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Rhyming On The Eighth Of Each Month
My writing site is called My Writing and yours. The first two are some of the yours: 1) Forty-seven years ago today I was working on a way
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
A Child's Imagination
oh, to live rent free in that space between dreams and reality where you can taste what you see and hear with your mind i would find me a seat somewhere neath a willow tree
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 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 Historian2 months 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 Historian2 months ago in Poets
Previous Life. Content Warning.
I must have been an asshole in a previous life— broke hearts out of boredom, crushed dreams to relieve the tedium of the day,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
I was never there
I was never there I thought it was unfair Caught in their lair So many evil stares From places they came I did not know where
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
I See You
Like a digital shadow, you lurk in my feed, Clicking my posts like it’s oxygen you need. You lurk in the comments, you scroll through my past,
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
Take that chance
Take that chance and start to love yourself more than you ever had a chance Take that chance and love your inner and outer self because nobody else will make sense out of your inner loving self
By Darkos2 months ago in Poets
Welcome to Villanelle Hell
I just wanted a simple villanelle Thomas and Plath made it look so easy - no mad descent into iambic hell. ***** The refrains look simple, I couldn't tell
By John R. Godwin2 months 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 Historian2 months ago in Poets
Finding Baby Sofia. Content Warning.
Vicki created, edited, wrote this story. Vicki Lawana Trusselli The Cry They Tried to Erase This is not just a video. It is a living archive, a protest suite, a cadence of care. Baby Sofia lies on the cracked concrete floor, wrapped in pink, crying against silence. The images, the captions, the cries, and the soundtrack together form a witness that refuses erasure.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Sdrawrof. Content Warning.
Soil and its roots could teach a teacher how to reach. Branches and their leaves could preach to a preacher on light to seek.
By Us2 months ago in Poets