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Gambler
The air hangs thick with smoke and sweat, A symphony of clinking coins, a gambler's bet. Beneath the harsh fluorescent glow,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Shaylee’s Sweet Strawberries 🍓
Homeward bound… Our British racing green Camry Cruises down the long black straight After a busy morning at church… Followed by a loud, family lunch…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
The Coming Eclipse
Echoes darkness over light Coming over the sky in the night Live event for all to see Impending time that was foreseen Passing over the North American line
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Poets
Grin. Top Story - April 2024.
Your smile is so contagious They might start another lockdown just to be safe. They will definitely make you wear a mask
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Messy Feelings
How am i meant to tell you how i feel, when I don’t understand what i’m feeling? You walk in the same room as me and my head instantly spins, dizzy. it’s like i’m at the highest point of the world’s dangerous rollercoaster and i can’t decide if i want to stay or get off.
By Bryony-Leigh2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Morning!
When morning comes around again I just might shed a tear I want to stay in bed all day And wait for night to near
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
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Embracing the darkness Calling out my name, Leaves goosebumps on my flesh. I won’t run and hide in fear. Promise me, you’ll fight to stay alive
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
The No Idea Garden of Remembrance
The most popular steamboat spot for writers now is the No Idea Garden of Remembrance. It's an oversized lot. Every writer thinks it is his or hers exclusively, and none of their guests have known it before. The host forgets how they came to know about the garden in the first place, or that among the invited are other writers too.
By Huwaida Ishaaq2 years ago in Poets
ADHD
In a world that moves at breakneck speed, Where minds whirl like a windblown seed. There exists a minority, oft unseen,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
My Son Cut the Cake Without Wearing a Shirt
It was Yousuf's second birthday, oh so true, Family gathered 'round, excitement grew. Balloons filled the lounge, a festive sight,
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Poets
Sun, Moon, Earth
His eyes were like poetry Smiling down on me Like the rays of the sun on the Earth It was born to consume I’m drawn to his magnetic pull
By Nailah Robinson2 years ago in Poets