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Phoenix Rising . Honorable Mention in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
The concupiscence gone you don’t remember how to talk to me or why you should, having gathered enough of my nectar to take back to your hive
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Six Strings & Broken Dreams
Sitting here underneath the summer sun Sipping on strawberry lemonade Wishing it was spiked with something more Strumming my six string
By KA Stefana 3 months ago in Poets
2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Nine
All the king's liars, and all the king's henchmen...lost. You are back again! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
Blame the Lake
As a child, I hated the weeks my dad worked the midnight shift, expecting the entire family to maintain perfect silence, else carry the blame
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
because why?. Content Warning.
influence, inspiration, authority, or control small talk is lazy and irresponsible unmotivated and difficult making hard work.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The Unkept Promise
The Unkept Promise We said the future like a password, palms together over the match. The flame nodded, small and obedient,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
ever there, but never taken
timeless and reaching a look in the mirror with vision for the future led to the heart of it radioactive with passion advantage of local's insight
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
Coming Home
The tunnel stretches beyond me Miles and miles I walk Trying to escape the dark A single light to guide my way Getting lost beyond
By Gunnar Anderson3 months ago in Poets
when you're a lantern
I gaze out across the landscape Of the park that I overlook In sight: the rolling meadow, the intersection of a path, the lake
By Jaimie3 months ago in Poets
Another Time
The excuses are tiresome Just like this place But it’s too much to think about So I’ll stay at my pace The truth has been danced around
By Joe Loft3 months ago in Poets
Beautiful People
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets