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 6562° 
Golden Flower
Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
 1111° 
Thomas W Case
I woke up with
A sore back, and
stepped in cat
***** when my
feet hit the floor.
I turned on the
radio, and My Favorite
Things was playing,
the John Coltrane
version.
It reminds me of
rainy July nights.

I make some coffee,
And check the book sales.
Hey, I got a couple in
India, and the coffee tastes
right.

I take it as it comes.
Black and true, like
Steinbeck's bones.
Don’t forget about the
goings of mice and men.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw
 834° 
Heavy Hearted
“Too Little Too Late but we don’t say no
”
Why is it too much to feel?
I thought you had always known,
isn’t what scares you what makes it real?
Away, solemnly, while I now go,
a fleeting dispositions appeal;
too little too late; I still say so
as were crushed beneath the wheel.
not meant to be, when we’re not enough,
half of every truth, a hand to cuff-
Too Little Too Late but we can’t say no,
what prospects can you see?
If we both see it comin’ but still don’t go,
It’s not far enough for me;

Too little too late but we can’t talk about, the rite of ritual haze
1 on 1; start putting out, dance to dazzle and daze,
Addicted to, know I’ve become, ourselves lost in the maze
of
Burnt paper fingers,carpeted hallways,as
our heavy heads still tour the room-
tie my right hand to the ride,
too little too late, but never too soon
found poetry from too little too late, the song and prose sorce by emily haines
 748° 
Lupus-
All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end
 686° 
Kian
This latter stage of life unfolds—  
so distant now from dreams once gold.  
Each sunset sinks, each storm is crossed,  
and whispers still of Loved and Lost.  

The days ahead, though yet unwritten,  
hold no warmth, no solace given.  
I stand beneath the waning sun,  
and find no comfort—  
there is none.
 663° 
Vuyiwe
It all fell apart,
To fall in place
 526° 
Maria Etre
I got stuck
in a plot
                                        t
w
                              i                    
                                                s
                  t

and it made
me

A) Dizzy
B)  Sick
C) Light-headed
D) Aware

............(Answer)..............
 459° 
Omotesando
I might be somewhat egoistic
I could be very indiscreet
I might be rude – just by statistics
And just insensitive a bit.

I might be full of flaws, my dear
I can regret some things I do
But I have one good trait, it's here:
I just can't stop my thoughts of you.

If I offended you, my deity
Please, have some mercy and forgive
My heart of steel is slowly melting
So now it has some love to give.
 350° 
Kian
The world does not stop.  
Its hands grind the hours to dust,  
indifferent, relentless,  
a machine that tears beauty from its roots.  

They pave over wildness,  
turn green to gray,  
and laugh as they vanish into cities  
built to collapse.  

And I hate them for it—  
for the way they pass by  
what remains,  
too blind to see the tender rebellion  
of a wildflower rising through cracked stone,  
the stillness of a hill beneath an endless sky.  

At fifty-five miles per hour,  
they reduce the infinite to a blur,  
a place they will never touch.  

But I love the quiet, the overlooked.  
The way moss clings to damp stone,  
the faint pulse of water through soil,  
the hum of life in a field mouse’s frantic dash.  

A single blade of grass,  
standing unbroken beneath the frost,  
carries more grace than the world  
they call progress.  

For I, too, am a speck of dust,  
being ground down by causality,  
spun within the great indifference  
of all that moves and does not see.  

And yet I persist—  
a small thing against the weight,  
an ember clutching at its warmth,  
a whisper in the deafening void.  

I want to scream,  
not to stop the world,  
but to make them see.  
To make them hear the voice of moss,  
the whisper of grass,  
the soft rebellion of the unnoticed.  

I want them to kneel  
and lay their palms to the ground,  
to feel what still endures beneath them—  
not in grandeur,  
but in the quiet things  
that will outlast their noise.  

Let them say I was hollow.  
Let them call me bitter, or ruined.  
But let them know this:  
Every fragile thing that stood defiant  
held a piece of me within it,  
a weight to steady its roots,  
a breath to fan its fire.  

And when they forget,  
as they always will,  
I will remain in the places they passed,  
small and unseen,  
but unbroken.
 317° 
Nostalgia
When all is done and I become with the stars,
Will you remember me?
For I have accomplished nothing,
Can you remember me?
I hurt you and you hurt me,
After all that, will you still remember me?
If I can't even remember myself,
Will you still remember me?
 248° 
Sharissa
It took losing you to realize, I want you
It look losing you to realize I have been a fool to you
It look losing you to see it was my own fault
That I was pushing the car to go overboard.

It may be broken and hard to salvage
But I intend on working hard to bring it back from its garbage
For even trash and broken things can turn out even more beautiful than it was in beginning
I promise you,this would not be our story's ending.

I didn't see the vision of the life we could build
I was consumed by all the bitterness that I didn't search within
You were trying to save me
Yet I constantly rejected it
As if you meant nothing to me at all.

I was a fool to ever let you go
I did damage to you that you never deserved
I'm trying my best to pull myself together
So I can get another chance at building that life you so desired.

The journey back to you would take alot, no doubt
But let me prove to you I can handle the load
And make you proud one day of being your girl.
 203° 
DKN
Your silent surrender
awakens the core of my being
Your beautiful eyes
they are the keys to my soul
they open me from within
Your talk is weak
but your voice is strong and heard
I don’t deserve this life of mine
but you certainly do
 192° 
Satvik gupta
We ran out of us !
 175° 
Mike Adam
Sixty years of
Blood
Sweat
Ink

Perhaps today
Something good
 170° 
Black Branches
We are as moral
as we are able to be,
just never forget the principles.
 169° 
ƞenay
Like the wind stroking leaves, causing it falling from the tree.

Like water kissing fire, extinguishing it suddenly.

Like snow touching ground, melting slowly.

Like the moon meeting the sun, covering it completely.

So was your love, poisoning me intentionally.

Trusting blindly, while you consumed my soul cruelly.

My heart surrendering passionately, only to be destroyed fiercely.

My mind embracing loneliness, determining my destiny.

                                               *ƞ.Ü
 167° 
KATIE BARNETT
The hurt I can't touch
Shortens breaths
Widens gray-green eyes and forces
Bitter, stubby toes to curl
It moves me
And I bear it
It takes words away
And forces others
It winces and worries
The hurt I can't touch is to much
Un baiser sur mon front ! un baiser, mĂȘme en rĂȘve !
Mais de mon front pensif le frais baiser s'enfuit ;
Mais de mes jours taris l'été n'a plus de sÚve ;
Mais l'Aurore jamais n'embrassera la Nuit.

Elle rĂȘvait sans doute aussi que son haleine
Me rendait les climats de mes jeunes saisons,
Que la neige fondait sur une tĂȘte humaine,
Et que la fleur de l'Ăąme avait deux floraisons.

Elle rĂȘvait sans doute aussi que sur ma joue
Mes cheveux par le vent écartés de mes yeux,
Pareils aux jais flottants que sa tĂȘte secoue,
Noyaient ses doigts distraits dans leurs flocons soyeux.

Elle rĂȘvait sans doute aussi que l'innocence
Gardait contre un désir ses roses et ses lis ;
Que j'Ă©tais Jocelyn et qu'elle Ă©tait Laurence,  
Que la vallée en fleurs nous cachait dans ses plis.

Elle rĂȘvait sans doute aussi que mon dĂ©lire
En vers mélodieux pleurait comme autrefois ;
Que mon cƓur sous sa main devenait une lyre
Qui dans un seul soupir accentuait deux voix.

Fatale vision ! Tout mon ĂȘtre frissonne ;
On dirait que mon sang veut remonter son cours.
Enfant, ne dites plus vos rĂȘves Ă  personne,
Et ne rĂȘvez jamais, ou bien rĂȘvez toujours !
 154° 
Birds keeper
I sail alone on the hopeless sea
With just the stars to fill my view
You are a firework that lit up my sky
now the smoke is just the memory of you

In that moment, you gave me sight
But now it’s darker than before
My lonesome shadow adjusts in my eye
just me and the stars, forevermore
 154° 
Frances Raeburn
heal me
you said
I hear you
I said
save me
you said
I will try
I said
but actually
I haven’t got
the
friggin’ energy
I said.
 152° 
Kristine
understand the pain you hide,  
The way you keep it locked inside.  
You push away, afraid to fall,  
But still, I love you through it all.  

Your heart may doubt, your mind may race,  
But in your eyes, I see a trace.  
A love that’s real, a love that’s true,  
And I will stand right here with you.  

Though you retreat, I’ll never leave,  
In every storm, in every grieve.  
I see the scars, I feel your fight,  
But I’ll keep loving through the night.  

So don’t be scared, don’t push me away,  
I’ll love you more with each new day.  
I understand, but know this too—  
My heart will always wait for you.
inspired by the song idubilu by Seventeen
 145° 
Seren
Laughters of joy,
Screams of hate,

Hugs and kisses,
Slaps and bites,

Red rose petals,
Blood drops on the floor,

Serenades and compliments,
Curses and insults,

Promises and dreams,
Separation and loss..
 136° 
Morgan Howard
My soul is a lacuna
An empty void
Filled with nothingness

It's hallow and dark
The cold walls
Covered in cobwebs and mildew

And I search
Far and wide
To find the missing piece

The missing piece
That will fill my lacuna
And make me complete again
 126° 
Richard Shepherd
It's been seven long months since I kissed your lips
yet still I feel the pain
every day I reminisce
once more, then twice again

I know we were not meant to be
I know you did me wrong
yet deep inside this heart of mine
I'll always play our song

until we met, I never felt
the joy I felt with you
I never smiled with intent
in a life that was oh so blue

when we made love, the stars did shine
heaven's angels danced with glee
my wanting love was satisfied
I was as happy as could be

alas, the sun soon lost its warmth
cold winds and rains prevailed
and the dream I had dreamt for all my life
had crashed and burned and failed

I now find it very hard to cope
I guess you've long since moved on from this
but my heart still plays our loving song
and my lips still miss your lips

 109° 
Ilily
Icarus flew,
too close to the sun.
Free from the chains,
that shackled him to the ground.
Then the wax melted off, and
the feathers fell.
One by one....like snow on a clear day.
And oddly enough, when he fell;
he looked up at the sky,
Helios blazing down upon him;
as if.... determined to make him fall,
but also to commend him.
Praise his free spirit.
He reached out his hands,
towards the sun.
As if to touch that ball of light.
But Icarus was falling......to the sea.
The vast sky spread above him,
how light his heart felt.
And as he fell..... Icarus smiled.
 109° 
silvervi
I am enough for myself
I have a really good health
Today and everyday I will be grateful
For every wonderful deep breath
💖
Looking in the mirror and telling yourself that you're enough for yourself. 💖 Try it.
 103° 
Immortality
Petals in the breeze,
swirling around trees,
cherry blossom dance.
I don't know why, but I have a sudden urge to see cherry blossoms, even though the season isn't here yet..............:(
 99° 
Peter Garrett
You had every right to leave
But not without saying
Goodbye
For you left us unfinished... and I needed some closure.
 98° 
Julie
If I look back at the years gone by
I wished one thing
Of no goodbye
And now, I'm here
Forever  stays

If I look back of the darkest past
wonder why
I  wore the mask
And now, today
Forever pain

If I look back when sight did see
Of blinded times
Past between
And now, known
Forever closed
 95° 
martin
When the sun comes rising up
On a brand new day

When shooting stars score the sky
And quickly fade away

When lark ascends in the fields
Flying high and free

When robin sings his little song...
Spare a thought for me


When the oak in springtime rain
Wakens from the dead

When the sun behind the wood
Glows a winter red

When starlings race and fall to roost
Then chatter in the cover

Think of me even if...
Your hand is in another
 93° 
Marion
Like a hug from a lover
He warms me up
 92° 
LL
my brain's a chem lab
and the chemist is asleep
— HELP THERE IS A FIRE!
 91° 
marsonvenus
So take me far away
       Where the angels dare not tread
So you can whisper to me stay
     And all the things you never said
who knew i’d find heaven in you?
 89° 
Antonia
In the quiet of your mind,  
Fragments twist, collide, and bind
A world where chaos finds its song,  
A pulse beneath the shifting throng.  

Lines bend, then break and rise,  
Seeking connection through tangled skies,  
Red and black, dark and bright,  
Balance hidden in the fight.  

You draw the storm, then trace the calm,  
In every mark, a healing balm,  
Through splintered paths, you find your way,  
The pieces speak what words can't say.  

And in your heart, there lives a beat,  
A dance between the dark and sweet
A canvas wide, a soul that yearns,  
In brokenness, your spirit learns.
a poem about my art
 87° 
Stephen E Yocum
When I was young the days seemed longer,
the weeks and months, even a year an eternity,
then the building decades seemed to melt away
like winters snows. Reminding us that life is
a brief and fleeting thing not to be taken for
granted.
Definition:
A thing that exists in fact having previously  
only existed in one's mind.
 87° 
ymmiJ
shrimp and grits
five o'clock bourbon
lowcountry life
 87° 
jojo
Under the moon, and under the stars
I found your eyes like glowing moons
They healed my scars.

Gazed in your eyes, felt a gentle touch
Whispered your name, and it meant so much.
Held your hand for the first time,
And in that moment I knew you were mine.

I think it's time to share my heart,
To let you in, and never depart.
Our names are written upon the stars,
Together forever, no distance too far.

I found peace in your violence
And in your chaos I found silence.
 83° 
Jamie
You'll find people who use sorry like a band-aid,
when they might've
just sliced open your heart;
but still they wonder why you have scars that never faded
and bitterness that lingers in your blood.
there was this guy that i liked once, then i told him i liked him and he sent a really mean rejection THROUGH EMAIL! then said "sorry" like it could fix it.
 82° 
Trinkets
You mustn't take words
all too seriously.

They have meaning,
yes. They have power.

Please be advised,
use responsibly. But,

words are just playthings.
Like toys of worlds of children.

Be it plastic, rocks or sticks.
Not required.
Tools of the trade, never the essence.

Over there your kingdom lies,
over here is mine. Life and death.

After bedtime, by nightlight,
the story
stays the same. The toys just windows in.

For some time, the dream and concept
will remain. This story’s true creation.

Words are just playthings, made
as invitations to partake.

Words never did build
worlds alone. You did.
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