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Mind underwater
The Mind Underwater The ground didn’t just stop me. It swallowed me. Impact wasn’t a moment — it was a breach. The brightness collapsed, the air thinned, and before I could brace, the world gave way beneath me. I didn’t land on the ground. I fell through it.
By Elisa Wontorcik8 days ago in Poets
Poetry Is My No.1
Poetry Is My No.1 Poetry is the place I learned to breathe again, When silence pressed too closely on my chest. Words arrived before I knew I needed saving,
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
The Shift
The shift is never sudden, but it always feels that way. One moment the world is too bright, too sharp, too loud — the next, the light is gone. Not dimmed. Gone. As if someone has pulled the sun out of the sky and left the atmosphere hollow.
By Elisa Wontorcik8 days ago in Poets
Love, in the Quiet Places. AI-Generated.
Love did not arrive loudly, it entered like a habit, slow, unnoticed, until your name lived between my breaths.
By shakir hamid8 days ago in Poets
You Weren’t Supposed to Read This
You weren’t supposed to read this. That was the first line, written in the margin of a notebook I never intended to open again. It wasn’t a warning so much as a plea. The kind you make when you hope the paper itself might protect you from being seen.
By Imran Ali Shah8 days ago in Poets
I Wanna Know What Love Is
I said that I loved you And you said, it’ll pass And try as I might to Find somebody else I’m stuck wondering why I am never enough
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
In My Bloodstream
In My Bloodstream Something quiet moves through me while I sleep, A slow remembering written into my veins. Not panic, not fear, just a steady return,
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
Overcoming the Green-Eyed Monster.
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-eyed monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on.” From Shakespeare's "Othello'. Iago warns Othello.
By Antoni De'Leon8 days ago in Poets
Some Places Heal Quietly
Some places do not announce their miracles. They do not glow or sing or promise transformation. They simply wait. A wooden bench beneath a tired tree.
By luna hart8 days ago in Poets
Give And Take
Beauty speaks when words cannot Holding tight to what we’ve got Deeply inspired by your creation Desirable source of Veneration
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
Golden Dreams: Pearly Gates of Heaven Part 2
Poem > > > Praying for Peace of Mind 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 riding thy rthymic redemption song, 1992
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King8 days ago in Poets
Golden Dreams: Pearly Gates of Heaven Part 1
Poem > > > Praying for Peace of Mind 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 flames heating up, things not feeling normal . . .
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King8 days ago in Poets