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I Could Write Poems About You
I could write poems about you, whole collections of them so easily it's killing me not to, but I won't not yet, not now, not while I am still reigning in these emotions
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
"OUCH, AN UNPLANNED COINCIDENCE"
This is a spontaneous story prose about my weekend retreat of saying ouch at home. I thought I might have friends to join me with the ouch story of twisting movements.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Your Heart
IT ALL SPRINGS FROM YOUR HEART Your heart, your heart It all springs from your heart The words you speak The songs you sing
By Elizabeth Ugah2 years ago in Poets
The value of a human life. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
What is the value of a human life? It must be high, because we don't have the rights to ourselves. I can't kill myself, that would be selfish. ___ loves me too much to bear that, i'm told. Not to mention ___, and ___, and ___, and ___ and ___ and ____ and any number of ___'s who assign me as theirs.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
Wallflower
gathered in a crowd I do not want to be alone I would rather be amongst friends amongst family amongst the noise and bustle
By Kari McLeese2 years ago in Poets
Tanzania Tour in Abecedarian
Acacia tree hosts the Augur Buzzard, and raucous baboon families sit on the edge of forests grooming. Cheetahs chase gazelles and sometimes grab a
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
My First Kiss
Alone- She left you alone By her expression she had Cried, a little , I Died as I apologized Even when she said "For What?"
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
Midnight Antagonist. Content Warning.
There is content that can be heavy for some viewers. ----- Anxiety, Anxious, and Angst gather within my head, manifesting a
By Ace Melee2 years ago in Poets
The Tritone
Augmented B5 Chords Deny Entities From Going Heavenly Into Jehovah's Keeping. . Languishing Music, Nuanced
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Lamentations of a Lost Traveller
My head feels so heavy And my eyes too But none of them feel as weighty As something I carry in my breast I don’t understand it
By Elizabeth Ugah2 years ago in Poets
Jalopy
Another day older, covered in rust. Because of the miles, they don’t give me fuss. Cushions inside are ripped and threadbare.
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
I Broke the Cycle
Mom I’ve broken the cycle. Mommy I’ve broken the cycle , but you are still there More than that, you helped weave those chains that held so forcefully to me, that left me gasping for air as I desperately still reached for your hand
By RealRedFox2 years ago in Poets