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Shoutout to My Parasocial Elders . Top Story - May 2024.
Shoutout to My Parasocial Elders, to my Community Healers whom I’ve never met. ⠀ Shoutout to Mimi Zhu who taught me to
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Dancing the Cosmos
Stretch out a canvas at the edge of the sea Use the salty breeze to make an impression of blue Commission waves to carry you past the horizon
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Lap
There’s nothing like sitting in Grandma’s lap While she reads stories from a children’s book Cuddling up nice and close Smelling the comforting odor of Gardenia
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
LONGING
Don’t leave I whispered As she walked away I wanted Another round Of bottomless fries Now I’d have to wait
By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Poets
Prehistoric Sex-Ed
Could a Tyrannosaurus truly have sex, with such little arms and broad chest? Could it comfortably mount its steed long enough to spread its seed?
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
"Petals of Joy"
Roses red, like love's sweet fire, Lilies white, like innocence's desire, Sunflowers tall, like hope's bright ray, Daisies dancing, in a happy sway.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Lost Sense of Wonder; And Connection
when did we lose grip of our sense of wonder in the world? was it when the signals to our modems and routers increased, when the pixels and bytes in our stations of play and communication increased?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
There was once a boy, A boy who had a feeling he couldn't explain. A feeling towards a girl, A feeling he couldn't contain.
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
The agony
The agony, in her life. She is going through a lot. Anguish and sorrow are her daily meals. Nonetheless, she conceals the pain.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Southpaw
Why am I left- handed? I started reading the Bible on February 13, 2022 and finished it a year later. And the right hand is the hand spoken of in the Bible. The Bailiff says” raise your right hand” in courtrooms, people extend their right hand to me for a handshake, and I’m over here ,so left-handed.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Road Tripping
The open road on a sunny day, middle of nowhere, middle of May. Radio cranking, windows down. Nothing but highway, no one around.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
King of the Proud
Oh, great and mighty ancient terror of the high seas Untouchable by sword, by spear, even man's harpoon Your nostrils flame, mouth ringed with fearsome teeth
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets