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 3093° 
mike
Early on I knew we were not suitable
But still I grasped for every moment with you
Water for a thirsty desert traveler

I followed you on a journey that went nowhere
For only to walk with you

Parallel lines never touch
But they never leave each other, either
 1101° 
Todd Sommerville
A.I. Poet pounding at keys,
a lifetime of memories in
Chat GPT.

Punch up a sunset hues of
crimson and gold,

Throw in some birds,
Hit generate,
watch it unfold.

Selecting a font,
I couldn't
hazard a guess,

I'll just select an emotion
let A.I. do the rest.

Funny, this Insta-poetry is starting
to all sound the same,

Can't get any views,
I'm going insane.

Gotta find some new prompts
to up my game.

This Stupid AI ****,
is getting pretty lame!
Hey Roger this ones for You let me know what you think.

Just posted a video for this on my you tube channel
hope you all will check it out.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
 614° 
Traveler
Love unspoken
Tends to waver
A few warm moments
A few special favors
Even as the good friend
Or the teacher's pet
Acceptance may be
All you get
So when and if
I decide to show it
Unspoken or not
   Now you know it...
Traveler Tim

It just kind of falls out the bottom..
 561° 
Jess
You choose a partner to grow old,
prepare vows to keep them with you,
battle every day to raise offspring,
all, so you wouldn't have solitude.

And Love???

You love a person to see them happy,
to be understood and cared for,
do the same for them whatsoever,
even if there isn't a promise to stay.
Some are lucky to have both.
Some settle for either one.
Some keep searching and struggling.
And some, they give up on both.
 492° 
Rubianne Foster
25
My best friend died
My boyfriend said he hates me
And I've been thinking lately
That it's not all in my head
I broke my mirror last week
I can't stand my own reflection
It was just some raw emotion
I can't wait for my damnation
Because girls like me
We don't get salvation
I sleep with my rosary
But God still isn't listening
I could tell my mom I’m sorry
But I doubt she would forgive me
And really I can't blame her
Because sinners come from sinners
I can't wait to die
Or maybe I'm just twenty-five.
I wrote this 2 years ago when I was certain the world was going to implode around me. It didn't.
 472° 
jules
the first time her lips met mine
was like a war ending,
like the moment the bomb hits
and the smoke curls up,
and for one second,
the world forgets its weight.

it wasn’t soft.
it wasn’t polite.
it was heat,
and teeth,
and a hunger I didn’t know
I’d been starving for.
her hand brushed my waist
like a secret,
fingers tracing the curve of my body
like she was trying to memorize
the taste of me.

we fell into it—
the kiss,
the touch,
the way our bodies came together
like they’d always known
where they belonged.
I wanted to hold it,
wrap it around me like a blanket,
press my face to her neck
and never let go.
her breath was warm against my skin,
her heart beating louder than mine,
and in that moment,
nothing else mattered.

but then—
the door slammed open,
the world barged in,
with its judgment and its fists.
the voices rose,
too loud,
too angry,
too full of things we never asked for.

“what the hell is this?!”
they screamed.
and I looked at her,
hoping she’d hold me,
hoping she’d fight for us.
but she pulled away,
eyes wide like I was a stranger,
like I was the one who’d made her
forget her place.

“no, no, no,”
she screamed,
shaking her head,
her voice cracking like glass.
“it wasn’t me—
she made me do it!
I didn’t want this.
I didn’t want her.”

and every word she said
ripped me open,
every syllable was a knife
twisting into the space
we’d just built between us.
I stood there,
frozen,
feeling the weight of her denial
crush everything I’d felt.

her eyes,
her beautiful eyes,
didn’t look at me anymore.
they looked at the floor,
at the people who’d come to take me from her.
and in that moment,
I realized how small I was—
how easy it was for her to forget
the taste of me,
the heat of me,
how easily she could sell us out
for the sake of safety.

I didn’t fight.
I didn’t scream.
I just turned,
and walked away,
my lips still burning from her kiss,
but knowing it was already dead.
 445° 
polina
They tell you, write it with emotion.
Write it like it’s a history you’ve seen -
Describe it in burning colors,
Making a tragedy of things unseen.

But then they criticize you, tell you
It’s too graphic - that there’s no way
That was your personal war.
They’d rather look away,
Than acknowledge that it was your everyday.
 312° 
Thirty Nine
Your flowers died last Monday
But I couldn't bear to throw them out
Sad and Looking down
Just like me
Wilted, Rotting and Brown
Just like you
 293° 
Maria
He always made coffee for her.
She adored it whenever she was.
She looked at him by all her eyes
When he was speaking, no matter what of.

He always knew what to say or to do,
As to she scared of nothing.
She could be herself whenever with him.
She could be naughty and laughing.

She always was strict and stubborn
With everyone else nearby.
But close to him she became as cotton,
Light and calm for a while.

She was afraid of losing him,
And he loved her completely all.
He always made coffee for her
And she loved him in spite of all.
This is the poem for and about two. This love is for both of them. They are for each other. This love is very tender and true.
The lustre of the beautiful stars
And planets pluto and mars
In a black velvet sky
To a welcoming eye
And a moon shining bright
It’s a beautiful night
And the air is cool
Making you drule
The peace and the quiet
Is a simple delight
Welcoming the night
It’s a beautiful sight
Mankind can’t destroy
All of this joy
That is  all free
For all, for you and for me!
 262° 
nivek
breathing together
unity in motion

sharing the same air
as friend or foe.
 233° 
DJQuill
Wind marches away
Trees grow older and older
Waiting for sunshine
What if?
What if
I told someone?
What if
they hate me for it?
What if
What if
I stop doing this to my body?
What if
you stop liking me?
What if
I stop and you leave me?
What if
What if
you hate me if you know?
What if
I didn’t tell anyone?
What if
then nothing changes?
What if
if I tell you?
What if
you worry?
What if
you think I’m a burden
What if
What if
What if
What if
What if
What if
What if  
I

stop


and



you




leave





me?
whywherewhenwhowhat
 193° 
Foogle
we collected magpie feathers and pretended we could fly

but mortals like us can really only die


a camaraderie built in the rain is one that will stain

the smallest starts and the deepest hearts
 191° 
Andrew Frazer
What would you do if  you were loved,
Wrapped in another’s hopes and dreams,
Would you stifle, like a fire under rain,
Or grow tall in his sunlight?

