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 870° 
Amanda Kay Burke
Life's about the suffering
Peace a destination
What is more important
Is what happens duration

Impossible to self-pardon sins
Plagued with doubt and fear
What if darkness creeping within
Sronger than the light inhabiting here?

Worrying is not worth the toll
I have to pay my dues
No one can walk path for me
Don't wear the same size shoes

Each break and bruise instruction
Finish line forever unknown
Happy endings fantasy
Majority synthetic like silicon

It has to shift before we surrender
To assimilation of society
In-between consciouslessness
And controlled compliancy

After Point A wandered astray
Point B hopeless cause
Meandering sheep in a deluded daze
Progression practically on pause

Creativity and cerebration rare
Killed in each as a child
Brainwashed being obedient
Different labeled 'wild'

Those in power yearn to program every step
Shaping image to fit their mold
Corrupt agenda is nothing new
Most don't realize they are trapped in their hold

I want to lead uprising
But I simply am too afraid
Remember when surroundings were calmer
Present for past I desperately long to trade

We had plenty of time to correct behavior
There is an existing disconnect
From planet earth and each other
Too immersed in screens for paths to intersect

A thousand unanswered questions
In silence reality is revealed
Up to us to find purpose in this dimension
Stumbling blindly through this battlefield

We are closer to cliff than we realize
Inching towards edge each day passing by
Shadows halting vision with uncertainty
Wings clipped so we are unable to fly
About the way society is in relation to our government and just how we have been regressing and it's exactly what those in power want. Wake the **** up people, especially Americans!
 520° 
Shofi Ahmed
Life is short is small
or maybe not
Purpose is surely not!
 454° 
Thirty Nine
A wonder seeker
Under the moons godly gaze
For the last time
 423° 
Traveler
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳Tim
 314° 
Michael
One day, when I’m old
And the skin on my hands
Is thin and dark with bruises,
Like burnt paper.
When I look back
on my legacy
Will I be remembered,
for my friends
Or my vendettas?
What will my legacy be?
An aggregation
of meaningless treasure
Or commemoration,
Of treasured times?
 305° 
Noa
I hear her in the back of my mind
She is always present
You liked her voice
But Now you love mine

She crossed a line
That's why we stand here now
You liked her presence
But now you love mine

Do you still see her in me
Rebuild and rebranded
You liked her
But Now you love me

-N.T.H
 304° 
Lidia
Friend, you seem to be in great Despair
You probably are in need of gentle care.
Great sorrows, alone you bear.
Hiding it from me isn't fair.
With me, your problems, you can share,
Oh dear, for you, I'll always be there
 299° 
Maimoona Tahir
You're the sun I miss every night
Fellow poets,Are four months enough to get truly attached to someone?
"Love is a decision , you do not date someone because you have feelings. Feelings is like smoke soon it will disappear within air "

I know my love sees
I will know if I genuinely love someone
I will also know if my heart isn't driven by lust
I hope my heart won't mislead me
 240° 
Roger
"Satan, do you wanna come out and play football?"

"Jesus? What are you doing here? Your father will not be pleased."

"Don't sweat it dude, c'mon let's play."

"Well, ok then. Can I bring a friend?"

"Yea, the more the merrier."

"Ok, Jimmy?...I say, Mr Saville? He'll just be a minute, Jes...Jesus? Where have you gone? Oh, that's nice, isn't it.
Jimmy, don't worry , stay there, false alarm. "
 229° 
Pablo Neruda
Chisporrotea
en el aceite
hirviendo
la alegría
del mundo:
las papas
fritas
entran
en la sartén
como nevadas
plumas
de cisne matutino
y salen
semidoradas por el crepitante
ámbar de las olivas.

El ajo
les añade
su terrenal fragancia,
la pimienta,
polen que atravesó los arrecifes,
y
vestidas
de nuevo
con traje de marfil, llenan el plato
con la repetición de su abundancia
y su sabrosa sencillez de tierra.
 224° 
bulletcookie
hold this precious jewel
unearthed by a miner's heart
feeling's tumbling years

-cec
 191° 
Cyril
Another silent night where a moth flies with all its might,
To the flame, a beacon, too warm and bright
This entrancing distant spark in the vastness of the dark
Is proof that beautiful things, too, could end a life

“I could never blame you for how you’ll ruin me,
for I have always loved in extremes.”

The soft wind blows, enhancing the flame’s curves
The fearless moth draws nearer to the heat
It knows the cost, but it does not fear
To lose its wings for a single kiss
Always the moth, never the flame.

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 180° 
Mario Benedetti
De pronto uno se aleja
        de las imágenes
queridas
amiga
quedás frágil en el horizonte
te he dejado pensando en muchas cosas
pero ojalá pienses un poco en mí

vos sabés
en esta excursión a la muerte
        que es la vida
me siento bien acompañado
me siento casi con respuestas
cuando puedo imaginar que allá lejos
quizá creas en mi credo antes de dormirte
o te cruces conmigo en los pasillos del sueño

está demás decirte que a esta altura
no creo en predicadores ni en generales
ni en las nalgas de miss universo
ni en el arrepentimiento de los verdugos
ni en el catecismo del confort
ni en el flaco perdón de dios

a esta altura del partido
creo en los ojos y las manos del pueblo
en general
y en tus ojos y tus manos
en particular.
 164° 
Shreeram Ghadge
She is like a gentle breeze of wind-  Smooth and tender..

She is like a forest- Evergreen and Majestic...

She is like a river - Calm and serene..

She is like a flower in the garden- Blushing and Blooming...

She is like a sunshine - Bright and pleasant..

She is like a star in the dark universe - glittering and sparkling..

Lastly, she is also like a fire- Blazing and glowing..


-SHREERAM
 164° 
THE LONER
sunday s dissapointment
six days far
dear oh dear
make me dissapear
I play a game of chess
and go and make a mess
pawn  not a queen
remains to be seen
In front of prying eyes
shredding your disguise
the toughest thing of all
is sunday is gonna come
 163° 
Emma Sims
I walked the castle walls today,
whilst my breath hung in the air;
the flattened city view below -
a moment we both share.
Your laughter touched the sun you see,
and found a cherub there.
 160° 
Ray Hatim
Drown your heart
In sea of salt,
Then ice it till
Its freezing cold

Wear a necklace
of your grief,
Strangling hard till
You can't speak

Drain your eyes
In a sack of rice,
Don't let moisture
Escape its cries

Fill your stomach
With emptiness,
An appetite
Of nothingness

Keep it up
You're almost there,
Your date with death
Is oh so near
 158° 
Asher
Unloved, I have felt,  
You love me now, but would you  
Call me your daughter?
 156° 
Kelly McManus
Nothing left to do
a world ruled by greedy fools
hanging from a fuse
 154° 
Juan45th
Ito ang aking kwento.
Sa lib-lib na lugar,
sa gitna ng kapatagan,
sa tabi ng parang ay isang bahayan.

Sa dami ng mga aso,
yun ding unti ng tao.
Hindi mo nga mawari yaring
gabing kay tamlay,
Tunay nga't kay tindi, yaring
puso'y di maikubli.

Ikaw nga't andini,
ako nama'y wala sa sarili.
Ngunit ano mang sabihin
ay hindi rin maikukubli,
kaya't iyo ng marapatin, yaring
puso't dam-damin.

Ako nga'y lalayo,
ari namang puso'y iiwan
ko saiyo.

Iyo sanang alagaan at huwag
kalungkotan,
Itong aking paglisan ay isang
pangmadalian.

At sa aking pag balik,
dala ko'y regalo at sa simbahan
na tayo ay tutungo.
 130° 
inkedsolace
...when I found out that coal power plant ash produces more uranium, toxic chemicals and heavy metals than nuclear power plants.
for anyone who wants to learn more:
https://www.europarl.europa.eu/doceo/document/E-9-2022-003567_EN.html#:~:text=Studies%20show%20that%20ash%20from,than%20a%20nuclear%20power%20plant.
 125° 
Abbott J Hardison
Well I c-n't
Type with the letter "-"
My puppy fell -sleep on it
So it might t-ke me
- minute to s-y I luv you too
Bec-use his n-se is n-w -n the "-"
I -ctu-lly c-n't use the "-" I need him to w-ke up
 123° 
Lim Peh
I write myself a check of a million dollars and live in my mind grand delusions

That's what the self help book told me to do

I help my self

Helped
 123° 
Cira
Normal Human thighs
just grow my insecurity high
from skinny to fat
ugly to pretty
to not having a chest and so called 'flat'

The world and its perspective
always there to judge you
and it all feels blue
If only we were accepted the way we were
Then I wouldn't be compared to the expectations of her

