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Sandcastle dream. Top Story - February 2024.
The graves of my heart, are dug deep, into the soil of my soul On a shore far away, from my dark places, where I send postcards
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Funny Farm
In the tall grass prairie Used to roam large buffalo Until an old farmer not by the name of Fred Because that was his brother, named Joe instead
By McKenzie McQuade2 years ago in Poets
Golden Silence
In silence, a deaf person cries, echoes play, in a world of quietude, and shades of gray, ripples the day. Sounds now,
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Women in Love
Anyone who loves Beware of a sinking heart. Cold hearts Dance on a golden charm. Embracing the icy spoils of Forgiveness, like the halting piercing.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
This Great Mystery
My dad is largely a mystery to me. He died in August of 1991; my dad. There is never a convenient time to die, but that was a particularly inopportune moment.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
ODYSSEY TO PARADISE
She described to me in her words in text messages with incredible precision what was happening in the pores of her body as if my eyes were the ones in front of her who could observe, live and feel the madness, a kind of magic that crossed the borders, the seduction in which she was immersed in those moments in which she lost control of the situation, captive of her desires, of her intense delusions as a woman.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
Spilling my guts. Content Warning.
We were told, that we were supposed to grow so we could be big and strong But what they forgot to mention was that you weren't supposed to be too big or too strong
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Our Final Goodbye
The dark room holds no promises, and I give myself over to the unknown. I am unsure if this is poison or merely a cautionary fib.
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
The Library of Lost Words
Through labyrinthine shelves, shadows creep, Where forgotten words, their stories seep. Leather volumes, bound in moonlit sighs,
By Ivan2 years ago in Poets
The Book of Unwritten Chapters
Pages remain blank, untouched by ink, Stories untold, emotions that sink. Words that choked back, trapped in fear's tight hold,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets