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Pick me up to hold me again
When I die, Flowers will bloom upon my grave— Hold me close again~ ~~~ ;) - Kodah
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
Awakening the Dream
Are we just daydreaming, Or do we know we’re consciously creating? Are we still asleep, or embracing Our beautiful awakening,
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets
“The Substance” - Bad Film Review
🪞 ‘Old’ woman takes drug, Becomes hot for seven days, Bleeds more than Carrie. 🪞
By Grz Colmabout a year ago in Poets
Habits
Stars dance as they fall Quick, like it was a habit Like cigarettes burn
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Purple Skies
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, creating a sanctuary for your thoughts. Lena stood at the edge of the cliff, mesmerized by the celestial ballet. She felt the gentle breeze carry the whispers of the universe, echoing the questions that plagued her mind. "What is the purpose of existence?" she wondered.
By Sara Cabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet Symphony
Wings spread wide and free Soaring through the azure sky Nature's symphony
By Sara Cabout a year ago in Poets
Larry, C'mon!
I know you think I'm on repeat, but c'mon! You know I meant well! This whole mess is not my fault! I didn't go to one rally, listen to any speeches, or watch the conventions! I don't even follow the headlines! Heck, I don't even have a duck-darn television. - How can I be responsible for Geese Without Borders? We immigrate every year! I had nothing to do with any of it- you know me, Larry! -
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Gremlins
Mogwai Multiplied There were just three rules! Gizmo shakes his head in shame. Break out the blender! The unofficial challenge: By Matthew Fromm
By Holly Pheniabout a year ago in Poets
Laughter Yoga
Smile ups and not in our cups laughter is our shoutout breath in, breath out trees are at their peak with some falling in the creek
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Minion Who Loves The Sun
In a world of yellow, so bright and fun, Lives a cheeky minion, who loves the sun. He sits on a bench, with a grin ear to ear,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Everyone Happens for a Season
"Watch diligently your DART, because even though it's always sharp, it's occasionally smooth." "The whole torrent with the world is that dips & nitwits are always so flooded w/themselves, while wiser washouts are drained by DROUGHT"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
NO BRA DAY
u n r e s t r i c t e d--- f r e e up^^down_pointed>>full salute)) skywards to F R E E D O M Shout it loud and clear
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets