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A Scenic Sight
The breeze blows the smell of carrion. Fields of stinking corpses All rotting in a pile. Jagged horns, crooked antlers.
By Zo Grimmwoodabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet Origami Surprise
* Sugar delight here in my palm Birds cannot fly wings still and calm Does not seem fair so, please excuse me While I prepare
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Treasures Of Pretend
Bones and crosses Luck and fate Wins and losses Love and hate Round the block And back again Running clocks Fences to mend
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Sugar - Sweet
Sugar - Sweet "Sugar, sweet, like morning dew, A touch of magic, pure and true. In every bite, in every sip, A taste that dances on my lips.
By Vinnu Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Clear?. Top Story - August 2024.
~ "Who gives a flyin' fuck, get off my case Cam"; naturally I was perturbed but you know Alice, she is nobody to mess with when she's been dippin' into the sauce ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
The Rain Will Fall
* I could get lost here In this mirrored reflection Untouched by the rain * Blurring emotions Cleansing both, my face and soul
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Phone Keeps Ringing
The high pitched song jolts me from sound slumber. A monophonic ballad tearing my peace asunder. My arm flails frantically, scrying for the source. It’s nowhere near, so I sigh, “But of course”.
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
Forbidden love in the shadows
In the city of Verona, two families, the Montagues and the Capulets, had been at odds for centuries, fueled by a bitter family feud. Their hatred for each other was so strong that even the mention of the other family's name could start a fight, a true testament to the destructive power of hatred vs. love.
By Berryzworldabout a year ago in Poets
Writing in The Dark
Echoes of Eternity, Rippling around me. Energies of Entities, Fill a space I can't see. I feel them clearly, Its just my Theory.
By Keith McHughabout a year ago in Poets
The Angel's Share
Whether your cup be of cider or wine I'll always sing of this liquid divine From malt it is torn From cask it is born And once poured in my glass it is mine.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Red Flag Collector
I’m a red flag collector A bad choice projector My hearts one protecter Though I’ve sure let it down A bad behavior acceptor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Vanishing Act: The Curious Case of Serene's Disappearance
Emails I fired, into the digital void, "Tuesday at 10?"—I felt so annoyed. At 11:30, I tried once more, But Serene had vanished, like folklore.
By Elle Colonabout a year ago in Poets