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LOVE AND VULNERABILITY
I will fight for growth Softly I will violently shed my skin Reveal my tender heart And meet you on my knees in pure vulnerability
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
These Hands
mine aren’t fashioned to hold tight money slips through _____ a million metaphoric hammers jack my grip _____
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
The Wren
Little wren I have no clue when You ended up in here It’s so totally unclear So how, when, why? Did you walk in, or fly?
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Simplest Explanation
Despite everything, there could have been reasons....
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
"E" Clips
Eclipse Acrostic Come On, There's Nothing Too It Look It Is So Easy Perhaps I Should Not Have Written This Evil and Mischievous, That Is Me Personified
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
What a day
What a day it has been! It's a sunny day. The birds are singing. What a bright day it is! What a hedonistic purchase!
By Leonah M2 years ago in Poets
Hunger
we wrap ourselves in layers of scratchy blankets for the third time in as many hours _____ I cannot get enough _____
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Keep Moving
Keep moving life always suffer You will get what actually matter The patience with pain, the waiting eyes rain May hear a gain, but still eyes in pain
By Parveen Baloch 2 years ago in Poets
Why we love?
Love is the cure, For the hard and sick days. So every day should be a new beginning. Reviewing every pain and gain. So let every moment be part of a new beginning.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse Of The Mind
Cliffs in the sky, eclipse of the mind, Casting a shadow beyond space and time. Everything is unfolding exactly as it should,
By Farhat Naseem2 years ago in Poets
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Enduring Love and Legacy
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and meandering streams, lived a remarkable woman named Grandma Marisal. For her granddaughter, Emily, Grandma Marisal wasn't just a family member; she was everything.
By Paula R2 years ago in Poets