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Camouflage
Let's adorn the lies Camouflage Shameful truths *** Ignore the lesson HE wanted Us to learn *** Carry our bibles Thump our chests
By Maria A. Perezabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambertabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The New Measure
I used to measure my worth by who replied. By the little typing bubble, by the seen-check, by whether you showed up
By Milan Milicabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Do not blame the flowers. Content Warning.
. Don't blame the gentle morning light because you are blind. . Don't blame the bird song because you have lost your hearing.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout 22 hours ago in Poets
The Naked Woman in My Backyard
Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
By Gail Winfreeabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Sonnet #14
This wanting that I feel inside my soul Distracts me as I try to go to sleep It takes over, and makes me feel not whole And wakes me up with many thoughts too deep
By ChampionElCidabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Define me a Lady . Content Warning.
Can you define a Woman? Not a lot of people can. I'm not talking about the dictionary definition either. A woman is the leader of the household and makes sure the household goes round- plans everything down to a T
By Jen Phillipsabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Dark Spirits Walking The Earth
Dark Spirits Walking The Earth They walk beside us with borrowed faces, eyes steady, holding centuries in their calm. Not ghosts, not myths, not things we summon,
By Marie381Uk about 24 hours ago in Poets
The Fire That Lit Up My Heart
The Fire That Lit Up My Heart There was a moment I did not plan for, A quiet spark that learned my name. It moved through me without asking,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Sadness Never Knocked
Sadness never knocked— it learned the shape of my room, sat beside unfinished thoughts, and stayed without asking. I smiled in public, like a well-practiced lie, while something heavy kept rearranging my chest.
By Jhon smitha day ago in Poets
We Loved in Separate Time Zones
We didn’t share mornings, only the same moon checking on us from different skies. Your voice arrived late, tired and beautiful, carrying a day I wasn’t part of.
By Jhon smitha day ago in Poets
I Am Not Quiet Anymore
I learned early that silence is polite, that pain should whisper, that survival should never make noise. So I folded my screams into my pockets, carried them like loose change, spent them only when no one was watching.
By luna harta day ago in Poets