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 1176° 
Marc Morais
We built
a tower
with hands
that did not know
how to touch.

It rose,
stone by stone.
Each word was a brick.
Each silence,
the mortar.
Promises—
now vanished in the air.

We stood
at the bottom,
blaming the height
for our aches—
but the tower
was never
what broke us.
 704° 
Gary
Love ties bows
around garbage bins.

Turns losses into wins.

Brightens a sky,
shortens a queue.

Changes one into two.
 540° 
kathleen
They say it’s all in your head,
They say you’re making it up,
They say nothing is actually wrong,
They say your life could be worse
They say you’ll grow out of it,
They say it’s just doctors trying to make money,
They say all it is is you’re sad.
They say it’s all in my head… maybe it is, maybe it was.
but now it’s slowly spilling out onto my wrists.

I don’t think it’s just in my head anymore.
 500° 
onlylovepoetry
Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sense involuntarily triggers experiences in another sense. This means that people with synesthesia may see colors when they hear music, taste shapes when they read words, or feel textures when they smell certain scents. It is a rare and unique phenomenon that affects about 2-4% of the population. Synesthesia is not a disease or a mental disorder, and it does not interfere with daily life

would sell my soul
cheap very cheap
to have this kinetic
blessing

think of the life
of love’s illusions
you could sketch,
the intersection
of all the senses
in one glorious
syntax
speaking of the
synthesis
of perfection moments

to decorate ordinary existence
for others

to be a human filtering
kaleidoscope
this poet’s word~world enthralling,
mesmerizing

imagine a love poem
erupting,
the sound and the fury,
the volcanic coloring heat
upon your flushed cheeks,
the symphony of
tiny erupting pinpricks


when first you
kiss
the great love of
your life


For everyone to
understand,
persuasively share,
the exact ecstatic crystallization
of that single second as well as you…
2/23/25
 494° 
Star
Light mist, morning dew
Fragrant flowers fill the air.
Embrace me, sweet dawn.
 364° 
Liana
Dear seven year old,
Yes, there is a monster
But it’s not under your bed

The monster is in your head
But maybe it’s not even a monster
Maybe it’s just buried pain
Because they told you not to cry

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you should keep crying
Otherwise the tears will build up and flood your insides

The tears do not care for being stuck
They need to be released
Into the stars

Dear seven year old,
Yes, your plea for better times are being heard by the stars
They always will
Keep wishing on them

Wish on 11:11 too
Because to wish is to know what you want
And knowing what you want
Telling it
Makes it so much more likely to happen

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you still feel like the kid sitting under the slide and just observing life
And you’ve come to appreciate it

Observing, looking, watching p
Make all the difference
Almost as much as writing

Dear seven year old,
Write.
 363° 
Dani
A jigsaw left unsolved
Left in hiding out of frustration
Years in hiding
Only to find the last puzzle piece
Was sitting in front of me the whole time
 338° 
Words in Bloom
Tell me you’re only mine
Even if you’re lying
Look me in the eyes
Tell me you love me
And that im the only one for you
I don’t care if im delusional
As long as I feel happy again
 323° 
Taylor
i think you deserve a soft epilogue,
my love.
you are a good person
and  you've suffered enough.
 234° 
Nat Lipstadt
Dearest Patty m.,

we admire, admit to raw nailed jealousy
when we read the works superior
with the greatest worn scruffy complementary compliment
a poet
can give to
another scribe

How I wish I had written that,
those very words!


confessing before the world
with our own humility
at the daily dawning of
realization that
morning brings freshness and
insights needy for release and
aborning and the trace of humiliation
that we’ve all  ready
been breached bested
by others,
once again…

BUT
we do not bow!
no courtly arm sweeping,
back bent, at best
a nod of a head
then

privately
we gasp, rent our clothes,
throw the body flat to the floor,

observing seven days of mourning
reserved
for when we morning moan,
daylight groan and loan out our
croissant moon mooing cries to
bemused muses
in the clouds supervising,
as tears of, an admixture of,
an elixir of joy, compassion
and thus refreshed by someone’s
new infant’d christening
we *****. we resurrect, gamble,
throwing ourselves complete like dice,
in to a roll of
stunned stupor of high inspiration
and then make out best work
ever yet

but never do we bow, scrape,
bend the knee, maybe the head,
we mourn our lesser failings
and smile as we flash words
from our eyes,
stored in our mindsets,
our, my best, will
always be yielded up
next
——
addendum
———
seven years ago
in a separate guise,
he ssid it differently
maybe better?
:<•>

epilogue

read my face
incapable of,
deprivation
but how now silent
bow my head to Will
for teaching the way of words
traced upon
a fool or a king's tongue,
two too human,
so that poet may ken
his senses keener,
all for the better,
for the betterment of all
 234° 
SøułSurvivør
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL


So­ulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) September 17
2014
 213° 
kohu
my blue veins pulse, life
throbbing, aching, red spilling
i crave, the cutting
a haiku
 199° 
apricot
Please, get out of my head
Please I am begging you
Leave
I don't need you here
But I do
I want you
Just you.
But it's your fault
I can't shut up about you
Please, get out of my head
I don't want you anymore
You can't make up your mind
Because I can't
It seems
It's only filled with you
Like all others did,
I want you to leave
But, I'm stuck with you
And you're stuck with me
I want you
Just you
No one else invading my head
I've gone crazy
Because you aren't in my head
I'm in yours
I've gone crazy
Because you don't want me
The way
I want you.
This is literally what my love life is currently wth
 197° 
Nellie 55
Darling you've stolen the sun, it's in your smile. I felt the light through the cracks in my heart, that sweet breath you've given me. I wish you were here to accompany me. If the world forced my soul to fight, I'd look at your smile that gave me the light. No rules in a war, just somethings you can't ignore. Even if you've lost everything, your attention gave me strength to keep fighting. You're such a beautiful place to be, my ounce of happiness to keep me breathing! Darling please don't leave me. I'm running to safety, will you please bring me?
 195° 
alit
Since We  
Happen to like the same music genre 🫣👀

Here’s a few songs to keep your chin
Up

And also just got good music taste in my veins too just sayin soooo  

I gotta share a few

1.) That Mexican OT - Point of em out
2.) Future - Super Trapper
3.) Swisher Blackwood- Young Nudy
4.) Who do you love - Yg
5.) Future - Ocean
6.) G Herbo- Flashbacks
7.) PartyNextDoor - No Fuss 🥰 ( lmk what you think )
We just both happen to like the same music :)
 193° 
Vesper
It feels like as soon as I say a word
It's examined
Looked over
And they find something wrong with it
Why are they all so sensitive?
You look to be happy to escape the sadness
And seek inner peace to run from the madness
You sprint towards pleasure so pain will not reach you
You wish to be free so you don’t follow through
With any commitments, you don’t think that freedom
Is simply a tool to build your own kingdom
But all craftsmen know that to build anything
You take wood from the woods and you alchemise You look to be happy to escape the sadness
And seek inner peace to run from the madness
You sprint towards pleasure so pain will not reach you
You wish to be free so you don’t follow through
With any commitments, you don’t think that freedom
Is simply a tool to build your own kingdom
But all craftsmen know that to build anything
You take a saw and some wood and you alchemise it
You may not want this, but this is where truth lies
When you reject half of life, the other half dies.
Just a bus poem
 189° 
Iska
Unrelatedly,
I’ve lost my appetite.
•not a cry for help. Just a thought that flit through my mind some months ago•
 183° 
zoe
I remember the day you told me you loved me
I thought you did,
But you didn't.

You never loved me
I was stupid to think you did
You never loved me.

I remember when you called it over
With a simple word,
Sorry.

Every time I hear that word
That stupid word,
I break down.
 174° 
Nat Lipstadt
~ for Rob Rutledge -
@ 6:15am
~~~~~
we all are living, reading and writing,
paycheck to paycheck
even if by happenstance, our bellies full,

for the white sheets we lay our words
down and upon, our supporters of
ids and egos of egg shell thin lifes
are the bare emptied shelves
of our unending, still ongoing
pandemic pandemonium,
razing times
of eroding joys

the sheets are blank, but our souls
wearied, helmed and whelmed
by the unending of the unexpected
that demands, orders and commands,
no matter what
pour it out blasting
unleashing the rage
compelled, compiled,
completely compulsing
we
selves ordered to compose

giving form and firmament
to our vaporous innards,
releasing new oxygen from
the tides inside and without,
clashing ideas, irregular notions
that demand we poets responsible
for reconciliation and auditing for
human truths

we awake barren but weighty,
the emotions are rustling in the
now daily, common,
mighty metors of gusts of higher winds,
spreading fire and measles to spite,
not despite
our fragile failings & flailings

oh goodness and grace,
let that be the colors of
our skin, our face,
essay on, sashay with a
swinging motion,
yes, rhyme and rhythm

and deliver us with words
so soft, they shatter the
gloomy desperation of
what confronts our entirety,
when the terrors of our
sleeping dreams cannot be
differentiated from the
sad eyed waking
ones

so write, and right,
these troubled times,
when trolls, dragons
and yet unnamed monsters
seek to take away our
tiny green planet, watered,
seeded and plentiful fruited
plains enough to satisfy us all

if we are so emboldened to choose
all of us over our lonely selfish selfs
6:15am
Tuesday
close by
the Ides of March
(1)some words recently received and rescreted
 170° 
Adriana
Between the faces all pale with grief
She stands - a woman amongst the
ravens
My darling, she wears white to funerals
So in her wedding dress she'll be buried

Heeds no hate to others' disapproval
In my mind I've made her a deity
When I kiss her it's a silent prayer
Under the altar where we married
 161° 
jim moore
You saw it coming,
you knew it
I had my chance,
I blew it
You held my hand
We walked to the edge

I couldn’t jump
A missed opportunity that I wish I had the chance to do over.
 158° 
Suyeong Lee
Children are like flowers

You need to treat them with care
Or else the petals will tear

They need your sweat, tears, and blood
But too much water leads to a flood

All of them are different
Yet they share the same beauty
In fact, they are all just cuties

It’s hard to keep them in tune
But in the end it’s all worth it when they bloom
Hi, my name is Susan. I wrote this poem after I had a little argument with my mother, who I love dearly, I wanted to be in her shoes and see myself in her point of view. This is my first poem, and I guess I wanted to express motherhood in my sight.
Do you think I'll cry if I lose your love?
My heart is a rock; my friend is a dove.

So I stay strong no matter the tension,
I'm unmoved by whatever you mention.

Like a dove, I'll always embrace your peace,
I'll be true to you like a fine timepiece.

When you're finally back to your senses,
Your grief won't be part of my expenses.

Giving peace of mind like a cool sea breeze,
I won’t chase a love that fades with such ease.
 154° 
Sunamin Tamang
She Said,
"I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And now…
Time is gone.
Time is gone."
~
& after all, what did he reply?
 153° 
Clay Micallef
When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M
 152° 
David P Carroll
On David's day our
Beloved daffodils will sway
And the little will play all day
In field and vale the banners
Fly with pride and we will
Stand tall and proud
On Saint David's day our
Beloved day ans with
Songs of old the nation's
Love implied we celebrate our
Favourite day as laughter
Fills the air around Wales
With courage drawn from faith
We find our will and
Together wrapped in the
Warmth we stand as one
Welsh and proud so let's us
Stsnd united hand in hand and we'll
Celebrate the heart of Saint David's Day
So God bless all us Welsh on
Saint David's Day.
Saint David's Day
Wales
 124° 
Craig Strong
Dude, do you realize that you used the word dude
like three times in the same sentence, dude.

who does that?
 124° 
Rocky Abraham
Just our brief conversation

December 11, 2025, and beyond—

Me: Why do you have to be the moon?
When you can be a star with your own light!

You: Sometimes, when the light is out, I feel okay just being the moon :).

Me: You are more beautiful than the moon—if only everyone on Earth knew. Why? Because the moon shifts, but you stay—always in sight.

You: I'm perfectly content if not everyone knew. I'm in sight for the loved ones, the ones dear to me.

Me: I've observed you a lot; I wish I could have understood you, even just once!

You: Just like the stars, they don’t know whether they’re being watched. They are indeed hard to understand, for they are thousands of zillions of miles away from Earth... from where you are.

Defta, do you know?
You're scribbling on my heart—with a love that leaves me struggling to keep up.

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.
Just our brief conversation
 118° 
Samyuktha
I've read all the beautiful words in the world,
Yet none are as sweet as your name.
 106° 
JIGGYTHELASTBENDER
A gentle heart gotta pettle like daffidol,
A broken heart paint the words like million hills.
I'm so Dame far from the thrills I'm in Europe still . So I thank God.
He left them paused
He let them rob
He let them steal
Just to see what they were made of
It's not family til break up
The bread is taxed with old slugs
My room the only pay cut
I use to sit inside myself like ....
I wonder if wai-ted
For me to leave
And still I breath ...
And yet I dream
It's okay because one day you will re-read.
Now your in Europe with your own place not wondering what to eat
It hurts but I'm further then what they could believe
 104° 
Eduardo Edmundo
If I could,
I would sleep with Juliet
with Romeo watching


Almada
 104° 
vienna bombardieri
As the last
petal
      falls
from the stem
of
    your beautiful heart,
I will
catch  
         it
then own  
in my hands,  

              the most
        tenderest
                       part  
of your
          ALL !
 103° 
Mike Adam
Old battered hat
Skin of my skin

Over the years
We have become the same
 100° 
atifaydinturanli
Days' work vanishing into
Hauntings of what could have been
The cold truth unfolding
Only then you begin realizing
A disappointment has set sail
unto the sea of your thoughts
 99° 
Traveler
As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe

Be careful what you believe
Your soul is always free!
TT
A story I once read when I was down.
Make yourself and turn your life around!
 98° 
Soul Unknown
There's an old boulder over the cliff,
a grave for wingless flight-wish birds
above the tiring sea and endless reef
As shallow as a neck snapped failure.
Sorry this one is so depressing. Its just the way I feel most days of late.
 98° 
Persephone II
She cracked
Shattered that day
That day eons ago
Leaving a shadow
That grew roots
Roots that grew deep
Deeper
Within her blood
Blood and bones
Etching tattoos
and scars
That she did not
Did not know how to heal
 92° 
Hlelolwenkosi
Him
In my world
Your absence is an offensive crime
As my heart is under arrest
And only your presence can bail me out
Just found out his absent at school
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