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The Star Man From A Realm
The Star Man From A Realm He did not arrive with noise or warning, He simply appeared where thoughts grow thin. As if the air had learned a new expression,
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
❤️ ❤️ Manifestation Mantra Poem of Princess Bari, Thy Gothic Goddess of Love, Liberty, and Luminosity 亮度 ❤️ ❤️
It starts with love. . . "The purpose of life's good and bad is to teach us to be better people, which is why you have to overcome this and appreciate the beauty of life." ― Hwang Sok-yong, "Princes Bari"
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King9 days ago in Poets
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well You were not sent fire, or thunder, or fear, only a steady face that does not flinch.
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
An Emergency Broadcast
This is an emergency broadcast. Please remain calm. * Lock all doors. Lock all windows. Secure your building. Stay indoors.
By Luna Jordan9 days ago in Poets
Bright Enough
I used to dim myself automatically like a phone on low battery, saving power for people who never noticed the light in the first place.
By Milan Milic9 days ago in Poets
We Are No Different from Moths
We see the moth fly close to the flame and think it must be foolish to come so near fire with such flimsy wings.
By Seema Patel9 days ago in Poets
WORKPLACE SAFETY
This notice has been reposted due to repeated incidents. Rules are in place for a reason. All employees must follow the rules below.
By Luna Jordan9 days ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambert9 days ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambert9 days ago in Poets
The New Measure
I used to measure my worth by who replied. By the little typing bubble, by the seen-check, by whether you showed up
By Milan Milic9 days ago in Poets
The Naked Woman in My Backyard
Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
By Gail Winfree9 days ago in Poets
Dark Spirits Walking The Earth
Dark Spirits Walking The Earth They walk beside us with borrowed faces, eyes steady, holding centuries in their calm. Not ghosts, not myths, not things we summon,
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets