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 2153° 
Marc Morais
It doesn’t stay neat—
nothing does.
Not the room.
Not the mind.
Not the feelings
I have for you.

I spill everything out—
ink, blood, tears—
whatever I hold
too tight.

Even the rain
trips over itself,
but you call it
beautiful—
you always do.
 989° 
Aneesah Lionheart
Please don’t arouse
my anger
I don’t know
what I’ll do
If you threaten
My children
I might
Decapitate you

Please don’t arouse
My anger
Stay on
my Good side
Friend
If you arouse
My anger
It may mean
Your end
The noun love is one of the strongest things a person can possesses. Love is rivaled by few other emotions, anger being one. God forgive me for what I may do, if someone harms one of my children.
 584° 
Lovely
… and I can’t help but wonder how freeing it felt to fly.
Trigger Warning⚠️ : My cousin passed away this morning… she took her own life. I’ve gone through a wave of emotions from denial to anger to despair. The world failed her. She was a baby. Seeing how this has shocked my family makes me glad that my attempt didn’t work all those years ago. I don’t know how to feel. I’m just confused.
 541° 
Carlo C Gomez
Tar-dark world. The defining color is black, the inky night of her nocturnal hunts and the deep, bottomless dark of her alien retreat.

A watcher of men, she is everything and nothing. She might be too much of something, or too little of something else. Time will sort out the particulars.

There are no simple entry points – she demands engagement, and to be taken as a whole. Her discomfort is over her own allure, her undisturbed surface. It’s more about intuition and gesture than dialogue. They remain as echoes. They’ve made her beautiful in a real way, with hips and blemishes and dimples in her skin.

The imprint of the lives she begins to grapple with as her time on Earth extends, leads her to stop seeing herself as a mere conduit for her mission, and to start developing a sense of subjectivity.

Her life force is overlapping, shaping itself into a pattern of rings that simultaneously suggests a birth canal dilating, the stages of a rocket separating, and a lunar eclipse as seen through a telescope’s lens.

She's a life-form you can’t quite understand, but it’s carrying on relentlessly, like a beehive, moving backward through the constellations at first approach.
 514° 
Indigo Maroon
You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall
 484° 
Ami Mathur
What does the light say?

I stay in your eyes.
I am best seen with your eyes closed
For I lie within you.
I ignite,
I brim
Within you.
 479° 
Raven Star
The love around
Didn't suffice,
So i ran towards
sins.
The people around me are mostly in arranged marriages and while there is fondness i don't really find love. I long to go away and have a girlfriend and wife if it so happens and be in wlw relationship.
 422° 
nidaa
if imperfections make art,
the skin and your face is anything but art,
but i can't find any better artwork,
then yourself.
but then you're not created by humans,
but by God,
whose creations are perfect as they are.
To all the poets in the world
Keep on writing
Keep that pen going
Share what you’re knowing
Write to your delight
Day and night
Enjoy
Give joy
Keep it flowing
Keep on going
Write the good right
Use insight
Just write ok
Until the break of day!
 327° 
brooke
I have fled from this profound
sense of loneliness my entire life—

Nothing has ever felt right, good or
Safe. I have hardly found another person
that seems to speak the same language,
Am I to be a single aldis lamp in the night
flashing across the great sea with
nothing but the stars to

twinkle back at

Me.
 309° 
Yourshadow
If religion is thought
and love is the law
Will you still love me
if I am seen as your flaw
 233° 
Michael John
***
a new dance in-it!?
called the nitid
do the..

nitid-the nitid wings of
the dragonfly shimmered
as it hovered over the pond!

(nature is great inspiration!)
look now, i am a fish
looking up-an alien

or a god..o the colours..
what´s with the hands?
gills..

look i wave my tail!
very nice-like green
and blues..

early to be smoking
best time
the breeze blows..
 227° 
Ivan
she is the exception
when my only rule in life
is not
 208° 
Mina
Pretty birds in a cage
Little birds in a rage
Red, yellow, green and blue
All bonded like a glue
They try, cry and weep
They fly and forget the creep
Young friends of Earth
Flightless friends from birth
Wish they were never born
Until they eat sweet corn
I don't remember the original poem but I tried to write something out of a stanza
I’m almost a poet.
I almost make sense
Enough to impress
Others with my senseful nonsense

I’m almost a poet
And I almost understand
Others’s poems and other poets
In the end no use, I tried to no end
But I like to pretend.

I’m almost a poet,
My metaphors are almost immersive enough
And my edges and corners are almost not rough

I’m almost a poet
I’m almost there
But not quite
I’m almost a poet
Almost - a man.

_M
 187° 
Yonah Jeong
In anti-democratic countries
ruling party is important

In democratic country
opposition is important.
Cānghǎi lǎoguī mù cǎilóng,
Bìbō shēn chù yǐng chóng chóng.
Suìyuè diāozhuó jiānyìng ké,
Qíng sī wàn lǚ rào xīnfú.
Dōngfēng fú liǔ chūnyì nóng,
Lóngnǚ yānrán xiàoyǔ zhōng.
Yuàn dé bì dì liánhuā gòng.


The Dragon Maiden and the Sea Turtle
The ancient turtle yearns for the vibrant dragon,
In deep blue waves, shadows throng.
Years have carved a hardened shell,
Yet countless love threads his heart compel.
East wind brushes willows, spring's joy thrives,
The dragon maiden smiles, her laughter survives.
May we together share twin lotus lives.
I wrote this trying to emulate a traditional 7-character style poem reminiscent t of Li Qingzhao's Ci poetry –  I specifically thought of this, my relationship, and after re-reading her "The Jade Flute" poem –

I tried to post in Chinese calligraphy, however, HP doesn't like character-based languages except for Sanskrit.  I have found several posted that way, but none in the Asian languages except using Romanized characters.
 162° 
Bekah Halle
I want to live my best life;
Getting back up, after I fall.
Forgiving myself, after I fail.
Laughing, when I make mistakes.
Being patient, when things take time to re-learn.
Because I have time;
To fall, fail, learn and get back up again.
I have time to live my best life,
Every day.
 160° 
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                  Their Candles are All Out


                            “…There’s husbandry in heaven;
                              Their candles are all out...”

                                              -Macbeth II.i.6-7


Good men will tend to see the good in all
When Banquo was aware of the starless night
He saw in that not a lack of light  
But rather the careful conservation of light

And so we see this night, this rainy night
Not as a time of cold and darkness and damp
But an occasion for hearth-gathering the family
For cards, chess, read-alouds, blankies, warmth, peace

Good men will tend to see the good in all
And good must then on all of us befall
 156° 
Thiago paladino
En la ventana de tu alma,
veo reflejada paz, esa que busco,
encontré tu luz, para encender mi ser,
viví en tu querer, cálido como fuego,
en cada abrazo, me refugie en tu calor,
acogedor como una taza de café,
café como tus ojos, hechos cristales,
transparentes, como ventanas,
mirándome, mirándote,
mirándonos,
en la ventana de tu alma.
 154° 
Brwa S Rasheed
Bones threaded with silence,
a weft of unseen tides,
drowned before the sky could murmur,
names twisted into half-light.

Empty calls carve through marrow,
a dissonance stitched in the flicker
of unspoken skies,
twisting where shadows breathe.

Flesh frays in the void of mouths
that never opened—
rusted hums too thin to grasp.

Skin unthreads,
and what remains burns in the air
like a scream that cannot form.

Dust to dust—
the thread severed
in half-thoughts,
too distant to bleed,
too numb to remember.
 115° 
Tissywho
You left,
And my soul went with you,
It was my fault,
But it wasn't hers too.

I let you go,
You didn’t deserve me,
But I'm not your foe,
Never was, never going to be.

I told my soul,
To leave and be free,
To find her peace,
So she went with thee.
 97° 
Nat Lipstadt
~my poet friends and friendly poets~

(written in anger, then sorrow,
tinged with regret, but in the end one
has no choice but to forgive and forget)

<•>

the ghood poet knows no boundaries,
lays down tracks of a New England
pond of nirvana,
or across Siberian froze wastelands,
another
salves the wounds of dying soldiers,
and gives away comfort to the dying
with the freeing oxygen of
comforting words

the world of self,
that thing we know best,
thus encouraged by the textbooks,
well,
to have at it, plays whacamole
with your  owned flirtatious emotions,
none too imperious or low down or
garbage dump *****, that yet
cannot be validated by exploratory
over-the-line words pithy

even the florid, tiresome nickel & dime ing
rhyming scheming crutches,
we so oft employ,
yields up stuff that ain’t half bad,
periodically,
though, the blunt of words well crafted
needs
no such delimiting amusing playthings
or imprisoning
I-am-amoebic-pen-tata-meter

take you inspiration from here and there,
the proverbial deep dark of the mind’s recessed corridors of
corrupted consciousness,
or, the
contrail whiffs of the steaming steaming of the contradictions of a
newborn first day’s contrast of-
the wet dew on toes cooling,
while the simultaneous sun warms all
the cheeks,
heats the blood with
a thanks-god-I’m-alive
overwhelmingly overall tickling,

or
not.

write with the tools you have, but keep
them well sharpened, with
insight and revelation,
exploring the rain’s windowed
navigable rivulets,
the musical tempos
of waves and their multi-mystical variations,
and the readers will come like
pilgrims to your  holy land,
wearied and yet so delightedly hopeful,
with tingling contrasting dictions,
to capture and release,
by shattering any
stale notions of adulation
will bring your
audience of holy voyagers and voyeurs
to imbibe so deeply your creativity for the quenching, and the
amen gasp escaping tween
their lips is just a simple holy,
gentling thank you

discard the bad words as ornery and
distracting, veiled in pomposity and
highfaluting, self-saluting, arrogance of
those deeming themselves critical thinkers,
who thrive in the low mud flats of
self-pretension and the reassurance
of a mirror’s reassurance

write straight from the heart,
fill our eyes with the
complexity of the simple
and
grant us the write to share,
in your humanity

craft the work
and
the work
will repay
so stealthily
by secretly
crafting you





                                   nml
3:43 am 2/16/25

p.s,always fixyour typos
 96° 
Kat M
What if I miss
A list
Flurries in the wind
Jumping out of hand

Lucky-opportunist
Grating against the limits
Beyond the town
Falling out of pace
Feedback Welcome!
 92° 
Mariah Wynn
I spend many days
trying to sum up emotions
what do they equal to?
Feeling so much, and then so little,
I secure my belt
as I sit on this ride
these contradictions
blindside, and whiplash me.
But that's just life isn't it?
Peaceful, but frightful
joyful, but lonely...
I imagine that's an emotion
most people feel.
There's a longing so strong
I can almost touch it,
but it's not here.
And because of that my eyes are blurred
unable to see the beauty around me
even if there is just me
and things don't add up.
they watch but they do nothing
as i struggle to grab up your wounded body
your arm just keeps falling and falling
and mine aren't strong enough to lay you back down softly

and i don't wanna drop you
so i try to take the worst of the fall
i say it isn't fair
you say it's not my fault
i try to believe you
but you're already gone
you deserved better

you deserved it all
i never should've have promised
that it'd all be fine
i tested fate
to soften the fear in your eyes
rocking back and forth
i try to choke out a lullaby
cradling your earthly form
and you leaden before i could kiss you goodbye
whats wrong with you people
how could you just sit by
how could you be so numb to suffering
you'd just let somebody die
 89° 
owls at dawn
my new car is teaching me to be a better driver
it tells me when to speed up
or slow down
it tells me when to stay in line
or get off
it keeps me safe and
always gets me there
whether I take the scenic route
or want to get there as fast as possible

my new car keeps me safe
and always makes me wear my seat belt

I think my car is my new fantasy man
 87° 
matt r
o soft lantern, teach me
how to gleam
in spite of petty falcons.
 76° 
Imarie
I lay before you what my soul can bear,
A simple truth, a breath of living air.
Yet, raise no towers on my earthly dust,
For I am but a hand, in which you trust.
 76° 
Mimi
To love an addict,

