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satisfied. accepted. euphoric. happy. show me the bread and pass the butter; I always want to feel this way. -- it might be a pile of flour, water, and salt, but I was always satisfied.
By Courtney Ann2 years ago in Poets
The Buddha's Bowl of Rice
There once was a prince named Siddhartha who, much like his people, felt ill content of life and so took it upon himself,
By Rajkumarie Devi2 years ago in Poets
From Heaven to Hell
Smell and taste intertwined - the strongest senses, memory recalled – can return at any time ~ Tastes from the past burst forth
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Walking Wounded
"How many scars did you have to justify because you loved the person holding the knife" I heard this recently, and while not my own, these words struck me.
By Jennifer Perez2 years ago in Poets
Fear
dont u ever feel scared dont u feel the pain i see u in every men thats how i end from where i begin i stop and again felt the same
By AINA 2 years ago in Poets
mirror . Content Warning.
the life that filled the gaps in my jeans tightens around my waist. i can’t breathe. i miss dying. i know i’m not supposed to say that.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
Seeker. Top Story - March 2024.
I've sought approval that I've never found. Wasted so much time, digging my heels in the ground. Sure that if only I had validation,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
The fight for love
Our love is to stay. Defeat all odds and fight. For the security of our love, We should not stay at one point. Nothing should stop in our way,
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Foreign Country
Entering the dating world is like entering a foreign country. The language of romance is a foreign language
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
Our forever love
We love to stay, We forgive it's love. So always say, I live to love. I love to live. I will never forget, Your love for me.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
This Is How You Pig Out Like A Champ
Before you arrive at foodie emporium, ensure that your bellies are empty and light. Platefuls of food will fill you up
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
The Annual Poetry Award for the Token Poverty Class Poet
I do not care for your quotidian sesquipedalian poetry or prose. Periphrastic pensive gazing from your opulent safety glass windows incites me to vomit my plastic pellet fish and glyphosate potato dish over it. You obfuscate words to sunder your world from mine, erecting the heart’s frozen vault, creating the ironic foundation of your whining melancholy.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets