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 749° 
Lostling
I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the person in the mirror and wonder what anyone sees in them
I feel the world at
   times conspires to make true my
basic discontent.
Inspired (or more aptly directly drawn from) “The Pillow Book” by Sei Shōnagon
 538° 
Rocky-Fan
Instead of chess pieces,
he plays with human lives.
He waits patiently
knowing excitedly
Their pieces can't be moved,

He spends months in preparation
as he knows time is the curation
to wiping out all the pawns.
The king goes down, scatters
And he seduces the queen.

He's never been beaten,
as he has no humanity
except for small gifts,
and little sweet tributes
that remind him
He was once innocent.
When it comes to trolls, I line them up like chess pieces and take my time to scatter all of them. I make up stories that they believe and love it when they go down like a horse with a broken leg. Am I a sociopath? No, I just have Asperger's and need to teach those who don't understand the condition, a lesson.
 509° 
Mariana
I don't want this to be
Like a movie I'd see
I want the good, the bad
And all the boring in between.
 317° 
Mira
I rhyme to pass time;
for no particular reason,
just my own personal pleasing.
 294° 
Angel
tears in my eyes
my fears alive
dreams were lost
hopes were dry
all alone
breaking of my heart
no longer wanting to be alive
to play my part
my family hadn't a care for me
my friends barely spoke a word to me
I feel left out
not a soul cared that I exist        
and was actually there
but as times flew by, memory of me disappears
 277° 
ConnectHook
I am convinced
that 85 percent of H.P.
is composed
of chatbots.
a fake-*** poem
in the style of Rupi Kaur
 268° 
Rubyredheart
On a river of memories
I drifted again today
to a garden of roses
a green field dotted with daisies
We napped there on a blanket that I still own
(just like these memories of you)

I wish you presented
In more recent memories, too
They miss you
Like I do
originally written 28th Aug 2024
 230° 
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.
 221° 
Christa Ziegler
Some day it will not
hurt so much and we only
have to make it there.
 212° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Five friends decid3d to go on a picnic,
1st friend: I will bring the main dish,
2nd friend: I will bring nnacks and tea,
3rd friend: I will bring a sweet dish
4th friend: I will bring juice and sodas,
They asked the 5th friend,"What will you bring?"
5th friend:I will bring my smalll brother.
7/5/2025
 197° 
Pluto
I still love you—
after every time you vanished
like silence between storms,
after every wound you named gentle,
every promise that wilted
before it touched the air.

Tell me,
how does a heart
keep bleeding
and still
call it love?
 186° 
Julie
Just because I wrote about death doesn't mean I want to die
I know sometimes I feel like dying
Then sometimes I want to live
But it just all mixed up feelings- Julie
 185° 
Pavel Rup
Милая моя, всегда ты рядом.
Золотом сверкает юбилей.
И года мы провожаем взглядом —
у вина с годами вкус острей.

Незаметно годы пролетели.
Незаметно побелел висок.
Незаметно дети повзрослели
И всему у жизни нужный срок.

Тихого спокойствия услада
по ночам летает в тишине.
У икон колышется лампада —
Вместе столько лет в одном челне.

Милая моя, ты откровенье.
Замерла тревожная душа...
Не случайно было то везенье.
Не сломало чувство жизни ржа.

Жизни перелистывай страницы,
Правда там струится между строк.
В небе журавли — в руках синицы...
Ты журавль судьбы в моей руке.

Много было в Книге испытаний,
Вел меня вперёд твой добрый взгляд.
Я дарю тебе букет желаний.
Вновь весною расцветает сад.

Милая моя — нас мудрость лечит.
И уже не нужно ничего...
Просто рядом быть — ещё не вечер.
Мне с тобой и сложно и светло!
 182° 
Ram N Oodle
Dried up in the air fryer
Running like we are the forever riders
Stolen nugget in the air fryer
No permission but full of vision
To fill the feelin’ of hunger
In a night of glutton-blunder
 180° 
Brooklynn
I am the only one left
And it seems like a mighty theft
Am I the only one that cares,  
When I feel nothing in the air?
 173° 
Chameleon
Thank God for dogs.
They are always happy to see you,
and happy to give
and get love.
 154° 
Simon Bridges
When I awaken
When I hear the weave
Of Egyptian cotton
Rise and fall
                       Around your torso
When you wrap yourself
                       As an Ibis
                       And offer yourself
                       We become eternal
Whilst we worship each other
                       As Pharaohs
             The sun will continue to burn
 151° 
Izan Almira
I feel alone
in my own shell:
playing pretend,
with my smile laid out on a shelf.
I’ll study grinns until they fit my heart.
And they cover it with blinding light.
Because the darkness
became a treasure I shall only see.
I let no one grasp it,
no one touches my true self.
No wonder I feel alone
when I don’t let anyone see myself.
 138° 
Jesus' baby
Blank as snow,
my mind has resigned—
Not from frail nerves,
but from the loss of momentum.

My fingers wrestle with the pen,
my hand clings to the laptop.
Open the tap—
Let even a drop fall.

Inspire me,
that I might inspire others.

Little by little,
a mighty ocean will stir,
erupting—
Breaking every bound.

Tap the keys, O hand.
Sketch the thoughts, dear fingers.
Just let the mind ignite—
Rome will be built, for sure.

Not unaliving,
but ensuering,
a cure will be found.
 136° 
Val
Yesterday, in the afternoon i back tired,
  I slept then i wake up late
The time passed . and i am reflection in a black sky,  the white moon Is completed and that cold air as it touch my face
It was the first time i am obsessed with the moon
And its now call me every night to be it own guide
And that heavy clouds cover the moon and  it is say goodbye with a Kisses.
 133° 
Steve Page
Lift that chin, Rosa.
Lift those eyes up high.
Say to the sun, you're welcome.
Lift your face to the sky.

Lift that chin, Rosa.
Spread your arms open wide.
Tell the wind that you're ready.
And just see if you don't fly!
I have a granddaughter, Rosa.  I have a photo of her lifting her chin, with a beautiful smile.  She's a smart cookie.  She'll go far.
 128° 
MetaVerse
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 122° 
David Lessard
It's here already
one long day of sunrise and sunset
time knows no division
the very end     -      is not yet

Perhaps it will not come
but ours , it will be certain
you can be sure of that
we'll close that final curtain

So eat and drink my poet friends
be content and be merry
love and live and laugh
our life will not tarry.
our life will never tarry.
 119° 
Mya
Ego
Your wife must be lonely
With all the time you spend
Away from her
Wishing you had me
 109° 
Sadiq Tahir
My shy lover,
with her pretentious persona,
She feels but can’t express.
Marshmallow like underneath her hard shell

A free bird but her thoughts enslave,
She hurts but never retaliates
Anxious yet patience

Easy to love, harder to decipher
Not easily to in love but makes loving easy
From a total stranger
to the most familiar
Antarah will be jealous of my love for her…
#naf #other #patience #love #heartfelt
 109° 
AWURAA
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
-Jeremiah 29:11
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2Hy4_Q0G48

Hi guys, I don't always post faith based poems or content, but this is just pure Bible.
The link I have attached is to a podcast episode titled; "Intrusive thoughts.'' it was so powerful, I just had to share it with you all, and I want to bring more light to this platform, so I am going to do just that.
God bless you all, and Goodnight.
 108° 
Jasmine Marie
wayward child stumbling on brush underfoot,
through rocky understanding dash against stones

The Word I can't see for the forest or trees
despite preventative measures,
burning through time

nous welling with cataracts,
cloudy waterfalls of smoke

Hands outstretch towards me--
my own held fast to decaying matter
 108° 
Lyle
I think it's safe to say
that right now I'm doing okay
I don't feel sad
I'm not even mad
I'm not yet happy
but then again, I don't think I ever will be
I just think that right now I can truly say
I'm just doing okay.
 104° 
South-by-Southwest
The burning brands . . .
plucked from the ashes of the fire
Are the castaways
The fragments of lives
The unworthy
The heedless . . .
are priceless to the great lover of empty souls
 93° 
Zahra Ali
If I were a bird, I'd have flown
To your grave each day
Sharing grains of life.
 92° 
McKenna
The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too
 88° 
Kayden Newberry
I stare into her eyes.
I see the ocean waves.
I stare into her eyes.
I see the sky above.
I stare into her eyes.
I see the blue birds.
I stare into her eyes.
I see sapphire.
I stare into her eyes.
I see cornflowers.
I stare into her eyes.
I see life.
 87° 
AE
Last time when the dust turned blue
a new kind of rain erupted
like pellets bouncing off the ground
realizations poured over our heads
last time I laid flat on a road
and challenged the force of decisional wind
protesting the passage of time
swallowing images of mountain range
from the highest point in the city
last time I felt so dearly in love
with the color of the sky
with the way things go,
with the touch of new life
last time I got to know my own breathing
was when, just like this,
in seasonal change, fragments of old self
came to accompany on a journey
through a new day
 77° 
GR
Cursed, yet blessed.

Bright in disguise, dark in reality.

Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her  sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago.

Actually, it was all just an illusion.

Because in the darkness, she tries to come back.

Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable.

She is I, I am her.

Blessed, yet cursed.
 76° 
Karen
Soft grace from darkness
Murky pond a lotus buds
Snow begins to fall
Haiku
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