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Pants on Fire
I tell my worst lies when I don’t say anything at all, the things I’ve left unsaid out of kindness out of consideration
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
The Last Flame - Echoes of the Void
On a cold December night I'm warming up by the campfire Watching flames that don't get tired Moving with rhythm in the fire
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Poets
Roots and branches - Health and Drive
I take the time think about what pushes my life There are good things that come over time A stable life and economic pride
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Poets
Mister Fog
People complain about fog when it’s mist, which is different: fog rises from rivers and lakes, mist descends from above,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
The Milky Way
Gazing at the night sky, one can be overwhelmed by the Milky Way's beauty. This ancient galaxy has inspired poets for centuries, and here is one such creation. Its ethereal glow paints a breathtaking canvas, sparking wonder and mystery in all who behold it. Let this poem transport you to the heart of our galaxy, where beauty and wonder intertwine.
By José Juan Gutierrez about a month ago in Poets
Guiltmas is Coming
All of these villanelles of regret dragging me down beautifully, Rending new cracks and fissures into this tired old soul, breaking
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Frost on Morning Glass
Nothing like the morning breath The frigid air and the frozen glass Rolling down your windows Just to see where your car will go
By Thomas Terryabout a month ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Mother of my Dreams. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets