First Draft

Ghosts-2
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
picnic dates with you
bright sunny afternoons translate to calm dates in the park with my love picnics in the grass with our blankets creating a barrier between the fresh morning dew
By Maj Forbesabout a year ago in Poets
2025
In the shadow of years now past, We stand in 2025 at last. A bridge of hope, a path untold, A story written in hearts so bold.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
An Ode to Saint Nick
I'm reaching level 3 anxiety Hands clammy Sweaty I wait and watch As the auctioneer bangs his gavel One more item to sell
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Spiritual Emergency Contact
Things I accidentally used you for, a poem A teddy bear A tree A vine A root A star The moon A slot machine A coin
By Michaela Smithabout a year ago in Poets
My Jutsu
Are you ready for what's about to happen? Are you ready for the sacrifices you'd have to make? It isn't news that this was overdue, is it?
By Harydo Neonabout a year ago in Poets
The Year is Dying
Tick, The year is dying, Tock, It is old, Tick, And weary, Tock, Full of pain, Tick tock, But it isn't afraid, Tick,
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Poets
The Process
I write my soul To process things outside my control Not everything felt is good It may feel good But some are just a welt
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Another New Year Tribute?
Almost missed the drop. 2025 is here! Please, I need a hug... * 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 about a year ago in Poets
Oblivious
Sometimes it’s better to be oblivious Than to be fully aware of the insidiousness that surrounds us Sometimes it’s better to shut one’s eyes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Night
The night unfolds its velvet wings, A whispered breeze that softly sings. Beneath the sky, so vast, so wide, The moon’s pale light, the stars collide.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Final Words
2024 was tough, 2025 will be good, In fact, 2025 is good! Declare with me if you believe this; '2025 is good!' Thank you all for sticking around throughout the year,
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau about a year ago in Poets