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ple·o·nasm [ˈplēəˌnazəm] noun the use of more words than are necessary to convey meaning (e.g. see with one’s eyes), either as a fault of style or for emphasis. Bing
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Pose For Me
Pose for me, be my muse, my love - But why? So you can highlight - Your imperfections? Your lines? - Yes! I don't like those parts
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Wisdom's Resilience
In the labyrinth of the mind, grievances reside Weighted burdens upon which thoughts collide Troubles, they whisper, are crafted by your own hand
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF The TAINTED
In the stillness of the night, when the world holds its breath, the whispers of the tainted begin their dance, seeping through the cracks of innocence, a symphony of deceit that lingers in the air, clinging to the walls, the curtains, the very soul. These whispers are not loud, they do not shout or rage, but they are insidious, relentless, a constant murmur that erodes the spirit.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
VEINS OF DECAY
In the heart of the city, veins of decay run deep, hidden beneath the facade of glass and steel, the glittering surface masking the rot within. Whispers echo through hollow halls, reverberating with the promise of power, the clink of coins exchanged in shadowed hands, deals struck in hushed tones, as the lifeblood of corruption pulses unseen.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Death
Death Come take my breath Death There is nothing left So, take me away Death Where are you Death I can't seem to reach you
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
The Forsaken Corpseborn Chapter 3
A few days later, A ravenous hunger, Awoke deep inside me. Father told me, This need to eat human flesh, Is perfectly normal.
By Serenity Zahnle2 years ago in Poets
Embracing Life's Ups and Downs
In the ebb and flow of existence's tide Success and failure forever reside Happiness and loss, intertwined they be A tapestry woven, for all to see
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
Unfamiliar Love
I am not used to being loved. I do my own stuff—not because I always like to, but because I have to . In a crowded world, I stand alone, not because I'm an introvert, but because people scare me.
By Sugan Ya 2 years ago in Poets
Way Past Forgiveness
I'll never forgive you. And I'll never forget you, either. I'll never accept you. And I'll always perfect you, too. I'll never love you again.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
SUNRISE
There's something so beautiful about waking up to a sunrise you didn't think you'd see. You didn't want to see. She sits at the fold between heaven and here, beckoning you to witness her ascension. A glorious ball of fire asking you to join her.
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
What is Love?
Here’s what the Bible tells us…. “Storge”- affection. Covers an array of loves. “Philia”-friendship. It is love dismissed.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets