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 1433° 
evelyn
as the bullet pierces through
the love for you spills out too
thoughts unsaid
prays unheard
what drips from my writs once was love.
 869° 
Rick
these poems here
tethered to me
by some unknown
uncontrollable force
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for any of this
all I wanted to do was to play
with the women and the music
and maybe even my kids every now and then
not knowing, not caring,
not believing, not searching
for a higher purpose
for a greater meaning
for an elixir of divinity
but they have arrived
in different variances
& mass quantities
I didn’t ask for this
now it is here
I can’t stop
I won’t stop
until it kills me
until it kills something inside of me
until there is nothing left
except
these poems here.
 847° 
Xio
They cheered my rise,
they watched me burn,
Then found another,
Took their turn.
 679° 
Marc Morais
There is something quiet
in the way
the flowers bloom
against the gray,
among abandoned doorways
and forgotten walls,
as if they belong there—
their softness brushes
against decay,
like a secret
they aren’t trying to keep.

You stand still,
and time slows.
Nothing moves but a subtle drift,
nothing speaks
but the quiet cascade of petals—
growing where they shouldn’t,
thriving where the world
has grown tired.

It’s almost enough
to make you believe
in something—
a small kind of hope
that hides itself
in unexpected places,
waiting to be noticed.
 612° 
Harry Gione
I buried your number
In a pool of empty digets
I forgot your name
After you mentioned it at the bar
But for the life of me
When I woke up the next morning
Your face stuck to the back of my eyelids
like lead set in tar
And for dear humanity
While I drank my black coffee
I couldn't remember anything about who the hell you were
 575° 
Anais Vionet
I was thinking that If we create an all-knowing, all-wise and all powerful AI, we should probably pay someone to sit next to its electrical plug.
 372° 
Nat Lipstadt
To:  Patty m. and Steve,
cc:   Q

Re: what’s a mediocre man to do,

(freshly mind washed by the
requisite hours of deep sleep,
that washed away the webs
and dreads of yesterday’s
factoids, lactoids, and brain plaques(

so he can perchance, begin again,

(with fresh slate, white chalk screeching
on a freshly sponged whiteboard
~
(or blackboard when he rues the
upcoming with dreaded calendar
notifications notarized notations of
dead lines)


You see Stevie,
this piety poetry piercing of the soul,

(is a daily face washing, soul scrubbing
of two spies (MadMe vs  Metwo) both madder ‘n hell that life has ***-signed him a nother bothersome empty day with the curse
of justifying his existence)

oh yeah baby,
it’s a contest, a contest within,

(and i am appointed and  disappointed to be
the Sec’y of the Interior who has the key to
the broom closet, and is/in charge of his
own corners cleanup, and besides a broom,
he ain't got no tools but stale words and he’s gotta figure out nice smelling new combos to
justifying his occupying his
siloed-sole-soully space place)

in the uni(as in sole, one)verse

universe verse, get it?
445am Monday Monday
 342° 
Faiza
In the empire of my ribs,  
you are the only ruler.  
No gates, no walls—  
just endless streets  
whispering your name.

-faiza
 336° 
Mica Light Poetry
& 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀:    

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬
𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱?

𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?"

     𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀.
It's a dark cycle.
 313° 
Amanda Mosquera
I write these gifts for you
In hope you see my vision
They are not a call for help
They are simply me creating whims
The fantasy is taking me over
It always has
 301° 
Writeability
moments of kindness
reaching out to know you're safe
good people do exisit
This was in response to something a random person was trying to do for a person they cared about. It was just a quick poem/haiku of sorts. Don't judge for the quickness! Lol
 300° 
Jimmy silker
This is not an exit
That what Brett Ellis said
In restaurant of conspirators
As the victims freely bled
The blood just keeps on pumping
Though they were slain
Months and years ago
For reasons half forgotten
Pushed down so far below
In the back alley
Or on Wall Street
The disconnection
Is the same
To remove what is not desirable
And make them take the blame.
 289° 
Thomas W Case
I am so happy to announce the publication of my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, available on Amazon.  I also read my poetry on my youtube channel.
Thanks to everyone for this great site.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DY4XDQYC
 255° 
David P Carroll
Two hearts intertwined
Kissing under the moonlight
And love whispers soft as dreams
And true love comes through
Tonight.
True Love ❤️ 😍 💖
 236° 
Sofia
you
you make me feel like a person
 207° 
Sunamin Tamang
~
She is mute
&
I'm blind.
 206° 
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.
 192° 
JIGGYTHELASTBENDER
Lies will lead you to the  misery of digging in the dirt.
(These pills don't ever work
These pills don't ever)

You decieve yourself when you try make another see your worth.
These tears all on my shirt
There's tears all on my...!

Nauuuti-caaaa
The midas toooouuuuuch
(What do they know babe )
(What do they know ?)

Breaking uuuupp
To kiss and huuuuuuug
(What do they know baby)
He's been in the cold .....


Mmmmm don't really wanna talk to you,
Been around a square or two
But you cannot box me.

Mmmmm Why are you so beautiful?
In my eyes your memorable but you cannot take me...

Nauticaaaaaa
The midas touuuuch
What do they know babe
What do they know....
Breaking uuuuup
To kiss and huuuuug
 176° 
Rita Anna Thompson
LIFE ONLY HAS THE MEANING I CHOOSE TO GIVE IT
IT IS UP TO ME TO GIVE EACH SITUATION MY INTERPRETATION
IT ISN’T ALWAYS SIMPLE AND EASY I ADMIT
BUT IT IS THE UTMOST GENTLE AND POWERFUL SOLUTION
IF A POSITIVE AND BEAUTIFUL OUTCOME IS DESIRED
I MUST LISTEN QUIETLY TO MY HEART AND INTUITION
IT IS IN REALITY ALL THAT IS REQUIRED
THE OUTCOME SHALL ALWAYS BE POSITIVE AND CATALYTIC
GIVING BACK UPLIFTING AND SATISFYING RESULTS
DISREGARDING ALWAYS PRECONCEIVED IDEAS AND COLLECTIVE CRITIC
TRULY IT ONLY TAKES SELF-DISCIPLINE AND TRUE GUTS
 174° 
Barton D Smock
Dear Ethel Cain

Despair is a food group. I had to read the line again that said my brother’s hand was eating out an angel. Cannibals surprise their mothers in Eden. Is skin still the longest dream? My fake sleep is not your fake sleep. I thumb my own eyes in the shepherd machine.
 172° 
Breeze
An angel's halo emerges from wispy clouds
Shades of blue blanket the night sky
Stillness
Wind softly rustles in the still night
A distant campfire crackles
Warm breeze rustling the hair from my face
Calmness
The sky and sea are one in the same
Distant stars glimmer afar
Enormous shadows guard the night
Breathtaking
 152° 
Travis Green
I was addicted to the exquisite smell of him
His hairy, golden flesh
His tall, strong body
His long, lickable arms
His sweet, kissable lips
His chiseled chest
His mantastic abs

He captured my nation
Of fragrant gayness
He fed me his plateful
Of smooth pulchritude
He moved me
He ruled me

He looked at me
With his dark, charming eyes
Leaving me so breathless
Making my vessel convulse
Giving me a rush
Making me explode like a grenade
In his sensational embrace
 144° 
LL
to see you smile like
Sakaguchi Kentaro
that's my sun and sky
02/16/2025
 143° 
JayJay
Stop.
Stop thinking about her.
Stop it!
Challenge: If you were to expand upon this, what would you add? (I'm curious as to what you all would say)
 136° 
Lim Peh
I stand out in the sun ,
hoping for it to light up my missing deficiencies ,
probably missing vitamin D .
Likely .
 128° 
Raven
reading your poems and feeling
jealous of your subjects;
mine have always been about you
did you see them?
did you know?
did they scare you away?
 115° 
Star
She stretched her wings out.
Heartened! Nature called her forth.
A thoughtless coward.
Quiescent, she’s nothing but...
Stuck in an open gold cage.
 113° 
Nishu Mathur
Life was once happening
Now
Life just happens
 109° 
Liana
I guess the medication worked
I don’t feel depressed

I don’t feel anything anymore
So many more words to say about this, but there is something in the way. I can only hope that they will come out like the sun in the morning…
 109° 
Igor Vykhovanets
A heartless soul is the key to "success"—
To "earthly delight" that the devils caress...
 105° 
brandychanning
when you can see the peaks,
know
your not there

and yet…
 95° 
Karen
A elderly gentleman.
Stands by the flowers.
Not knowing which ones to buy.
He takes in the colors, the beautiful scents .
For his beloved.
A single red rose he picks .
 91° 
spilled tears
You do not taste like cherries
Cherries taste like you
she showed me how to make a cherry knot with her tongue, then she showed me where else her tongue could be used
It’s a heavy weight to carry,
This life you gave me,
In exchange for your own.
I don’t mean to be ungrateful
when I sob to you
“I don’t want to keep on living either”
 86° 
NF
I will do it,
Shakespeare will have a nemesis,
My words will become the new Sonnet 18.

I will do it,
You will feel it deep in your bones,
Even when our lives are never meant to cross.

I will do it,
When you bear your secrets to the moon,
A reflection of me will embrace you.

I will do it,
So I rise from this corpse of failed dreams,
Become a discipline of Eros.

I will do it,
Entangle my name in yours,
Make ourselves infinite.
 83° 
Dianali
Remarkably resilient
You vowed to stay dormant
There weren’t any spores
But your gentle caresses
spreading it by touch
You kept me in the dark
The tears moisturised
So it continued to grow

Love moulding
All over my soul

Love, moulding
All over my soul

Let the light in

Let the air in
 83° 
Jia En
If you really
Meant what you said about
Caring for me,
I wouldn't always have to be
On the lookout
For signs that you
Truly do;
If you really
Trusted me
Then there wouldn't be
That wall between us; or
Perhaps I mean more
To you than most but I
Never really
See
It, you know?
Actions speak so
Much louder than words,
Have you heard?
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.
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!
 68° 
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.
 67° 
Vincent
Takes
taking
took
forever
always taking
greedy
needs to feed off
my soul
feeding forever
neverending
as I listlessly wander to the edge
Tell me, where do we go from here?
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