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 1881° 
K J McCarthy
To search with hope to regain
The seeking soul doesn't recognize
These vacant eyes peering back
From the distortions of lifes rippling waves
We must have dropped it somewhere
The pendant of our identity
Lost in the blur of the passing road
We lost ourselves somewhere along the way
We retrace our steps
Trying to recount the exact moment
We strayed from the safety of the course
The fork we faced
Forced a choice to be made
One of great importance
One we weren't ready to make
Little clue that our decisions
Would be life changing
We decided without considering
The obstacles we'd be facing
Though any choice is better than none
We still could have given this more thought
Any action is better than stagnation
But we rushed our development
And in our haste we forgot what was most important
We lost our reason, our purpose
Somewhere along the way
 961° 
F Elliott
In the wounds of woman and the steadfastness of man,
   Eden remembers.



Movement One: The Celebration of the Wound

He does not bring the scalpel
because he despises her wound..
   he brings it

because he loves her glory too much
to leave it buried beneath the scar.

He does not cut her to own her.
He cuts her, trembling,
because he believes in what will rise
when the old blood runs clean.

It is not an act of violence.
It is an offering of celebration—
the highest kind of self-love,
the boldest kind of faith—
to believe that the Lord Himself
will bend over the wound
and pour His living water
into the brokenness.

And as the wound opens,
and the darkness spills out,
he does not recoil.
He does not rescue.
He does not preach.

He watches.
He prays.
He stands.

And when she rises,
washed and radiant,
he knows:
her rising demands his own.

There is no longer room
for smallness in him.
No longer space
for hidden shadows to cling.

For her glory will call forth his.
And his celebration of her healing
will tear open the last vestiges of his shame,
until his own light sings back to hers,
undiminished, unafraid.

This was never a conquest.
It was always a coronation.
It was always the Gospel written in flesh.

It was always love.

---

Movement Two: Standing in the Breach

He stands now,
at the trembling edge
where blood and water meet spirit.

He does not flinch at her unraveling.
He does not cover her nakedness in shame.
He does not grasp at her breaking,
nor reach to hasten her healing.

He stands.

A living shield.
A silent witness.
A priest without altar or knife.

He understands:
his strength is not proven
by his power to fix—
but by his power to wait.

To watch as Love Himself
tends the wound,
cradles the scar,
renews the soul.

To endure the terror of powerlessness
without collapsing into control.

This—
this is his glory:
that he can behold her agony,
and still believe
that the end of her suffering
will not be death,
but birth.

That the light swelling beneath her skin
will one day eclipse even the memory of the blade.

And in that waiting,
he too is cut open.

He too is pierced by the same water,
the same fire,
the same song of new creation.

And he knows:
only a man who can stand silently in the breach,
bearing her vulnerability without corrupting it,
is worthy to walk beside the woman
reborn by the touch of the Living God.

He does not steal her resurrection.
He bears it.

He does not name her rising.
He joins it.

---

Movement Three: The Ascension of Two

They do not walk out of the garden
as they once did—
naked and ashamed,
separated by fear,
carrying fig leaves sewn from survival.

They rise now
fully clothed in light—
not light borrowed,
not light stolen,
but light born from wounds
washed clean in sacred water.

She stands,
not above him,
not behind him,
but beside—

her beauty no longer weaponized,
her tenderness no longer bartered.

And he—
he no longer hides behind strength,
no longer confuses sacrifice with silence,
no longer fears her radiance
as a threat to his crown.

They do not complete one another.
They honor what was completed
before time ever breathed.

She holds the memory of Eden.
He bears the ache of its return.

And together—
they offer the altar of their becoming
to the One who formed them both.

This is not romance.
This is restoration.

This is not power.
This is presence.

This is the kind of union
that does not dim under pressure,
does not wither under attention,
does not fracture when seen.

It is the kind
that makes the darkness jealous.

Because when man and woman
stand in full light together,
wounds lanced,
glory rising—
the Garden itself begins
to hum with memory..

And God walks there once more.


This work was formed directly from the living current of four earlier poems, drawn from a journey spanning years of love, loss, battle, and breath. Each poem served as a remembered stone in the rebuilding of the sacred architecture of love between man and woman.

> Referenced works:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4199674/meeting-sarayu/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4149690/entrances/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4077203/perspective/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4275826/gloria-in-excelsis/


These poems are not mere references. They are the waters from which this offering has emerged.
 838° 
Agnes de Lods
When I was cold,
my surface was so predictable.
An icy land allowed me
to be alone, distant, safe.

One day, the sun came,
and changed my frame.

The warm wind melted everything.
I became defenseless saltwater.

Untamed tears,
chanting my past lives
hidden in the drops
of who I was
and what I longed to mean.

With time, the calm waters
turned clear and soothing.

The particles of light shimmered silently
in the fractured space,
being so gentle, like a healing touch
lost in the dark past.

Now, when a strong wind blows again,
I'm so afraid of my untamed waters.
I don’t want to hurt,
I don’t want to be hurt.

Without shape, without frame,
I’m so strong and fragile
in perfect duality,
like a fierce ocean seen in fulfilled light.
I hear this endless symphony
calling me to the definitive solution.
 495° 
Mariah
You don't have to believe me when I say
They might just love you anyway

What do I even know
But they may notice if you don't show

I know it really isn't my place
To ask if you checked just in case

Knocked on the door
They slammed into my face

At least
The olive branch is free
Please,
Take it with you when you leave
I hope you don't regret it.
In the stillness of long, lonely nights,  
Love's shadow dances, dimming the lights.  
A kiss once so sweet,  
Now a bittersweet feat,  
As I dream of you, missing the heights.
If I have just one more day
I will fight forever
Give up nothing
Till the end of my days come
I will not be afraid
I will never turn my back and run
This is the path chosen for me
I may break but never be done
Courageous
I will have faith where there used to be none
I will fight for me
I will be strong
This cancer cannot bind me
Cannot beat me down
It’s shadow will not dim my light
Until I’m 6 feet in the ground
With every single heartbeat……….
I will rise up and defy all odds
My spirit burns ever bright
I will fight until forever
If I have just one more day
I was diagnosed with stomach cancer on April 10, 2025. Until the call from the doctor, I believed it was never going to be me, I thought I cannot get cancer. Little did I know cancer does not discriminate. It does not look at your race, gender and especially age. I am only 48 years old and I have cancer.. It is still sinking in, but this poem is how I feel about my diagnosis and my journey, I will fight until the bitter end. Cancer will have to take me kicking and screaming, dragging me all the way. I am resilient, I am strong, I want to live! #CANCERSUCKS
 447° 
F Elliott
(for the Woman, and the Cowards who Fear Her)

she was never too much—
only too alive
for those who mistook control
for strength
and silence for peace.

her becoming was not a performance.
it was a war—
and the ones who claimed to love her
dropped their weapons
only to place their hands
around her throat
in the name of order.

they called her chaotic,
but it was their cowardice
that feared the shape she would take
if left untouched
by their grip.

they chose the seductress,
the one who dances at the edge
of her own erasure—
pliant, priestess of their small gods,
goddess of their easy pleasure.

but the true woman is not
a priestess of men;

she is a temple unto herself.

and to know her,
to truly see her,
requires the man to suffer.

to suffer her beauty
without owning it.
to suffer her fire
without extinguishing it.
to suffer the rise of a soul
that will not yield
to his fear of being seen as less.

he must descend
into the fragmentation
that makes him reach for control—
and there,
only there,
may he begin to rise.

and she?

she is not waiting anymore.

she was always the fire.

and the fire needs nothing

but its own spark

to blaze.


 316° 
Tyler
love in the grass
looking up at the tree
wonder what it means
for them to be free

Sky.
I love that name.
She giggles bubbles
from her breast,
she's a toe slug,
a kitty named Dog.

I wanna go on a trip with you,
sell plants by the highway.
carry mischief,
Kerry Feather.
golden flower,
golden head hair.

loose pants,
silky rayon.
She lies on
her stomach,
we're a
blanket picnic.
 271° 
Travis Green
His vibe was my high
His entireness was my paradise
He was the most mind-blowing treasure trove
Of masculine dopeness

Sweeter than sin
Smoother than anything
I had ever come across
That had me impossibly sauced

Blissed-out, wrapped in his cloud
Of desirably charming allure
His scent, his skin, his supremeness
Everything about him
Conquered my senses

I couldn’t resist him
His existence was a temple
Of top-notch awesomeness
I didn’t just want him
I needed him in every cell of my being
Inhaling his enamoring greatness
Feeling his sizzling, thrilling heat
Steam through me endlessly
 238° 
Rea Rose
Reality is weird.
It taunts you,
but also love you?
It makes the best people sad,
and the worst happy.

Its like reading a book,
you don’t know whats going to happen,
but you guess.
And when the end is near,
You think about everything that happened.

You might smile,
you might cry.
No one knows but you.

Sometimes life gets hard,
And reality’s a hard place.
So, you drift far away,
into the land of imagination.

As you step in,
you see dreams come true,
a fantasy becomes reality.
Everything you’ve ever wanted,
is now by your side.

You are free from all judgment,
no one you have to be perfect for,
you are free to be you.
Everything you’ve lost,
Comes back into this world.

As you continue to walk,
there's no sadness or grief.
I am standing next to you,
laughing as the sunsets.
Everything is peaceful.

The walls feel soft and cozy,
but you know nothing can hurt you here.
No matter how weak it feels,
you do not question its security.

And when times time comes,
To go back to your realty,
You will.
But this time,
you’ll be happy.
 225° 
Immortality
They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wounds.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal.
'Love is immortal'
An eternal love between her and her past lover, waiting to entwine again.
I have gotten myself
Into the delusion
Where apathy
Is indeterminate
Matters of the heart
Can make someone crazy
When a no
Perceived as maybe
 210° 
Soul Searching
Little bird,
Your cage is not of my making.
Little bird,
I see the weight you carry, silent, unseen.
Little bird,
My hand is open, only if you wish to land.
Little bird,
I promise not to squeeze too tight.
Little bird,
I'd never clip your wings.
Little bird,
I’d never take your sky from you.
Little bird,
Let me build you shelter, not a cage.
Little bird,
I’ll walk beside you, not ahead.
Little bird,
I ask for nothing, only that you know,
Little bird,
You are free, even here with me.
 201° 
Sacrelicious
I'm better off worse
than stuck with you.
My dreams placed you on a pedestal.
Now they're just nightmares of me running from you.
But isn't everything just wonderful when we're sulking under the same sunlight.
 201° 
Julie Grenness
Spring has sprung,
Fleecies off we have flung,
Blue skies, breezes' balm,
Blossoms drift do charm,
Sunny days, kind and mild,
Springing--we have smiled!
Feedback welcome.
 189° 
Anna May
I once heard that women's hearts are lethal weapons
Did he hold mine and feel threatened?
Love is one of the fundamental lessons in life
But so is pain
It covers me like a second skin
So familiar
So confortable
I welcome it like an old friend
So welcoming
So warm
Do I ever cross his mind?
Am I in the frame from his point of view?
Does he like me like i like him
 184° 
ms hitt
you wrote all these songs
and letters and plays and
all the words galore

you put your heart
and your soul into
these wishful thoughts

you put all your time and your effort into
a really roundabout way to tell me that
"i love you"
 167° 
heidi
I'm the observer
the stillness beneath the waves
I refuse to drown
When you learn to understand your feelings, and not allow them to rule your life, I think it does wonderful things for you :)
 166° 
Carson Dees
Once upon a time,
There was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart
Total Eclipse Of The Heart-Bonnie Tyler, 1983
 164° 
South-by-Southwest
I'm sure it has been declared woke .
 163° 
James Bryson
Will I live to see it?

My future unfold
in front of me
Will I live,
to accomplish
everything in my
ideation
I hope to live long
and to do everything in this long window
of consciousness
Could I master... being?
being a jack of all trades
or being a medium to
all types of energy
can I stand tall
and do what I need to do
will my life have
true nuance
do I carry
the very meaning I look for?
 161° 
Lyle
What
if
I
was
just

























Gone?
 160° 
Shaylie
Just came by to say
I miss you again
 159° 
irene ci
i feel that i learn a lot with you,
but you don’t learn anything with me.
am i so boring?
am i so unintelligent?
am i so introverted?
am i so exhausting?
am i so dumb?
 153° 
Christina O
It’s been a couple of years,
and here I return.
Heart still longing to write the words afraid to show up.
 150° 
Cheyenne
I have ended wars single handedly,
Brought gods broken to their knees,
And dragged down the very lights
From the gods of Heaven.

But my greatest victory
Was always that I was the fire,
That sparked your brightest smiles.
 149° 
51m4
Social studies, a world so wide,
With maps and globes, and words we can't find.
A teacher speaks, but there's no reply,
And we struggle, searching, asking why.

What if we could just understand,
What all of this means, where it’s meant to land?
But when no one helps, we stand alone,
Looking for answers that aren’t yet known.

So we carve our own paths,
Seeking and finding, despite the wrath.
And if no one gets it, we stand our ground,
With friends who know, and answers found.
inspired by my social studies teacher
 146° 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
everyone loves music its good for the soul
it can make you happy make you feel so whole
it can make you dance it can make you sing
happiness and joy music it can bring

lots of different genre for all the world to play
country. soul.and pop musics there to stay
songs that lift you up when your feeling blue
let the music play is all you have to do

all around the world it keeps the world alive
it can make you happy help the world to thrive
makes you want to dance makes you want to sing
happiness and joy it will always bring
 124° 
alison
I cant believe
words can hurt
way more than
actual pain causing
these tears to roll
down my face.
 119° 
Driyani Alduri
I may not be
the perfect little angel
made of stone and clay


And I may not be
The right one for you
But there's other fish in the sea

So why
So why do you keep coming back to me?

We fight all the time
Is it not clear we weren't meant to be

I really can't lie
It's getting hard to try

But you don't stop
And neither do I

Because in the end
I love you too
 118° 
Pouya
You choose silence,
When you can express,
But every minute,
You can put off the talk,
You can engage in,
That's a kind of freedom.
 109° 
itsmekacey
they say
you are nothing,
a shadow fading away,
unseen, unheard,
lost in the noise.
you are insignificant.

but they are liars
you are everything.
a light that shines bright,
seen, heard,
found in the quiet.
you are significant.
not a reverse poem
 96° 
Kingston Bao
Call me an evil wizard
The way I'm a neck-romancer

Your maiden calls me warlock
'Cause I gave her an Eldritch Blast
 95° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 84° 
Ryan O'Leary
If there is no God
then one would
not need to be an
Atheist. Declaring
oneself as atheist
is a recognition of
a God that doesn’t
exist to yourself but
it fails to eliminate
him in other peoples
minds, therefore it
is flawed and even
more so when one
considers that it is
an acceptance in the
belief of nothing and
that is impossible as
nothing cannot exist
according to atheism?
 82° 
Daniel A Gabbard
I wake water steeping me,
A sleeping foam of rolling sea.
Each little island long washed,
Day by day, slowly sushed.

The grains of time ever fleeting away,
It ate my island, slow decay.
It is hard what I was.
It was hard to alas.

Now I am in water,
Light so bleak.
It is eating all matter,
Darkness will seek.

I succumbed time of break,
Gone of world, Earth that quake.
I not removed my last eye.
For all, it is lastly I.

Mouth empty,
Feast for entropy.
Lastly sigh,
Of I.
 82° 
Rochel
Please break my heart
So I don't have to break yours
I'd rather feel all that pain
Than be the one to make you endure

Please break my heart
So I can leave yours intact
I'd rather be haunted
Than have to hear you react

Please break my heart
So I can live with my decision
I'd rather lose all my tears
Than have tears disrupt your vision

Please break my heart
So I'm not the one serving time
Id rather feel completely caged
Than be the one to commit this crime

Please break my heart
So I can make sure you're OK
I'd rather lose my voice
Than listen to all you might say

This request might seem odd
I ask for you to do the downing
But if we're both stuck in this storm together
I'd rather be the one drowning
 78° 
Michael John
dear crow
what of fear and death
all live the same but
death is singular..blue..

dear lily
how do we live the same?
we are part of a universal con-
scienceness?bless..green..

dear crow
yes,but to die is
our very own..there is no
blue print so..we are truly alone..
(and that is the good news..)..purple..

dear lily
what of fear and what of
euthanasia-(well, f
going to switzeland..i believe
there is a contract out..)

dear crow
the state and church will never
relinquish (us)
life is blessed..

dear lily
unless we go to war
to die in glory..
and what of fame?
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