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The Rave.
In neon's glow, the city stirs, As night descends, excitement blurs, The beat, a pulse, electrifies, In hearts that yearn to feel alive.
By Sebastian Clarke2 years ago in Poets
Kaleidoscope
* The cops have kept the lid sealed on this secret, pretty tight what happens to the ladies when the eclipse has peek'd its height
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
# A Python Poem
# A Python Poem def main(): print("In the realm of code, where indents rule,") print("Python dances gracefully, a language so cool.")
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Love is Enough
"Love is Enough" is a poem written by William Morris, a renowned British poet, craftsman, and socialist activist of the 19th century. It was first published in 1873 as part of a collection of poems under the same title. The poem reflects Morris's belief in the power of love to overcome adversity and bring fulfillment to life.
By Azmat Ullah 2 years ago in Poets
TRUMP MADNESS
In the whirlwind of politics, a figure emerged, With bombastic rhetoric, his voice surged. Donald Trump, a name that echoed loud,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
WAR ON VETERAN
In the quiet hours, when the world sleeps, A veteran's soul silently weeps. For in the echoes of battles fought, Lies the burden of wars, dearly bought.
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
How can you reach the first thousand reads in Vocal and how long does this take?
Anyone have any tips for getting to the first thousand reads and getting some subscribers interested in your content? How much time is expected to achieve such goals?
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
The Best Pet!
I want a pet! And I want it now! Well, what do you want? I dunno… But I sure don’t want a cow!! Why not? A tiny calf is so cute to pat…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
sometimes i dont want to go home
when rays of light hit her face just so she seems to glow like the sun itself and the rare cackle of her laugh is as powerful
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Arctic fox
The Arctic fox is well adapted to survive in the extreme cold of the Arctic region, with a thick fur coat that changes color with the seasons to provide camouflage.
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony Of Creation
In the beginning, there was nothing but an infinite void, a canvas waiting for the brushstroke of existence. Within this emptiness, there stirred an essence, a spark yearning to ignite the symphony of creation. This essence, the primordial force, danced in the silence, shaping itself into the very fabric of reality.
By AKINDOYIN AKINTOYESE2 years ago in Poets
The sweet, airy treat - the marshmallow
In a land where the cocoa rivers flow, And the mountains of sugar softly glow, Lies a fluffy delight, so light and mellow,
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets