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Opportunity of a lifetime
It is an opportunity if it comes to you as a giver Don't wait for your fate, it may come to you and give you a sip of its gifts
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Welcome to the bizarre world
Welcome to the bizarre world. Where nonsense is the language of evil. Where chess is played with fools. All in the presence of the Gurus.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
She, Between Veils
She loves Pearl Jam and crystals, songs in minor keys, rough lyrics tangled with smooth stones, finding magic in the grit and gleam,
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets
Love haiku
Love’s over rated it’s flat beer in a bottle up one day then down
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Smashed Games
Frustrated, The card cuts its same suit. Fights against you, The stripes like a raccoon, And a tail... boots. A boxing match soon.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
embrangle
Embrangle: to perplex or confuse Despite being a new word to me, I love the look, sound and meaning of it. The arrangement of letters remind me of a long, tangled dog’s leash; it’s pronunciation is almost onomatopoeic and the meaning resonates strongly.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
Blissful Welcome Of The First Frost
Winter kisses my rosy cheeks, Frost clings to my lashes, turning them into icy peaks. Crisp glacial air, Tickles my nose, wraps my lungs in a snare.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Sunrise
Bundled up in my coozie My hands wrapped around my warm cup of coffee I sit on the porch swing observing dawn. Dew mingled all over the greyed grass.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
Life is luck or fate
Life is like a game, in which The winner and loser in the bet is a maze, its leaders Heroes and villains Like a battle, its leaders
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Freedom
I wander between a beautiful dream and turmoil Between words and actions, blame is permissible My imagination loses its ghost like dust
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Nights without company
Whenever my imagination wipes the blackness of the night with my eyes And keeps the birds of sleep away from my bed
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
The Law and the Damned Flies
The fly appeared in its black dress Dark in color Truly, its appearance is cursed A cursed black fly The destruction increased with its ominous color
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets