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It keeps moving up
It keeps moving up The infinite void of blue that gets interrupted by white I want to get to the end I am sure I will get to the end but
By Tommaso Bordignon2 years ago in Poets
The boundary between the two worlds
The boundary between the two worlds Without you, the worlds would battle Everyone sees you when they are on the paddle You are incredible because you are
By Tommaso Bordignon2 years ago in Poets
Crazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The owner of the trigger
Deep wounds, Rising to the surface, Exposing itself as a fresh cut despite historical evidence, Triggered by a simple word within a friendly exchange,
By Serenitee2 years ago in Poets
Liminality
Name a New Year's Day that was anything more than prosaic, I ask myself, untethered ~ bloated and waiting to bleed, like a nasty papercut wrapped in a
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
Our Yearly Ride...
In the dance of the year, January bestows resolutions, As dreams and goals unfurl with February's contributions. March whispers hope in the moonlit night,
By Sugan Ya 2 years ago in Poets
though innocence gone
when innocence was the world seemed lighter, hopeful when worries did not plague me the world seemed brighter, happier that was fleeting
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
We come one. Content Warning.
my hand your neck my head your hand my neck your lips my mouth your breath my lips your neck my breath your kiss
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A Bear! Where?
The Prompt from Sahil Patel: “Think about a time when nature really moved you. Describe how being in a specific natural place made you want to write. Share how the beauty of nature inspired the words you put on paper and how it changed your feelings.” Sahil Patel has weekly prompts on medium.com. Many are nature prompts, at least those are the ones I have responded to.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
I Let My Cat Step on my Keyboard
Every time I open my computer, my cat, Computed Tomography (CT for short), never fails to step on the keyboard. This was especially helpful while I was finishing a challenging twenty page final paper for a master's level molecular biology course. This time around, I figured I'd let her step on my keyboard on purpose, just in case she had anything important to say.
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Poets