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Eating The Pets
I never thought love would look like this— us, sitting here at candlelight, but instead of wine and roses, we’re carving into… a schnauzer?!
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
Acceptance
She was ten years old. No... Not even ten years old. She was younger. A child. A young, innocent little child already forced to fight a trauma no young girl should ever have to fight.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
Springtime… in September . Top Story - September 2024.
Unlike Greenday… we sing “Wake Us Up When September Comes!” * September! ** Here in Oz in my family… September ushers in…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
Fresh Pajamas and Sheets
Gentle on my skin, soft and warm A soothing reminder of peace, Of sleep, of all that dreams hold A sacred moment, a favorite time
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
The Silent Struggle
Oh no, here it comes… That slow, creeping pressure, like a balloon inflating inside me, but not the kind you bring to a party.
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
Purr purr purrr
Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz Yawn, yawn streeetttcccchhhhh okay, I’m up Mom, mom, mom, mom,mom,mom momomomomomom…..oh shit. LOOKOUT!
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Write for Me, ChatGPT. AI-Generated.
I was critically analyzing a piece I had just written for the currently ongoing Unfiltered poetry challenge, “tweaking it” for the hundredth time (no exaggeration). My mind began to drift as it frequently does (ADHD queen over here). I thought about how unfair it was that some people used AI generated programs to just write something for them, and began to wonder how many people do that without disclosure on this very platform. I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
September
Written for Mike Singleton's September Dollar Prompt: 🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂 Rainy days with falling leaves We bid farewell to summer's ease
By Anna about a year ago in Poets
One Word Of The Day Is Shambles
PUBLISHED: September 14, 2024 at 3:00 a.m. TODAY’S WORD — SHAMBLES (SHAMBLES: SHAM-buls: A scene or state of great destruction; wreckage.) Mercurynews.com/2024/09/14...
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
The Curse of Prometheus
We were always breaking dawn back in the old days Back when the stars were out and scattered among us Where the liquor was sweet and the meals were fulfilling
By KuroHoshiabout a year ago in Poets
Emperor Of Danger
Neon light and coins popping out of wallets I wanna buy fangs and let the blood run through my tongue Death is my roommate, he knows me too well when I go out in the night
By KuroHoshiabout a year ago in Poets
A Wing or Whopper
“In the jungle, the mighty jungle,” my stomach growls tonight. I waaaaa aaa aaaa annttt a wing or Whopper a wing or Whopper
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets