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Serenaded by Sirens
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Graduation of emotion
Seduction. Sensibility. Sigh. Smoke. Slum. Syringe. Solitude. Silence. Isolation. Incident. Influence. Idea. Instability. Intensity. Indignation.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a year ago in Poets
Stilling
Stilling between stretches of then and soon I stand in the centre of the soundless eye. Lost in immeasurable stretches to nowhere,
By Fiona Nnekaabout a year ago in Poets
The Hour Is Drawing Near
We are all on this merry-go round called life. It has its ups and downs. But it's always been around. I'm grateful for the memories, despite the distance now. Being alone is the only thing I can do now because you are just a shadow that hangs over my house. I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky. I'm grateful for the life that I gave myself back. Longing for the love I had, but it won't come back. I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
Sounds of Stillness
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
By Aiden Haleabout a year ago in Poets
Unspoken
Silhouetted in the meandering crevices of my mind Is the memory fragment of your hand brushing my long brunette hair
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Recovery Month Is September!
Ode To Recovery September 26 is my recovery birthday It means I have not found it necessary to drink alcohol or take illicit drugs on that day
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Casual?. Content Warning.
There is an irony in describing someone shot as a 'casualty'. screenshot There is nothing 'casual' in the act of bringing a gun into a school,
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
What Does Silence Sound Like?
Simply to have never heard, an Instrumental masterpiece with orchestral strings as they sing their arias high, not even the
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets