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Love for Sale is a Misnomer
Besides a whole family home, people are lonely. Since the lockdowns from the pandemic, we haven’t been the same. The desperation for company and relationships is discernible. And the pain is real. How can we rebound? The proof is everywhere. Ads for online dating, incels looking for a connection willing to pay for a service that doesn’t exist. And yet, folks keep signing up, hoping for a miracle and being taken advantage of primarily by charlatans or bots. These days, incels talk to fake people without knowing the difference.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Poets
The seed of a strawberry 🍓
There's a strawberry seed stuck between my molars this biting part of fructose tomorrows. Sunward burning - down my lashes,
By Safa Jama2 years ago in Poets
The King of San Juan
Sitting on the balcony of what might be called the penthouse, if a flophouse can boast such a thing, (the mini-fridge and upright fan
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Insomni(ugh)
Here we are, again. Up all night, again. Scared to go to bed, again. Not just scared to go to sleep. Physically afraid of my bed.
By Test2 years ago in Poets
Ms. Gonzalez
Ms. Gonzalez Knowing what I do now, it’s safe to say I have feelings for you yet I don’t know how Amplified by your beauty that seems to speak to me so elegant & eloquently
By J2 years ago in Poets
Golden Dawn
When he stirs at the beginning of an unused day, he sees the Sun's brilliant bars on the endless sky. Like a Sun fireball, the Sun fills the sky and moves with the stars.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
Art of Being
2017 The art of being - Here. Where the past is created and the future explored, It is the filling of one’s lungs And the release of another’s.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets
To love or to be in love
Look into her eyes; you will. Look at her smile; she will speak. In her eyes, there is beauty. In her smile, there is confidence.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
The B in LGBTQ+
Belonging at last, In a binary - A spectrum of hearts, not merely two parts, Bisexuality whispers of freedom. The borders of gender do not confine love.
By Charlene Ann Mildred Barroga2 years ago in Poets
Post-Colonial Education
“Eternal Father bless our land Guide us with Thy mighty hand” Our anthem, sang each morning With formality, in khaki uniforms
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Unbroken Sun Rise
Like an unbroken sunrise, we will rise (we will rise) Higher than the mountains, we'll touch the sky (touch the sky)
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
The Last Chance
"Exactly how it was so tough to understand that you made use of to exist?! Exactly how it really felt so poor to inform you bye-bye?!
By Lightbringer 2 years ago in Poets