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Beach Eyes
She was beautiful but in the way of a sunrise. Untouchable. But right there in his chest like a lingering cold. No, like the lingering mouthful of saltwater
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
unfinished business. Content Warning.
the log in my eye the shadow i see from the mob comes for me light grows at the eventual horizon to give my unfinished business back to me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Enchanting Colours
In this land of magic and wonder Where every shade dances and sings The sky and earth forever entwined In a kaleidoscope of colorful rings
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Steam
It rises, steam, freely, a gas giver, heavenward; Heat from meats, from greens, from beans, from us, All heading upwards, twisting puffs uniting in teams:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Frosty Air Bites
Sweet gentian, how do you fare Have you heard the call of the mountain air I have indeed heard the mountain's song It beckons me to where I belong
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Haiku Voir
Exeunt That famous bard wrote Exit, pursued by a bear Live life as if true (Inspired by A Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare)
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Año ANNIVERSARY
An año anniversary. Noticed notifications. Neither naughty or nice. Insightful intriguing Instagram. Visions valued, visiting vicariously.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Rasta Life. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sunrise splashed gold across the palm trees, coaxing Winston out of his hammock. He wasn't much for routines, but the rhythm of the island kept him in check. First things first - a strong cup of bush tea, brewed from secret leaves his grandma taught him about. Sipping it slow, he watched the mountains wake up, a smoky blue haze clinging to their peaks.
By The traveler2 years ago in Poets
mostly ambiguous. Content Warning.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Full Tilt
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Soul-3
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets