
Je fais revivre en moi l'âme qui s'est enfuie ;
Des nœuds qui sont rompus rattachant les liens,
Je me souviens !

« Assez d'autres sans moi garderont souvenance
De ces vers tant aimés ; qu'importe mon silence !
Quand la gloire a parlé, mes soins sont superflus. »
- C'est bien ! je suis contente, et ne veux rien de plus
Si, n'oubliant jamais ni bonheur ni souffrance,
Lorsque je vois s'enfuir les plus chers de mes biens,
Tu te souviens !
 59° 
Akriti
A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.
 56° 
Jellyfish
running myself ragged
i won't stop until i grasp it
pondering won't solve anything
pigeoning at least brings me peace
even when i'm tired i'll keep going
don't worry anymore, jellyfish
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
 56° 
Stardust
I have known you as far as my memory goes.
I have observed you, watched you grow—
As I did too.

But I wonder why we never talked,
’Cause we never talked before,
Was all I could think back then.

And even now,
I think it’s still the same—
’Cause we never talked before,
And maybe… we never will.
I've been an introvert for as long as I can remember. This poem reflects on what could have been—how many connections I might have made if I’d just smiled and started a conversation. But that moment never arrived.
 56° 
ghost girl
did you know
i dreamed of you
almost every night?

dreamed of chasing you,
begging you,
an almost pathetic longing

for years and years
until i finally
fell out of love with you.

i still dream of you
once in awhile,

but it's not me
giving chase anymore,

it's you.
and i'm always running out of places to hide
 53° 
Shambhavi
Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
 48° 
Timothy Fuller
Knights in black,
poke the dragon in the eye.
He doesn't blink,
nor scream or cry.

He tried to slumber,
now merely plays pretend.
Death his daydream,
this worlds only end.

The knights move on,
their thirsts now quenched,
drinking water from stone.
The dragon lays there still entrenched.
 47° 
something
I don't care what we are anymore, as long as you're something that's not my enemy.
 47° 
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?
 47° 
joaquin
come
lay down with me
the sun is coming up

we’ll swallow its rays
and have sunlight flowing
from our fingertips
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