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Senseless
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/22/24
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Masterful Graft
True obsession unveiling callused hands Sizzling metal eagerly limping. Longing Shaped into gallant hardware tortuously
By Mo Darasiabout a year ago in Poets
i love you, stinky
i love how you shout at me from the doorstep, and your adorable brrrrp when you march by my legs i love how silky your fur is on my skin, promise of warmth in my lap very soon, punctuated by those forgetful little pins kneading me (needing me), and whiffling whiskers tickling my cheek, so eloquent
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
The Psyclepath
Introduction Today three cyclists told me to get out of their way while I was walking, even though there was a cycle path they could use> I didn't move forcing them to go around me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Burn
I heard the ceaseless roar of fire as my ship went up in smoke, The acrid taste of ash and fear wrapped tight around my throat.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
Eviscerated
Ripped out my insides Looking down at what I’ve done Chit’lings anyone?
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Dusk
In twilight's hush, shadows stretch like whispers, The soft rustle of leaves dances on the breeze, Silken petals brush against eager fingertips,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Awakening Sensations
Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey, The distant call of a morning bird sings clear, Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
A Journey of Love and Dreams.
In the quiet whispers of the night, Your laughter dances, a sweet delight. With every glance, my heart takes flight, In your embrace, world feels right.
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
New York, New York
The vibrant energy and curiosity of tourists is always within sight, As are Police and ambulance blaring their sirens day and night.
By Anthony Chanabout a year ago in Poets
𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘…
I’ve been standing up straight for far too long, the lack of respect and attention is altogether wrong. The circulation in my spine is nonexistent,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets