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𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗’𝖘 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜
As the brisk winds of Autumn give way to Jack Frost and the sweet bells of Thanksgiving chime despair not the season that’s soon to be lost
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒2 months ago in Poets
🎃 ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ 🎃. Top Story - September 2024.
If you ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ ㅤㅤㅤon ꉓꍏꀎ꒒ꀸꋪꂦꈤ ꌗ꓄ꋪꍟꍟ꓄ you’re sure to get a fright That’s why some kids will stay ㅤㅤㅤfar, far away
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒2 months ago in Poets
A Merry Expensive Christmas. Top Story - December 2025.
'Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the mall, Every wallet was screaming, "Please, nothing at all!" The price tags were hung on the merchandise with care,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
When Silence Became My Voice
Sometimes my loudest moments were the ones when I said nothing at all— when my thoughts trembled in my chest, too soft to rise,
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Casting for Answers. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
Nylon monofilament slips down my throat how I wish things were as clear as you – see through to the core of me; you bore down and find what?
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
Mother of my Dreams. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Rose2 months ago in Poets
Where did all our time go?
Where did all of our time go? Moments together and opportunities lost Melting away like winter snow We spend hours and hours making things just so
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
The Music Conjures My Favorite Spirits
Unknowingly, I started that time ol’ machine like a quarter dropped into a jukebox A melody plays softly, setting the scene
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
I Look Back in Time and Wish I’d Obeyed
I look back in time and wish I’d obeyed. Wishing these regrets would leave with a shrug. Instead of dishwashing, I should have stayed.
By Roxann Drake2 months ago in Poets
Netted Stars
For every star my branches reach, Know my roots spread just as deep. However gnarled they may be, However twisting my beginning,
By M. A. Mehan 2 months ago in Poets
The Sonshine
The day is long, but longer is the night Because you wake me up so often, my sleep is oh so light. Then all day long you need my constant care,
By Sherie Ramos2 months ago in Poets