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Poems

474°
onlylovepoetry
How shall I introduce you?
Fifteen years going on sixteen,
well recall many pinprick
moments of our combinatory
existentialism

But an early moment reappeared,
in a period of contemplation as I
this morn, wove my way thru Manhattan
city streets, during my diurnal walk of
composition, a tradition Walt Whitman
passed on to me, in Leaves of Grass, so
over my Manhattan journey~obstacle course,
now a three times weekly endeavor, of
a two and one quarter miles duration,
this came unto me

Very early on, in our ro~dance
we attended some cocktail/
business function, properly attired,
a first for us, and thus a tad exciting,
and in the elevation machine at the
Waldorf Astoria Tower sky bounding,
she stun gunned me with the simplest
of positories…

How shall you introduce me?.

this nimble tounge, so rarely at a loss,
gave an intuitive and simple answer:
You are my girl friend, no pretense,
I proffered and she thoughtfully
replied,

While an absolute truth,
perhaps since I am a Nana,
over twice,
and you, a Grandfather
over thrice,
perhaps something less
juvenile is in order?

Mmm, perhaps you are right, then
let me suggest boldly to name you
as my lover, none other and let
their mouths fall agape so full
of their crackered
canapés?

She paused a moment on our ascent,
replying,

Undoubtedly true and such
a good lover are you, but the touch of ******
in many an impoverished mind, gives it a
tangy hint of the unseemly tho, b u t
if that’s your preference, lover will it be,
but perhaps wordsmith, you keep on trying?

Ah I knew a rejection letter when I got one,
so cruising higher, proffered a ‘my best friend?’
but her glance clearly indicated that suggestion,
wholly unworthy of my skilled verbosity and
more appropriate to a dodgy dog, if such I did
possess

The elevators of NYC, are sure and swift in
elevating its population, and a growling
desperado emotive was taking me hostage,
I had what is now a “3S look,” an abbreviation
for when I wear my Simply Stupefied Smile

Perhaps I may suggest that should the need
arise for you to introduce me in a phrase accurate
and simple, that might suffice?

Smilingly weakly, I, poet, awaited what surely
was to be an obvious solution to my wordy
and worldly failure,

Please introduce me as
Your Biggest Fan
and I shall, dear one,
if asked,
will offer you up as my
Only Love Poet

And to this day, when introduction~making,
I feel the sweet smile of an invisible and
silent kick in my humbled and egotistical
****

a mostly truish & lightly embellished story
#olp #introduce #waldorf #astoria #elevator
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248°
David Lessard
To an unread poet.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

126°
Alex Teng
Love
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

84°
Ariana Bagley
A Reverse Poem
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

79°
Aaron Michael Brown
Someone like her
I should’ve
waited
for someone
like
her to
come
into my
life.

71°
Goddess Rue
Submission
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
#haiku #sin #and #acceptance
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61°
Marie-Lyne
:)
I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer

57°
maureen
so kiss me
fingertips on mine
tell me that you'll wait for me
dawn breaks; the day comes.

#leaving #sad #jetplane #haiku #maureen
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55°
Me
Crystal clear
No more lies
or games
no shame taken
on

I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
adjust
just to make you feel
better.

40°
JP Goss
361. Buried in Plastic
They came into this world
Starving, pathetic, and in need of work
Computer beings seeking profit,
We called them millennials and,
Like bacilli to honey,
They will eat themselves to death;
I’ll be waiting with an open casket.
When the time comes,
Issued as both punishment and reward,
Fitted just for lazy things,
And it shall be translucent,
As all human desires are
An empty display
Of material just as ubiquitous.
I’ll be the funeral director,
Engorged by suffering,
When the time comes
I’ll be waiting with an open casket.
The skin that does not bleed
When struck, requires only a few
Strikes more,
The arms which do not tire
When pushed, require only a few
More loads,
The will that does not break
When overburdened, requires only a few
Lashes more—
When the time comes
I’ll be waiting with an open casket
And let the ocean, in pacificity
Carry them to the collective
Dead of this world, to churn in anonymity
For eternity; a true hell to the ego,
I’ll be waiting with an open casket
Just to send it off with a nudge.

40°
ketjil
broken
You can’t compare yourself
With the unbroken girls
Surrounding you
You already shattered
Creating
A new form
Of beautiful

-jt

a somewhat older poem
#shattered #jtpoetry
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39°
Nat Lipstadt
This Violent & Mecurial World will have its way with you
Tennessee Williams, once said, “The world is violent and mercurial—it will have
its way with you. We are saved only by love—love for each other and the love
that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a
writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning
building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.”

<>
how succinct, successful a summary
do we require, nary a word excess,
only love comes at ya slap-dash-
across-the-face, to make the point
its presence in everything and every
human touch point juncture, is a
conjunction,,

be a writer, even when muses en masse
desertion seems overwhelming, query
with love this conundrum and fill the
open yet tiny interstitial space with a
soup of creamy hope, inspiration is ever,
never late, for it runs on its own schedule,
which is forever unpublished and happily
irritating us when we least expect its timely
birthing…

wet the eyes, remove the shadowy slumber
residue, with vigorous water splashes, flying
drops everywhere- is that not a poetic command?

rinse the mouth of the failed taste of insufficient
sleep, or the countervailing dry excess of too much,
when we hide from the challenge of game on,
and the liquid sloppy of the premier
day~light~enunciation…

give birth to conjunctions, attach the independent,
linking the minuscule to the primary, and write of
it as if you were the first, indeed, you are this moments
first…

to exit the permanently burning building…you must
run to it, enter willingly and save it and by dousing
yourself with love, save more than just
thyself…

9:11am
3/8/2024
#violent #mercurial #work #lipstadt
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34°
Saint kaya
In love
The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life

#love #life #pain #dream #stars #tragedy
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25°
Liz Carlson
waiting for you
i've waited so long for this,
for someone like you.

for someone to feel the same way about me
as i do about them

i'm finally here,
yet i have to wait

whats pulling me through
is knowing that
as much as i want a boyfriend,
i want a husband even more.

and i know if we wait,
that's what this will become.

if we're wise and hold on,
this will be forever.

#patience #wait #love #relationship #feelings
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25°
Nina
Friends with benefits
We hug
We kiss
We cuddle
In bed

We were just friends
We made out
To him
We were having ***
To me
We were making love
I was his friends with benefits
But he was my lover

#fwb #friendswithbenefits #lover #perspective #opinion #views #onesided
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23°
TheBlackPen121
ABSTRACT
In a gallery of abstract art,
I ponder the concept of perfection,
Lines and colours swirl and dance,
Imperfect yet mesmerising in their reflection.

Beauty in chaos, flaws that delight,
Each stroke a story untold,
Perfection is but a fleeting dream,
In imperfection, true beauty unfolds.

The canvas speaks of endless possibility,
An ever-changing, evolving art,
In the imperfect, a glimpse of perfection,
A reflection of the human heart.

Done by: KCG

20°
Reimers
Mood
It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you

19°
Nat Lipstadt
Do You Know Why Men Cry in the Bathroom?
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.

Jan 6, 2013

your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank God!
#why #men #cry #in #the #bathroom
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17°
Malia
I am stupid
I am stupid
And naive
To think this would be easy.

I am stupid
And naive
To believe it would be served
On a silver platter.

I am a complete and utter ignoramus.

15°
South by Southwest
What we consume
What we consume on Earth
we will digest in the depths Hell

For without sin
there would be no death

No death , no rebirth , no salvation

Do not stray nor turn to the pleasures of folly's whims

For stolen wine makes the bread of iniquity taste sweeter on the tongues of
fools who fall short of the destinations of eternal time

12°
emnabee
The secret life of poets
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
#secret #life #poets
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11°
Triste
Portrait
She met an artist
His fingers were made of gold
They moved like brush strokes
She was an empty canvas
His portrait of rainbow tears

10°
misha
drunk on you
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
#hearts #mind #soul #girl #lonely #heartbroken #love #drunk #tears #cry
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9°
Shivpriya
The ignited tears fueled my journey!
Tears don't dry.
They come out in drops and get absorbed under the skin!

Tears don't easily dry.
They try to pierce beneath the skin with old stories and tales.

Tears don't dry quickly,
but thankfully, I was able to save myself from touching the ruins that tears
made me see.

Tears don't dry just like that!
They intend to make us feel our emotions and come to terms with reality!

Teardrops don't dry up!
They become absorbed under our skin, and we find the courage to move forward in
their fiery glow.
©shivpoetesspriya

I would like to share with you the four chapters of my new writing album, titled
"An Emotional Potpourri - A Kaleidoscope of My Feelings!
1. The Fire of a Helpless Heart: Our Memories!
2. The ignited tears fueled my journey!
3. The eyes that showed a new blue in me!
4. Life is a dance trial amidst chaos!
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9°
Mrs Timetable
Universe
I found a
Broken
Piece of a
Puzzle
And it
Fits
My
Chaos...
Perfectly
Belonging
In my
Universe

If it fits....it fits
#puzzle #pieces #people #relationships #friends #personalities
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8°
Max
Falling
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

What's the difference?
#love #falling #apart #him #her #he #she #begin #short
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8°
Jack Torrance
Death
Today I’ll ponder,
on these scars.
Tonight I’ll wish,
upon a star.

Tomorrow may bring,
another wound,
but wounds can heal,
if treated soon.

Yesterday,
I thought of death,
and felt the wind,
sigh with his breath.

Not today,
he whispered clear,
perhaps tomorrow,
but do not fear.

In the end,
he comes to all.
The weak, the strong,
the big and small.

He’s timeless and constant,
Death’s always “been”,
and he has no pity,
foe or friend.

He’ll lead me on,
to the unknown,
giving me the thing,
he can never own.

So I will not fear him,
and I shall not fret.
For tomorrow,
has not happened yet.

Death comes to us all.
#death #acceptance #afterlife #movingon #tranquility #hope #time
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8°
Chaos
Platonic Soulmate
i tried to find
a song
a poem
a piece of art
something, anything
that felt like
or sounded like
you

i looked
and searched
asked
and wondered
yet no matter what
i tried
there was nothing
that came close

for you
my platonic soulmate
are one of a kind
a light in the dark
warm, soft
kind, loving
selfless
a best friend

i couldn't find anything
because
nothing
nothing is like you

7°
Ann
Sounds of the ocean.
keep your eyes closed love.

e t
m i
o m
s e
s all you have to
l to is what the sound
i n
s e
t

v
a e
of
the w s
tells you
to
do.

"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the
sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love
watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process
repeating all over again.
#shape #poetry #feelings #thoughts #life #beach
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7°
haysia
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more
than the world has to offer.
#love #yourself
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7°
lua
death sat beside me
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

it was the right option
#death #hands #handinhand #handholding #park #warm #time #depression
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7°
Rainy Days
Deep green eyes
I fell for the boy
Making sandwiches in the kitchen
Fell for his eyes
A deep green
Like a pine tree
I fell deep for the boy in the kitchen
And boy I love him
And the way he looks at me.

#greeneyesboy #love #lust #haveme
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7°
Sofie Louise
Being A Puddle
I’m not empty.
It’s not that I don’t feel anything.
The exact opposite.

I feel so much.

So much I get desensitized to my own emotions.
They flow around like water in every corner of my body.
Mixing in with my blood until there is no cell untouched.

It used to be a gentle lake.
But now It’s an ocean.
So all I can do is sit here and pretend that I’m a puddle.
Just like everyone else.

7°
Levi Johnson
Brown eyes
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.

7°
Rupert Pip
gore
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
#love #gore #feelings
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6°
Traveler
MAKE YOURSELF
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Traveler Tim
.

Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
#traveler #tim #contemplation #commings #incubus #instruction #rules #directions
#help
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6°
e reed
Goodnight
We count the same stars

We whisper to the same moon
each night.

That is enough,
just knowing we’re in the same universe.

e.reed

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