Some will never seek to know,
Some hide their faces from the light,
when once it shines upon them,
Others yet will slip away,
To never know what might have been.

But some will walk the sunlit meadow,
And laugh, and dance, and drink and love,
With flowers in their hair.
So what, prey tell, will you?
 135° 
poetic mf
liar
you said you loved me
liar
you said you would be there
liar
you said you would cheer me up
liar
you said you hated me
liar
you'll never leave me
liar
i'll teach you a lesson
liar
i hope you feel the pain i felt when the worlds collided and i was in between them
 135° 
renseksderf
You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,
we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .
Believe me.
 132° 
Cassian
A place for you is in my heart

A hole forms when we're apart

Your hand is all mine needs

As you're more important

Than the very air I breathe
 116° 
jules
I’ve met the night a hundred times—
She carries no remorse,
Her silver hand upon my chest
A silent, steady force.

Her breath is like a frozen hymn,
Too soft for earth to hear—
Yet chills my soul, and bends my will
Until it disappears.

I sought to end the endless ache
With shadows on the wall,
But shadows only shift and shrink,
And answer not my call.

There is no mercy in the stars,
No kindness in the frost—
Yet some persist to claim that light
Redeems what has been lost.

End me, then, O faithful dark—
Unbind this brittle form,
And leave me not to linger here
Through one more bitter storm.
 105° 
The Haunting
I'm not your son anymore,
not your pride and your joy,
not your kid on on your shoulders.
Not the fairy floss at  carnivals
Not the tickling before bed,
I'm past your dead story times
I see your vile stare in your eyes,
and please don't pretend otherwise
but the truth is I do no care anyway,
I  lost  my passion to live every waking day.,
 93° 
Unpolished Ink
January starts its journey
as a wet and sorry thing,
a limp balloon in a leafless tree
and a soggy bit of string
 87° 
Bekah
The weight of my sadness
Is heavy like clouds before rain
I’m only self medicating
To try to numb the pain
Antidote coursing through me
Like toxins in my veins
 84° 
hsn
i'm heavy with the burden
of believing in you for face,

when

i want to live without any
regrets or inner struggle
 77° 
Mike Hauser
There's soon to come a day where this
And all else cease to exist
Where every line and stich in time
Will make its way into the light

All the saints that have been called
From daily battles they have fought
To rightly claim their reward
Eternity with their Sweet Lord

Without its sting, death lost its curse
Where first is last and last is first
Every plan once made by man
Will reach its final bitter end

Every tear that ever wept
All dried eyed in a flash
A promise made a promise kept
On the day the Lord comes back

And on that day, all this you see
Including sin, will cease to be
When every line and stich in time
Makes its way into the glorious light
 76° 
Ray Hatim
Roses, beautiful
But with thorns as sharp to break-
your warm little heart
 72° 
Nick Moore
I recall a
A year given
To
Travelling,
It was a
"Get over a breakup thing"

The first thing I learned,
Wherever you go,
There you are

One time at
Nigeria falls,
All I could think
"If only she was here to experience this with
Me"

But hey, I don't do sad
Well, not for long,
She just wasn't for me,
Just took a while
To see

One day
That
Sadness
Just leaves,
Like snowflakes
On the
Breeze
 63° 
dead poet
they say, 'it's all in your head...'

i ask, 'where else is it supposed to be...?'
 57° 
bulletcookie
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 52° 
Lizzie Bevis
Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loose your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis
 45° 
Roger
She visits in dreams,
yet never appears,
her unseen aura
whispers in your ears.
Beneath the covers,
she'll show her face,
and only then will you find
God’s saving grace.

 45° 
JLB
Expectations are heavy stars
Human heaven, holding scars
Big bang, she's a gamma ray

The brevity of life
Is overwhelming
 43° 
L
I like the way you look at me
when were joking and you pretend to be mad
I like the way we can laugh together
at the stupidest things

I like the way you look at me
when we kiss
I like the way you look at me
all i can feel in that moment is bliss

I like when our noses touch
and we cant see each other's eyes
sometimes you look like a spider
with one too many eyes

I like the way you look at me
when you're a little mad
i like they way you come back to me
when it looks like im a little bit sad
Love You
 43° 
Tye
You always drive past,
Trying not to look
At my favorite flowers,
Or the sunlight
As it dances on my cross.
 43° 
Eduardo Edmundo
and then,
I glide into the cradle of a fruit.
And I sleep under the glow of your lunar breast.

From this descent so deep, I emerge
To the silence of your thigh,
And for the sea storm.
 42° 
Francie Lynch
You couldn't love me any more.
I don't love you any less.
More or less?
Which is best.
 42° 
Patience Egesi
Let's feel the breath
Embrace the air

Live in the moment
With no cares

Cast your cares on Him
They that know Him
Knows Him

Work
But no toil

He gives His own rest
He blesses the work of their hands.
 42° 
Rebekah Crews
I think of you less and less
that memory is fading  
I forgot  you wanted it to fade


RLC
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