I look in the mirror and
I see a familiar face
trying so hard to cope up
and live in this rat race

She tries so hard to be seen
And now she's a scarred teen
She has always been

And still wonders if she'll ever be free
Free from this wretched place
Maybe one day she will find internal peace
But nothing can diminish
the crystal crease.
 122° 
Zara rain
If,
you cannot stave the storm.
Be the storm.
Life is a roller coaster ride. Remember to express it well, every twist and turn. Scream when frightened, laugh when exhilarated... don't stay untouched.
 117° 
Dani Just Dani
I’ve met a beautiful woman,
her face native to a land
that’s not mine
but I would still recognize it.

There’s no second thought about it:
she’s native by blood,
by eyes,
by cheekbones,
by the warmth in her skin,

a warmth that transcends
her shirt, my shirt,
my skin,
finding its way toward my soul.

Lightning strikes twice
campfires and oven mitts.

What a disrespectful way
to love someone,
but I wouldn’t wait
to love her.
 110° 
K J McCarthy
Still as a statue
Like a moss covered stone
A big waking stretch
Met with sighs and soft groans
Struggling eye lids reluctantly open
As the sun peaks over the horizon
Projecting on the ceiling of our room
Woken by the hectic morning commute
Time ticking and stuck in traffic
Suits late for business meetings
The relief of being free from productivity
While the rest of the population is busy
I could stay here for eternity
Rotting with you in this sheet covered sanctuary
Cold feet from stolen covers
Play fighting and morning breath kisses
Here in your natural habitat
Make shift pajamas consist of my over sized band tee
No bra just ******* and disheveled hair
Naturally beautiful in anything that you wear
Today is free of responsibilities
I wish every day could be like this
Only stepping outside for that post *** cigarette
In our own little Universe
Lost in those sparkling eyes and coffee flavored lips
Binge watching our favorite horror flicks
Amused by your every movement
How you talk with your hands
I don't want this day to end
I could live a life with you just rotting away
and I'd die a happy man
 105° 
Nonameyet
1
You just wanted a love
strong enough to survive your lies
 104° 
Qualyxian Quest
Yo soy un isolato
Tryin' to break free
One foot upon the sand
Two hearts upon the sea

Maybe aliens
Maybe destiny
Taipei 101
Red Pine - xie xie ni

                    Si.
 103° 
FrancisMandeville
Scabs from early summer's bug bites are falling off
with hardly any effort or noticeable pick
just like the things on my summer to do list
that I already completed.

Scabs more recent continue to itch and rescab after picking them
some I put under a bandage to keep me from scratching them
and picking at them
just like the projects on my to do list still in progress
and some forever projects that may remain unfinished

And flies and mosquitoes continue to buzz around
which I have gotten good at squashing whenever they light
like projects that pop up and don't even make the list

In just a few weeks Autumn will be here
and the entire list will be wiped clean,
finished or not, and some projects will be put
on the  list to think about this winter
regarding whether they make next year's list.
 102° 
kfaye
tryptapath


her dark irises
fill with light


but that’s not
what i mean
 99° 
Thomas Burge
Laying next to you right now
I feel so at peace
The world falls silent
And now you're asleep
You are my world
You are my sun
You give me life
And I sleep well
Knowing you'll be my light
Thank you for the mornings
 98° 
Diana
The softness I desire
Is vastly different from the rage
I was born into
 98° 
Mark Bell
Went to the doctors
This was a farce
Pants came down
Found a lump
In my ****
This wasn’t
Turning out
To be my day,
He found a golf ball
It had gone in a
Fairway.
 98° 
FormlessMars
It took a collapse for my hands to realise that roses were meant to be handled gently.

And love like a glass vase rested upon my head.

In front of me more steps than I have ever seen and you’re on the other side.

I am bold enough to run as fast as I can but wise enough to know that if I do, the vase will fall.

But it’s the urge to run that fast which keeps me up at night.
I want to get to you as fast as I can. That’s all it is.
 97° 
the dirty poet
i kid you not
he fell off the couch
and we had to rush him to the OR
to pry off half his skull
and staunch the bleeding
to keep him alive
this world
and every world
is tough to navigate
 95° 
Andi Leigh
Fingers like fiddleheads,

Weak knees like

One-thousand-year-old

Trees,

Justice in a life lived long—

Making the wear and tear

Worth it all.
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