You smoked all night and too late
And didn’t want to waste your high.
So you stayed up and slept in,
Mary keeping you company.
I had loved and stayed knowing
It wasn’t just you I had to love.
 76° 
Mark Bell
You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.
 71° 
Amir Murtaza
She loves to play with colors,
and her favorite is blue.
She loves her blue jeans,
a gift from her mother.

Her mother works
in a garment factory,
where women are paid
less than men.

She dreams of a world
where colors don’t fade with injustice.
Gender-based inequality thrives where rights are unequal and voices go unheard.
 68° 
Missy Beminio
One foot outside the door
No more turning back for me
I’m stuck like glue

Give me the strength
To be nothing but the best
Only for you

Had a pretty big clue
This one might be real
Never had a chance to breathe

Everything else is upside down
All around us
But I can’t take my eyes off of you

Give me the strength
To be nothing but the best
Only for you

Sifting through this heart
Flushing out the bad
Maybe I could
Spend my life with you

9/3/23
 67° 
Archer
It doesn’t sound quite the same
———The recording
Without the applause
 65° 
Jeff Bresee
I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.
 60° 
Maria Etre
And then I heard
her heart
through
the screams
that trickled
down her cheeks

She speaks...
 57° 
Crow
within the solitude of the dreadful span
of the blackened and bowed sky
the deep withered grass bends in the moonless dark
quieting the cold and murmuring earth

hushing her into fitful sleep

the air is hard
and the wind lacerates the night
razor incisions left behind
in the icy flesh of obsidian hours

open wounds howl like wolves
on the trail of prey in flight

I hunger for you
under the restless stars
 56° 
Samuel
Lingering in the dark side,
She just blew my mind,
My brain waves all fried,
Sanity lost, too far to find.

I dream of busting chains,
Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks.
My soul now in your reigns,
Bound,Buried & Chained in a box.

My visions wild,
Fantasising a life away,
Heartbreak not so mild,
I end up all alone and stray.

In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck,
Tighter than the grasp of love and dread,
Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked,
We’ve already done it in my head.

Fiction and reality merge,
I keep recalling you in vivid dreams,
A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge,
Lust flows in wicked streams.

The river of lust,
Sourced from fatal fantasies,
As I drown deep in a you,
Giving into all the fancies.

Bedsheets all ablaze,
Screaming, hiding my face,
Rising up like waves,
Crashing over, leaving no trace.

At last, a wishful yearn,
Giving way to laboured breath,
Will the tables turn,
Our fate all set.
Inspired from the song “Guilty as Sin?” This poem delves into the feeling if wanting someone so much and imagining being with them.
 56° 
Krystle OBrien
Long and cold February
Yet the sun is beaming strong and steady
Strange time of year to have no snow
Making afternoon walks a gliding smooth flow


The air is crisp the wind is cool
With sunshine being my source of fuel
It provides us all with vitamin D
And gives that burst of energy

The days are growing longer
Bringing us out of night
I love this time of year
Cause winter has shown its might
#winter #spring #February #seasons
 55° 
Maryann I
Your eyes hold galaxies untold,
A story written soft in gold.
Your laughter spins like whispered spells,
A melody where wonder dwells.

Your touch ignites a world anew,
A spark that burns in deepest blue.
No logic here, no earthly rule—
Just magic made when I found you.

And in your arms, the world unwinds,
A dream made real, a fate designed.
No greater trick, no grander art,
Than love that lifts and binds the heart.
7. A Love That Feels Like Magic
 54° 
Ivai
This heart -
This February twilight sky -
Are of the deepest blue.
I will stay here for a while, to remember.
Till the 13th moon is upon me.
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