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Success Doesn’t Come Overnight
Success Doesn’t Come Overnight Success, they whisper, is a fleeting breeze, A gift bestowed with effortless ease. But beneath the surface, hidden from sight,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
The Vegetable #3
Small pint sized green and round stuck in a pod Spreaded all around on a plate with no salt or sauce Using potatoes as a glue to eat them together
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
You See Me
Hey, do you see me Did you read me Can you understand me Do you relate to me You feel me What you want from me I can give you more of me
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
A Plagiaristic Poetic Creature Collection
Introduction I woke up with the idea to create a poem based on animal groupings. We all know "A Murder Of Crows" and some are well known, but I have included some unusual ones here, Buffalo and Eagles were new to me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Needle Trick
If you're as old as me this poem will make sense. If not it probably won't make a lick of sense at all. _____________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
OFFICE HURDLES
If Life piles up deadlines, Stay steadfast and focused. If Work brings you pressure, Find calm in the storm. If Meetings seem endless,
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Poets
ZEN WISDOM
If Life gives you chaos, Find the stillness within. If Life speaks of noise, Listen to the silence. If Life pushes with force,
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Poets
STOIC WISDOM
If Life brings you adversity, Embrace it with calm. If Life tests your patience, Hold steady and firm. If Life challenges your will,
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Poets
Good Night
Goodnight Eyes close Sleeping very peacefully ——————————————————————— 😴 💤
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
My Hands
My creative hands My creative mind Both lead me to creative gold Through my writing my mind shines Through earrings making my hand binds
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
chronic pain. Top Story - December 2024.
i have lived with you forever. some of my earliest memories are full of you. my youthful swagger many have commented on is your presence in my back, knees, and hips. the weight of my world is too great to carry daily,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Everything in My Hands
Always holding something in my hands To bring me peace To bring me comfort To calm my nerves It’s usually my cell phone
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets