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A Soft Start
A smile offered. Nothing loud. Nothing forced. Just a small human moment that lands gently and stays. Most days do not change because of big events. They change because of tiny things we almost ignore. A warm cup held with both hands. Morning light slipping through a window. A soft thought that says, today can be kind.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Poets
Where Do Passing Thoughts Go?
Where does it go once it leaves the mind? Passing thoughts move through our lives the same way we move across paths and places every day. Each one carries energy. Each one mingles with the world around us, connecting us to a shared home we rarely notice: the silent, living earth beneath our feet. Even the thoughts we barely acknowledge participate in this quiet exchange. They may feel fleeting to us, but they do not disappear without leaving some kind of imprint.
By MB | Stories & Moreabout a month ago in Poets
Rain Dance
She listens to the sound of the rain as it falls And knows that to her it beckons and calls The gentle drops turn into a full downpour
By Cheryl E Prestonabout a month ago in Poets
Celebration
Introduction Vocal has finally got in touch and put forward an acceptable solution that will allow me to stay on as a V+ member, so I thought I would write a poem to celebrate.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
Inappropriate Therapist
My therapist laughs at my pain With a joke he will never refrain I’ll tell stories of trauma He’ll say “your momma” And “that’s what she said” when I say brain
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Be Wary Your Flame
We all have a flame that burns inside us... Or at least we used to. So many people... Have no flame left... No passion...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about a month ago in Poets
My Fictional Negligee. Content Warning.
Before I prepare my bed of words, I dress myself up in my fictional negligee, feel the supple butteriness of the silk spilling down from my shoulders,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Incarcerated Brothers, Maybe Broooothers, Like Brothers Brothers
I'm GAY! Not the funny type of gay! The real, gay, the gay gay shit! Well, it started when my father wasn't able to tell me he loved me! Then my mother left me on a door-step of another neighbor! Real TOUGH shit! I got like 10 baby momma's! Some horse radish ice-cream, but truth be told, I kind of needed some pillow talk time! I needed "SEX"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" sex... Nah, just sex. I needed "MONEY"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" money... Nah, just money. So this is the last time I'm telling you...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Jólakötturinn
Introduction I found this in a Facebook article which explains the real legend, but I am just going to use it as a short Ghazal.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
A winter haiku
The snowbound tree moves The roots under the cold ground Settling in for sleep Every winter- A recollection upon
By Salomé Saffiriabout a month ago in Poets
the spark extinguishing. Content Warning.
vibrant and saturated the colors of a true heart never fade gradients arrange and repeat the values lay broken a square of earth down ten feet
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
Roots of Roses
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets