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 1303° 
J
The sea is a man who takes without asking
bruising you endlessly, soft as undertow
His touch a quiet violence
Yet still people come, drawn to the light
the shimmer of morning sun on water
The glint of shells and sea glass bright
Seeing only the beauty, the grace
not what lurks beneath the surface
The sea knows how to hit
To drag you back and carve his name deep
A quiet ache left in the wake of water
Salt water slips into the cracks
Spreads like fingers on skin
Darkening every place it touches
he takes what he wants and leaves what he likes
her pain eroding into the shore
and while the tide still hurts
and the salt still bites
she can do nothing but
whisper defiance
into the night
 783° 
Geof Spavins
Silent tears fall,
Heart feels heavy,
Mind in turmoil,
Darkness surrounds,
Hope seems distant,
Lost and alone,
Searching for light,
Fighting the shadows,
Strength within,
Rising again.
 468° 
Maimoona Tahir
To debark the root of evi,
l was lead to myself,
Was in ecstacy at that time so it was hard to tell,
I had fallen below that of an ****,
My loyalties had changed and so had my heart
No matter how much I weave it again
This spiders web Is in distain
Turned an tossed, left to rot
My selfish desires invoke no guilt
Now that I can not flee from the web that I have built
 426° 
jules
the world’s got a habit
of chewing you up,
spitting you out
like a bad cigarette.
it doesn’t care
how many dreams you’ve got,
how many scars
you’ve earned.

people will smile at you,
talk about hope
like it’s something you can hold in your hands,
but they never mention
how it slips through your fingers
like sand
and disappears
before you can even grab it.

they tell you
there’s always a way out—
but you know better,
don’t you?
the exits are all locked
and the keys
are hidden in places
nobody bothers to look.

so you drink,
you smoke,
you **** up again and again,
and maybe you smile,
but it’s a lie,
a desperate lie,
just like everything else
they told you.

the truth?
the truth is,
no one’s coming to save you,
no one’s going to rewrite the rules,
no one’s going to put you back together
after you break.

you’ll just keep going,
because what else is there?
and the world will keep spinning,
chewing,
spitting,
until you’re nothing
but dust in its mouth.
 393° 
Maya Fields
you never know what they may be
going through,
because that smile and shine in their eyes
could be
hiding in the shallow shadows of their soul
a burning pit filled with darkness and disgust
looking in the mirror.
so be nice and treat them right.
 331° 
A Poet
The crinkle by your eye,
red flustered cheeks,
when your sly smiles starts to rise,
warms my soul.

Keep smiling, keep laughing,
your happiness, a buzzball of fun.
Invigorating, inviting & pure.
filling this world with delight.

Smile, always smile and be happy.
 306° 
Farah Taskin
I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
Gaza  is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and
bleeding
When will they end the occupation
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
I can't take this anymore
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
 275° 
Amour de Monet
My darling,
Your eyes look so weary.
My darling,
You are fading softly.

Three days you’ve been awake -
Boxing memories and keepsakes.
Taking on the world all on your own,
But i’m right here, you’re not alone

Let me bear all of this weight you keep.
Close your eyes love, let yourself sleep
So
That's okay then
you'll call me
when you want to then

meanwhile
I should smile
to hide the tears
then?
 203° 
Dennis Willis
X
I'm stalling
always stalling
won't even
can't nope
ain't doing it
not even
knowin' y
 164° 
Pax
I've been tickled
By reality
Laughing at
my lonesome life
My ugly truth to some, I think.
Yet I stop caring, me forever more...
 155° 
Boris
This dusk
speaks of everything
I cannot express
 150° 
Vlad Tudor
Your wish is to love me
And mine's to stop.
Cause I've been longing
And it didn't cease one drop.

Build unreal feelings
While I bury my true ones.
And we both look somewhere else
But then we realise:

The night’s majestic,
The stars above shine,
They're pale to the memory
Which flicker much too high.

God, we both exist on Mars,
The war of deaf, the clash of souls.
It's an enticing paradise
Which only the two of us can walk

It's limbo, Dante called it
You run but you don't move.
And again we're chatting
The real meaning is mute.
 132° 
Scarlet McCall
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you...
oops. Have to get another daisy...
"He loves me/he loves me not" might be an important question, but the more important question is: Who do you love?
 131° 
layla
I post these poems online

Not because they're good

But to keep a memoir of my thoughts

To look back on and be understood
as long as my living presence lingers on this planet my brain will be misunderstood
 126° 
Larry Berger
fog
fog dampens
the irritation
of a barking dog,
that's what I like
about fog
 124° 
jesse kowalski
“I felt there was no
point in telling
anyone anything
that was happening
inside of me.”

Once I saw that,
I felt my purpose in
life had been fulfilled.

Once I realised that
I may be the main character
in my life and the background
in someone else’s, I rejoiced.
The “someone else” being my
best friend.

Once I know that I will depart their lives in either one day or one year, life becomes so much easier.
this is from a while ago but i keep returning to this feeling like it’s home, somehow
 116° 
Francie Lynch
What flies higher and faster than an eagle;
Can move underwater in distances greater than a whale,
And quicker than a shark;
On land, makes the chetah look immobile;
Can burrow deeper, and more effectively than a mole;
Is more powerful than elephant, rhino or bear;
Has a higher perspective than a giraffe;
And presents with more audacity than a monkey;
Yet has the discerning powers of a gnat,
And the future longevity of a fruit fly?
 114° 
n
a cataract of emotion overflowing.
there’s no end in sight.
no wet floor signs.
no life jackets.

i’ve always had a problem pouring too much.
spilling my guts on the floor,
making a mess of it all,
waiting to see how far i could possibly -
fall.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

my cup is empty and still it never ends.
the water on the floor is turning to ice.
it’s getting colder and colder -
i’m running further and further.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

i’ll keep trying to run.

-
 105° 
penpen21
A flannel
is cool on the face

A flannel
Can mop up spilt milk

A flannel
A bathroom essential

If I had a flannel
for every sad day

I could open
a flannel shop
 93° 
Elliott
The feel of the books pages
That fresh new book smell, almost like smelling a good bowl of soup
As I read it seems to play in my mind like a movie
The story beautiful
The words feel like my own
But I snap back to reality
It’s not my story
And once again I’m finding comfort in the pages of someone else’s story.
Written on 12/17/24 inspired from a friend's phrase "Finding Comfort in the Pages of Someone Else's Story"
 80° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Now,
This moment,
Que sera sera,
The next moments are not to be seen.
18/12/2024
 78° 
Yairis
Un te amo fue suficiente para darme cuenta de que todo lo que quería contigo nunca sería nada. Solo te fuiste y no volví a saber de ti. No dormí por días. Conté las estrellas que me recordaban a tus pecas. Pensando en lo que pudimos ser, lo que pudimos haber tenido. Por mucho que me resistí, terminé olvidándote. Ese te amo se volvió un "¿Eres tú?" cuando te encontré con otra persona.
No no no
 77° 
Emma
In the gray it dwells,
shades of sorrow, hues of joy,
eyes paint what they feel.

Between dark and light,
truth bends to our weary hearts,
colors shift with moods.

A storm clouds the mind,
turning clear skies into ash,
world shaped by our fears.

Yet hope’s golden glow,
softens shadows, clears the haze,
brightens all we see.

Feelings weave the veil,
through which life unfolds its face,
mine lies in between.
Sometimes I don't feel or see colour's rather shades of in-between black and white.
 74° 
heidi
Breathe in right away
Lungs expanding with each breath
A taste of fresh air
 70° 
mads
My brain has been torn apart
Crumpled together
And smeared across the billboards of my timeline
My heart shredded and trampled on
My body has seen torments and tortures
That parents fear and
Don’t understand the possibility.
I was told it was my fault.
Every action had its cause.
Every act of terror had its reason.
Me.

But it was never my fault.

I wasn’t the reason I hated this thigh,
Or this skin
Or these bones.
Or this brain
This way of thinking.

Nothing was ever wrong with me.
 69° 
Moss
i don't know what to say
when u say u miss me
do u miss the pain?
the sorrow?
u miss the comfort in our suffering
 65° 
Mark Bell
The man who
Invented
Scrabble died,
Was it natural
Or third degree
Put the words
Down. maybe.
Numbers attached
To letters
place
Them on a board
Put them on a
Triple just to
Boost your score.
Double was the trouble
Triple always red
Then one day a word
Did play
Fantastically high of
Score
Scrabble man had
Heart attack
He can’t play no more
 64° 
Taylor
Am i the sun ?
were you the sea?
guess were just a recycled tragedy
( Icarus died with the taste of the sun on his lips)
(you died with the taste of mine on yours )
- he fell for freedom, you fell for me, i fell for history
       ( WE'RE JUST THE SAME ****** STORY )
 63° 
Michael
All that’s left is the rotting dead
A putrid offense to the senses
Devoid of all life that defined it,
Where the carrion feeders
Thrive in their stench -
Until there’s nothing left
нарушается размер, в общем.
вид заблюрен — это глаз порчен.
лица встречные кисель смазал,
кто из города изъял пазл?

вместо улицы  — дыра-яма.
звуки песни. так поет карма.
кролик белый, как ты здесь взялся,
это ты за мной всю жизнь гнался?

мой секрет и не секрет — полость.
мой привет тебе — совет бросить
все привычки, —  существо боли,
что ты хочешь от меня кролик?

в чем депеша и донос зерен,
в том, что я как все? как все болен.
полицейская свистит карма.
одинокая дыра дара:

рыбой петь собой глухим песни,
пузырём воздушным плыть вместо
точек жизни на ветру в веках
узнавать в себе чело - века.

лезет-колет слепоты легкость.
прыгай кролик ты в мою полость.
перейдем через дыру-яму,
полицейскую возьмем карму.

19.12.2024
 63° 
Vik
I breath in the toxins
Red and White roses
Nothing is still
The smoke is unreal
Walking cation
Really won't move
My body's broken
Stabbing circles above the moon
Ground is shaking
Distance flaking
Moments don't exist when reality's a bliss
A dream of not be there
A calming scare
Mixing nights with lonely fights and stary blankets with a tear
A tone
One and only hard back-bone
And I'm cut off
On a street alone
such a motionless zone
 57° 
Traveler
The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.
Traveler Tim
 56° 
Bree17
hey guess what
i won











i really did love you more
i don't think you ever loved me
and the chance that you did
and yet you still did this
hurts me even more
You promised me a lifetime
I guess a lifetime means to you less than a year
I remember all the times
You whispered "till infinity" inside my ear
"It's over" didn't mean anything to you more than mere words
But for me, it was the end; the final stab of the sword
It hurt, oh, it hurt. Weeks on end, I wondered if I had made a mistake
I gave you my heart and you stabbed it with a stake
I cried and cried till there were no longer tears left to cry
Then I admitted to myself that that Lifetime was goodbye.
Took me a long time to admit it to myself - hope you all can relate
 49° 
Nat Lipstadt
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Dear New Poet:

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with hallelujahs

                                         together
love to chat & encourage new poets
 44° 
Elizabeth Kelly
Uh oh

Here we go

Everyone look out below

Is it sickness?

I suppose.

Baby fever’s

Got my nose.
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