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Dear You
Dear You, Yes You, You who gives me the stare, You who send fierce whispers above my ear, I hear you and every word you say,
By Just Daniel8 months ago in Poets
LET ME OUT
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Open the door and you'll be on the floor. Hands arms, feet and legs, limbs and limbs galore
By Just Daniel8 months ago in Poets
Living Death
They pump me full of meds My brain is dead But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
You Don't Love Me. Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
You don't love me. Your love isn't rooted in my smile, nor the sparkle in my eyes, or the way the bleached hair you claim to like falls down my back.
By Autumn Stew8 months ago in Poets
A New York City Mourning
The trains and buses are bleak New Yorkers jokingly complain of tourists in the way of a New York minute But I never thought the city would be this empty consistently
By Cadma8 months ago in Poets
Married in love story . AI-Generated.
Getting married in a love story involves weaving together emotional development, personal growth, and romantic progression in a way that feels authentic and satisfying. Whether you're writing a novel, screenplay, or short story, the marriage should feel like a natural and meaningful culmination of the couple’s journey. Below is a detailed guide on how to get to the marriage stage in a love story, broken into key phases:
By Pooja Verma8 months ago in Poets
Hallucinations of Progress
I feed the machine my dreams As it hallucinates existence Created by its archons I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
The Wake of Winter’s Reign
The frost retreats beneath the greening hill, its grip undone by one soft breath of rain. The wind grows warm, but trembles, quiet still.
By E. C. Mira8 months ago in Poets
Life, in Stolen Moments
Life, in Stolen Moments — a phrase that captures the beauty hidden in the quiet, fleeting seconds we often overlook. Life isn’t always lived in grand achievements or loud celebrations; sometimes, it unfolds silently — in a passing glance, a whispered memory, a moment of solitude.
By Tahir Mehmood8 months ago in Poets
Just Let Them
A month ago, while navigating the raw pain of a heartbreak, I stumbled upon a YouTube video that unexpectedly struck a chord. It featured an elderly woman reciting a poem with such grace and emotion that I found myself watching it over and over again. Her words felt like they were meant for me—offering comfort during a time when everything felt fragile.
By Muhammad 8 months ago in Poets
Abundance Spell
Abundance flows to me, like leaves grow on trees. Every where I look, There is plenty there to see. Thousands of leaves on trees,
By Lane Burns8 months ago in Poets
95. Content Warning.
You're so pretty. Why? Is it because my last meal didn't have any gluten? Or because "carb" is a four-letter word I haven't heard in years?
By Belle8 months ago in Poets