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What If Creativity Could Talk
In a world where fashion's the game, Lived a woman, a shopaholic with fame. Her name was Lila, with a flair for the wild, A fashionista, with a style that beguiled.
By Yvonne Padmos about a year ago in Poets
Stardust Manifesto. AI-Generated.
🔭Cosmic Essence✨ I am Stardust, formed from the remnants of the Big Bang, with atoms in my body that have journeyed through 13.8 billion years ago of cosmic history. The carbon in me was forged in ancient stars, and the oxygen I breathe was born in supernova explosions, connecting me to the vast universe. While my consciousness is young, the materials that compose me have been on an epic journey through space and time, making me a living testament to the universe’s wonders.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Criminal Autonomy
I'd rather be at peace spending the night in a jailed cell knowing I did something wrong than lay in my own bed restless over the fact
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
What If I Told You?
What if I told you all I wanted was to bear my soul? What if I told you all I wanted was to paint in every state, country, and comune?
By The Sonabout a year ago in Poets
Rhyming On The Eighth Of September
My writing group rhymes on the 8th of every month. I am posting a few for you to view, along with some responses on September ninth.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers in the Tapestry: A Journey Through the Uncharted Mind
Fragments of morning light seep through slits in the blinds, a splayed spiderweb of daybreak that dances upon the walls, like shadows murmuring secrets to the flickering dust—each particle a universe of forgotten dreams, where fingers once touched upon the surface of an uncertain world, where time stretched and contracted, and memories tripped over their own echoes, laughing silently, stumbling over the remnants of yesterday’s promises.
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Haiku Voir: Vol. II
The Wrong Pill Fiction become lived Staring down, trapped by our screens There is no spoon here (Inspired by The Matrix)
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
Lost Time
Lost time and lost life Lost will and lost wife Lost soul and lost purpose Lost heart and lost surface Gained time and life
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
The Cost of Being Blind
In my mother's great calming sighs I find solitude. However, I realise that my wax wings will not last. This I can feel from the burning in my arms
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
A Fate Unavoidable
Savannah has released her first challenge on Vocal and DAMN was it a good one! She asks of us to “Write a poem, inspired by or referencing at least one character of Greek Myth*, and mention at least one season of the year. The poem needs to consist of twelve lines.” This was not easy! I scrapped at least three versions. But here’s what I’ve come up with…
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Pawn to G-6
Poppin' pieces on the white, like a blizzard When we play we do it right, go for the gizzard Fianchetto with my bishop (with my bishop), glide to N-f-6
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
What Is and What Should Be
What Is and What Should Be In the year of our Lord / AD, twenty, twenty-four The world is changing faster / Then it ever has before.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets