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The Red Carpet
My life's first steps walked softly unsteady On the plush and the lush of life's red carpet Rolled out just ahead of me As a bolt of circuitous what-goes-around
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Hourglass Echoes
life's constant drizzle every soul hears the beating of each grain of sand
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
The Path to Heaven
you can’t get out of hell through hate the tunnel of love is the only escape no access on your license plate? DIAL 0800-APPRECIATE
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Old Lady
I notice I am fading; I am given a dilemma = Do I fight it? There are things offered all the time: Serum for this, cream for that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
A Love Letter to Death
I have long known you, heard you described as a thief, a robber who comes in the night. Snatching life while we are unaware,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Heaven Bound
Raising her arm, fluttering her wing Preparing to fly upward and onward Under purity and innocence, she glides Hauling the soul, she now cradles
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Healer's Hands
Palms etched with a map of battles won and lost, a network of veins like rivers navigating fear. These hands, once small and curious, learned a language
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
Queen Jane. Top Story - March 2024.
It’s just you and me, Queen Jane Trapped like flies in a rosewood morning. Lemon light slides down the wall; Almost made it to that corner now
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
Sonder. Top Story - March 2024.
Nervous whispers in a busy place. Before his eyes, a hundred lives have passed, a hundred people all going their different ways. The weight of it is crushing to the sleep-deprived mind. The weight of knowing, without being able to feel, that every weary traveller he sees is just as real and complete as him. That every over-tired passerby who skates past or slightly lingers near where he sits and writes is just the same. Hiding truths and potentials no one else will ever come to know.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Favorite childhood snack
Oh Spinwheels How i couldn’t wait To get home to Eat you. I would sometimes Daydream about You during the
By Jeremy White2 years ago in Poets
Let's talk about hills and mountains
I have a theory that Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee and North and South Carolina are built On hills and mountains.
By Jeremy White2 years ago in Poets
maybe one day before i die
It trickles down the back of my lungs Sometimes it gets jammed in my knee This gaping-empty feeling yet blasting electrical charge of energy
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets