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If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Valor: Fascinating Facts About World War II. Content Warning.
In days of turmoil, skies turned grey, A world in conflict, led astray, From ’39 to ’45, A struggle fierce to stay alive.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Hidden Echoes: Unseen Pages of History
In halls where facts are polished bright, And lessons shape the mind, Some shadows dance beyond the light, Where truth is hard to find.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Brotherhood of the Builders: The History of Freemasonry. Content Warning.
In ancient times, when stone met sky, And pyramids rose, where pharaohs lie, The builders gathered, hands in grace, To craft the future, stone by place.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Antiquity: A Poetic Journey Through the History of Cultism. Content Warning.
In the dusk of human thought, where shadows dance and weave, Lies the tale of cults, in whispers they conceive. From ancient temples to the modern city's glow,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Sentinels of the Digital Realm. AI-Generated.
In the labyrinth of the digital age, Where shadows dance on screens, And whispers float through the ether, There lies a kingdom unseen.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Twin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
M I L K
Figuratively, we bought a house where sand meets the shore. The train station a ways off, rolls through if need be. An iron furnace piped the ceiling amongst the marble.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The Tale of the Enchanted Reflection. Content Warning.
In the serene suburbs of Willowbrook, where the streets meandered amidst canopies of ancient oak trees and the homes nestled harmoniously in their shade, a quaint antique shop named "Mystique Curiosities" stood as a beacon of intrigue. Its weathered brick façade, adorned with tendrils of ivy that seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten times, cast an enchanting spell on all who passed by.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?. Content Warning.
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets