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The Monsoon
The Monsoon The monsoon strikes with a deadly fear, Dark clouds gather, the end feels near. Rain pours down in a drowning flow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Unread
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Moment of the Year
What time is it? It’s time, you say? —ready to be excitement? yeah, ready for what? you know- ‘The moment of the year—
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Hard Times
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Man In A Camper Van
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Kitten In A Christmas Tree
A kitten In A Christmas Tree In a Christmas tree so bright and tall, A naughty kitten decided to sprawl. With twinkling lights and ornaments so fine,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas tree, with branches bright, In the glow of soft, warm light, Your needles whisper tales of cheer,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Vintage Christmas
Pixelated images Salvaged moments long since past Nothing feels like Christmas And the years fly by too fast Looking out the frosted windows
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Forever In Our Hearts
Forever In Our Hearts In the quiet of the evening, I sit alone, A photo album lies open, a treasure of our own. Faces peering back, smiles from days gone by,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Owe my Life to a Pickle
I owe my life to a singular pickle. When I trace back the events of my mother's life that lead to me, I am struck by what her life could have been.
By Miss Ghoulabout a year ago in Poets
Obesity And Me
Obesity and me Condemned, shut far away from everyday normality, A prison of sorrow, silent tears, Never feeling nice, neat, or tidy.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
embrangle
Embrangle: to perplex or confuse Despite being a new word to me, I love the look, sound and meaning of it. The arrangement of letters remind me of a long, tangled dog’s leash; it’s pronunciation is almost onomatopoeic and the meaning resonates strongly.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets