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Life's Equation
The world is yours and mine. But in the last, it forms part of those, Civilized health and plenty of years. Experience the life’s glamour and experience the life’s worth.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers in the Tapestry: A Journey Through the Uncharted Mind
Fragments of morning light seep through slits in the blinds, a splayed spiderweb of daybreak that dances upon the walls, like shadows murmuring secrets to the flickering dust—each particle a universe of forgotten dreams, where fingers once touched upon the surface of an uncertain world, where time stretched and contracted, and memories tripped over their own echoes, laughing silently, stumbling over the remnants of yesterday’s promises.
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Fibonacci Poetry
Fibonacci sequence in the syllable count: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. Bing I read a story about where the Fibonacci sequence came from. It is now used in many places including a poetry form. The story interested me as it discusses how rabbits pair and have baby rabbits.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
i have a lot to say. Content Warning.
i have a lot to say and a lot of people i want to hear me say it so it isn't the throws of shade no intentions of addressing inequitable exchanges
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
i don't know. Content Warning.
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
What I Hear When There is Nothing to Hear
Sleepless, small hours, anxiety. I entreat cotton, hair and teeth, Let their sounds placate my agony. Eager earworms hatch internally.
By Addison Alderabout a year ago in Poets
this is for a tyrant. Content Warning.
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
A Solitary Journey
You know, each person has his own way to go and no one can intercede for you. There are obstacles and spectacular views to enjoy at certain points on the journey.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Creeping Shadows
In twilight's hush, where shadows creep, A chilling presence, a haunting sleep. The wind howls softly, a mournful sound, As darkness gathers, all around.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets