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 1476° 
Marc Morais
The pears
bend the
crooked branches—
flushed
and drowsy
with sugar.

The juice waits
for something—
for its skin
to be bruised,
for a mouth
to bite in,
and when done
waiting—
suffer the wind
do what must
be done.
 392° 
Mary Huxley
I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.
 321° 
SøułSurvivør
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the earth isn't flat
like paper
it is an origami crane



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
 316° 
Eniyans
A thread of wonder weaves through my mind,
As I ponder the what-ifs, the paths left uncharted
What if this life had unfolded elsewhere?
Would love have found me, or would hate have been there?

Would peace have been my companion, or would it have fled?
The questions swirl, like autumn leaves on a windy thread.
Yet, in this moment, I am here, not there.
 311° 
aviisevil

I spiral, and
I burn

'round and
'round

trying to catch
the sun

How I try to
become

someone you'd
know

but I'm not the
one

The days grow
old

the nights come
undone

There's so much
to forget

about the things
I never learned

The knives twist
and turn

the scars weave
and have spun

My tears, old
and young

'round and
'round

I spiral, and
I burn

trying to catch
the sun


 308° 
Sia Harms
The lanterns flickered out
One by one.
With every step down the lane,
I left behind
All the darkness I had let light
Up my life.
 247° 
Thomas W Case
Alive
Too young to care
Busy with living loud
Born on the wind, my youth flew by
Quickly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read poetry from my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.

A cinquain is a form of poetry. 5 lines with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables.
available on Amazon.com
 220° 
Samantha
"Enjoy your own company"
Is easy advice
When it isn't the only option.

"Learn to love yourself"
Is a lot easier
When you aren't the only source.

We are social creatures
But maybe there's a reason
The most successful say they're lonely.
Maybe coming to believe
Evolution has finally grown beyond
The measly confines of needing others
Is our inevitable future.

Or maybe,
Now is just a season
To be in your own company
So the next will be so much more appreciated.
 216° 
Mary Huxley
If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.
 216° 
Leanne
It’s like you took out my soul and etched your name on it.
I wouldn’t trade it for any other moment.
The etch where your name is, there’s also a heart.
I would have let you put it there right from the start.
The feeling I felt—I knew it that night.
I knew that I would fall in love and feel just right.
I don’t say “I love you” and randomly give it away.  
So, for me to tell you I love you, I need and want you to stay.  
It’s like our souls connected the first night.
Then we sealed our souls with a kiss that felt wonderful and amazingly right.
I feel it deep down in my soul, right where your name is etched as if it were gold.
I know that my feelings for you will never grow old.
My heart beats so perfectly in sync,
Right within the rhythm of yours, as if they are linked.
I feel like together we are the best mix.
My soul and yours surely know what to fix.
Just so you know, if you haven’t already,
I’ll etch my name on your soul, true and steady
So you can carry me with you when we are apart.
Don’t forget, beside it I’ll even etch a sweet  heart.
All my love 💓
Leanne
RL❣️
 205° 
Salwa
Everything happens just so we can feel
And when we lose that
We lose everything
Because that is what humans are made of
Emotion
When we are deprived of that
we are nothing.
We are nothing but melancholic spirits
Translating our own sorrow into poetry
Our own pain into art.
 189° 
CJ Sutherland
Fit    For Survival

                               I’m   Off  Balance    Life.   ASKEW

                 It’s.   Me or You.    Go



Inspired Song;

Off Balance
By Victor Ray YouTube 2023


Modern Haiku
17 syllables
arranged in 3 lines
Containing 5-7-5 syllables
BLT webster’s word of the day challenge
3-5-25 ASKEW
ESKEW  means not straight or at an angle and can be used  
both as as both an adjective and an adverb
Bonus Word
WONKY
Wonky British English: is used as a synonym  of ASKEW
Both unsteady  shaky, awry wrong
 176° 
Meg Thompson
the noise is gone
and so is all the clutter
I worked through it all
and came out from under the rain
you opened the door
you gave the space
you gave the time
I'm finally free
 164° 
Taylor
Wake up
Shower
Pretend it's ok
Work through this
The day
Wake up
It's ok
To cry
And remember the
Days
The days that made you smile and remember that it's not already like today. It's just another day
 154° 
Yonah Jeong
before the child is married
parent knows best

after they get married
spouse knows better.
 141° 
William J Donovan
We grow old in love
fall apart with age
I'm a broken dove
turn the final page.
 134° 
Coliwe
I lay my eyes upon the sky,
Where the depths of my soul lie.
A tired, fragile soul—
Longing to escape the misery of it all.

Oh heavens, take my breath as yours,
Draw me into a realm where peace endures.
A haven free of these binding chains,
Etched so deep within my brain.

A prison I ache to leave behind,
Yet a home that soothes my mind.
I am nothing but a wandering soul,
Drifting, seeking its next north.
 133° 
fasna
she wasn't a pacific ocean to tackle
she was just a serene river
flowing gently through the valleys
with grace that whispered peace
it's a thing that usually happens around us women are seen a thing to controlled tackled or owned but in reality she is just a simple thing need a gentle hand to hold her strong enough to protect her, understand her, give comfort, grow with her, respect her, and give colors to each other's life
 125° 
Kezexxe
I will fight,
Through the highs and lows,
I will ignite,
'Til my heartbeat slows,
And you will see,
The fire in my heart,
The middle of the fight you will be,
You will feel the heat of my spark,
And I will fight,
After days you will worry,
But now you will know, I have found whats right,
So now, I will fight, until my vision grows blurry.
 116° 
Mrs Timetable
Darkness
So dark
You see light
From the inside
Of your dreams
Hope
 106° 
DEVENDER Kumar
SLAVERY
choice of every economy
 101° 
JRF
Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.
A poem for my lovely, lovely husband. Almost 25  years now.  He is a good soul that I so love and appreciate.
 93° 
Parker
my life has become lighter, now that the sun kisses my skin.
gentle and warm, a soft hug on the coldest days.
a sweet reminder of the light in my soul.

the sun is where you are,
the softness in my life.
i think youll be my muse for awhile, my love
 90° 
Cayleigh
It hurts…

It hurts to look in the mirror
And see the thin white strands cross my leg

It hurts to see my ribs in the mirror
When I look at myself

It hurts to look at my face
To see tears falling and the bags below my eyes

It hurts to see the blade
When i close my eyes

It hurts to think about the blade
To feel the urge to find it

It hurts
It hurts
it hurts

But it hurts way more to stop
But it hurts way more to be clean
But it hurts way more to see the scale tick up’

something hurts
and it hurts way more
there is probably some grammatical errors.
 76° 
Adrian Ware
Everything has a shelf life
Everything comes to a end
Friendships, relationships, guardianships
All the ships shall sail
And once they do, you are merely left with memories
We often try to relive them
but life isn't meant to repeat itself
At least not within the same person's lifespan
We must learn to live in the present, cherish every second
Seeing how we can't predict or control the future
We know that one thing remains certain
One life-time is enough if lived with adventure
Life is no exception, it to comes to an end
The best we can do is make amends with all decisions
 76° 
Lyle
You screamed this morning
Now my makeup is running
Look. You ruined me.
 75° 
Hamilz Malilz
The sun dabs the morning's blue canvas
with its golden bristles of dawn, stroking warm tones
and announcing an old new beginning on the horizon.

The morning breeze nudges playful clouds,
sending each gliding on the canvas, where the sun's gentle taps anoint them with warmth.

Beneath, the foliage waves,
marveling at the unfolding canvas, their limbs reaching out
                     to bask
                     in the sun's eternal, quiet
                     masterpiece.
 74° 
Henry
She is an angel, no one knows the way
Across the bridge of thread that she weaves.
They fall, burdened by the price they must pay,
And like bloated corpses, her soul grieves.
Sin and sinner alike, she saves me still.
She is an angel seen by none but me.
Inspired by a passage in Silent Hill
 72° 
Ruby
I sigh in relief as the Green Man comes
His leafy mane rustled to the song of the wind.
What was dead here is no more.
Replaced with mother nature's spawn.
Re-birth activated by his presence.
The Nights are now lighter
and
Nature is now brighter.
Why thank you Green man
for you have come
and saved us from Winter Slum.
Inspired by the folklore tale of the Greenman, my professor provoked this poem out of me.
 64° 
Blakely P
Not until you left
Not until you left did I realize I truly liked you
Not until you left did I realize I couldn't imagine my life with you
Not until you told me at the gates that you would leave someday
Not until I realized I would never like someone the way I liked the one that got away
A very rough draft but I just wanted to post something for the first time here
 60° 
Edward Hynes
The house is getting on in years, I know it needs a few repairs,
And I won’t deny there’s dust in every room.

But I still can’t calm my fears they’ll use The Bomb to sweep the
   stairs,
When really all that’s needed is a dustpan and a broom.
Attempting humor in the midst of disaster.
Who's knocking at my window?
I hear you while I sleep!
Who dare disturb my own slumber!
Oh, it's just the birds,
The wind and the trees.
Still I resent my bed,
For the world wakes us for a reason.
Every startle in the night, every knock with no one there, and every call of your name in an empty room is the very soul of this world trying to keep you on the right path. You just have to listen.
 59° 
Geof Spavins
Words like whispers fly,
Dreams unfold in silent night,
Hearts dance in moonlight.
 54° 
AndresAjala
1400s,
in the depths
of Ireland.

Two souls wandered
through life,
with love forever misplaced.

Two souls in sorrow,
two souls in sin,
marked by fate,
forgotten by time.

Tormented souls,
bent but not broken
by the weight of life.

Souls of love,
seeking another love
to call their own.

Until one day,
destiny brought them together.

One day,
they swore an oath.

"You will guard me
from the dangers
of the earthly realm.

But I will guard you
from your mind,
from the spiritual.”

And together we shall
guard each other
from the ghosts
of the past.

Where will my soul wander?
I will protect you.
 52° 
Dr Peter Lim
I never tire  
of this most travelled land
there a million times I've travelled
still I long to return-

  in the remote I live alone
to others unknown:
this is my heart and home
all that I call my own
 50° 
Nicolette
If only I could stare into your deep blue eyes forever,
that I might get a glimpse into your soul.

If you'd dance with me once more,
so I can feel your hands on my waist.

If you kiss me just once,
I'm afraid you'd make me believe in love.
 49° 
Karen
When the heart sings,
I listen,
I know love is near .
 48° 
Gbenga A
the weight of the tie
around my neck
and the quivers of my jaw
from what I've said.
a flock sits with downturned heads
and the wolves stand, with mocking hands.

as easily as the pencil glides
over the ****** page,
so also it is for the written to blossom
like forget-me-nots in the slanting rain.

Today,
the heavens wrote me
on the wrong end
where the ground is filled with spit
and the sky, grey with the angst
of mourning heads.

Tomorrow,
the writing would not be the same
and I would be
at the right end.
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