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Unsettled
Spirit been on E lately Low and unfed Hunger and longing my soul cried out Ignoring the cry makes my body frozen in bed
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Anemology
My chosen word: Anemology - the study of winds I love wind. Windy days, I think, make you remember more than anything that there are things on this planet over which you have no control - and I love that. Wind is passionate; it's a driver. That feeling of it pummelling you on a really windy day just cannot be beaten.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Who doesn't love?
Love is everywhere. Just look around you. You will see it in every corner. Who doesn't love? Who doesn't want to be in love?
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
My cheapest toy
My tears stained the ground because of you. I cried silently after your betrayal. You claimed to love and care about me. You were never present when I needed you.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
You Won't Pull Me Down Again. Content Warning.
You haven't seen me in many years, That isn't to say that I don't remember what you did to me. I remember... You broke my bones,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
earth / breathe / sugar sweet
to be alive—to breathe in the autumn breeze under the trees to bow my head, to thank this world for having me to extend a hand up to Gaea, pay my respects
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Mask of Masks
I wear a mask made of masks Because we create the vision of who we want to be When I’m with you I’m the me you see Who am I?
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Before the first drop
A canvas waits for its naked body to be clothed. Tins of paint wait to be mixed into a colorful symphony. The conductor holds her paintbrush.
By Rachael Mathewabout a year ago in Poets
CONFUSION:
I don't know if this will be approved but keep in mind this is about a beautiful person passing from this realm to the next and it is the emotions of confusion that are at play here, not a rant against god..but the questions that are left open..most notably why? As you can see by the date I wrote it a few years ago but it wasn't approved but I don't recall why or even remember if they gave me a reason..maybe because God is mentioned? I don't know but this is about my sister when she passed in first days of the epidemic with all the same symptoms of it but we were lucky to say goodbye compared to so many people.
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
decisions
the pen in my hands is unbalanced. we're down in the dark, our irises shaped like gods' grand statues think you can confront me?
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Immortal
IMMORTAL One day, Maybe today, Maybe tomorrow, Maybe never... A hand will open a page.. And a pair of eyes will read what you,
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
In The Midnight Hour
Only by forces beyond my comprehension was I able to make it through the night. Throughout the midnight hour my mind was plagued with incessant existential questions. Is there any logical reason to keep going. I think not, but what can we do? We’re all just slaves to our desire for survival. We’re still primordial creatures fixated on a constant cycle of processing our nutritional, and hygienic necessities. Will technology break this curse, or will it be our downfall?
By Paul Bernard Fowlerabout a year ago in Poets