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Bedbugs
Beastly becoming brash biting behavior. (Note: They are little nuisances that seek blood from biting humans that kind of itches. They bites are red almost looks like mosquito bites in a way.)
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Poets
Somewhere Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Somewhere Between Yesterday and Tomorrow The sun was low, a warm amber spilling over the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched like memories across the quiet bridge. I walked slowly, the steady rhythm of my footsteps mixing with the gentle whisper of the wind.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
It Happens Incrementally. Winner in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
~The Commands should pile upon the Demands.~ Step back, out of the way. Give up your seat. Sacrifice. Shrink. Cower.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 months ago in Poets
The Disappearing Act
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
You’ll Pay
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Soul Searching
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Is this us too?
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Geometry Of Goodbye
In the silent halls of farewells passed, Where shadows stretch and moments last, There lies a map the heart must try— The solemn geometry of goodbye.
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
With a Thunderous Applause
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
the symphony
played from within a single note i always have to explain the joke because i am still the funniest guy i know layered like the scramble
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Last Night of Love
The moon glows, gentle on the quiet street, Soft light weaving gold on tangled sheets, We lie side by side, but worlds apart,
By Amelia6 months ago in Poets