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Just Kidding....
It’s funny how we laugh it off, That moment when the truth gets soft— A line too close, a slip too real, “Just kidding,” and it’s no big deal.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
My dear brother,. Content Warning.
When you took your life, You also took a piece of me with you. When you jumped from that building, My life ended too. Even if many stories and lives went on,
By Paola Crocomoabout a year ago in Poets
My Father Gets Robbed Every Day
My father gets robbed every day. Money is stolen before anything he can say. Five thieves live in his house, Stealing all his cheese like a mouse.
By Eiman Asifabout a year ago in Poets
Canities. Content Warning.
Canities (full name: Canities subita), also called Marie Antoinette syndrome or Thomas More syndrome, is a condition of hair turning white very rapidly due to stress or trauma.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
Riddle
So, I was wrong, Am I that bad? You walked out on me, And this saddens me. I loved you that much, Was that my fault?
By Archan Pandaabout a year ago in Poets
Alone and Limited in the Quiet of the Soul
For 9 months you were never alone Heard the sounds in your underwater world The darkness enveloped you protectively, perfectly
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
The Ocean's Heartbeat
The sea sings underneath the sky, Its waves like murmurs cruising by. An orchestra of old sound, In each accident, a mystery found.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
Taking Root. Top Story - October 2024.
Remembering how our first introduction was me trying to hold your hand and you throwing french fries at me, how I watched you fill the dining area with your giant smile and let your uncontrollable laughter fill my ears and heart,
By F Cade Swansonabout a year ago in Poets
The Funeral. Content Warning.
You hand is cold under my hand As I gaze upon your too still face The dull incense of candles Wafts over us with muttered prayers
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
OCTOBER HARVEST
In the fresh air, the earthy smell of newly turned soil overpowers our nostrils at the beginning of the day; later, we will get a whiff of Grandma's freshly made pies.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
Missing My Sister
I miss your laugh, your voice so bright, The way you’d calm my darkest night. In every room, there's now a space, That once was filled by your embrace.
By Bardo Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets