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The Voice I Lean On
In the still moments when chaos reigns, And my thoughts are ensnared in stubborn chains, A voice emerges, serene and distinct,
By Tendayi Ngwerumeabout a year ago in Poets
Absurdities
Cripples and bastards and broken things Simple disasters demand such dreams I scour the mirror and all I see Is someone one completely made of all three
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Status Quo’s
Blindsided, headfirst, in plain sight A one hit wonder, overnight Overwhelmed and under paid Shielding a broken heart from pain
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
"HUGS NO HATE". Content Warning.
This is to inform humanity that I do not write 'just about myself'. I use I because I wrote it. My writings, songs, art, & music are all about you, everyone, they, theirs, them, them, her, him, he, & me. I have authored many stories since I began publishing again in 2023. I chose a lot of my teenage poems to publish in the beggining. I have spontaneously authored other stories, poems, song lyrics, videos, & my own short piano tunes. The stories, & 'all that jazz,' are written about humanity. I know there are a few people who think It's all about me, but 'no way' it's all about. We all live, love, hate, sleep, eat, & go about our chores, our work, our studies everyday on life's highway.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Ugly Fanny advertised for a man
Ugly Fanny advertised for a man Ugly Fanny was seeking a man, But when they met her, they ran fast as they can. She offered her body, her brains, and her heart,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What A Joy
A fiery joy That can’t be contain Bust out in laughter Cry happy tears A joy that is contagious Everyone smiling Playing, singing, and dancing
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Chain of Unwrapping
I open the labradoodle and out came an oatmeal cookie. I open the oatmeal cookie and out came the powdered sugar. I open the powdered sugar and out came the painful cavity.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
I have a thing for poetry
I tell them, "I have a thing for poetry." intense intimate sort of thing that causes night sweat dreams - a seduced-by-salacious-wordplay
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Unfair on the Line
Dear job, you’re a grind, (but nah, I don’t hate you). It’s true, I just hate the kind who play games to get their way,
By Diani Alvarengaabout a year ago in Poets
The Itsy Bitsy Spider 2.0
The itsy bitsy spider hangs above my bed Nine little legs dancing on a silky strand Collection of atoms more rare than gold and gems
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Blackout Poetry
Blackout Poetry In a sea of printed words, new worlds emerge, where black ink covers, and secrets find their way.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets