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Where the wind takes the honey bee
I am but a feather in the wind A grain of sand in the storm A flake of snow in the blizzard Determined to sing freedom's songs.
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
The Math Test
I woke up this morning unrested Upset that today, I’d be tested Is this all a joke? Or did I have a stroke? I’m depressed by the tears manifested.
By Holly Nace2 years ago in Poets
Fiscal Senryū (川柳)
💰💲💴📖💵🧾💷📖💶💲💰 Fifty Thousand Reads Three Hundred Dollars Are Paid From Vocal To You 💰💲💴📖💵🧾💷📖💶💲💰
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Perched Player
Love perched on my heart Peacefully resting until It cooed another
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
For Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky's grand entrance Tell me you love me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Versus I
Note: Again, I am in the middle of doing multiple things all at once. No luck on the househunting, but taxes are done, exams (first set) are marked (have time off to contemplate what my students do not know); I cleaned, swept, wiped and ran when I could. And it is a beautiful day to start sharing this particular idea.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Nostalgia
Ah, the good old days, how I pine, When life was simple, less online, No smartphones, no social feeds, Just good old-fashioned human needs.
By Geckoi2 years ago in Poets
Ennui
Another day, another yawn, Monotony, my constant spawn. Boredom, my constant companion, Ennui, the king of my dominion.
By Geckoi2 years ago in Poets
Escapism
When the world feels far too real, And life's burdens start to weigh, I dive into a fantasy, Where I can run away.
By Geckoi2 years ago in Poets
Gloom
Oh, depression, my old friend, How you love to make me bend. A constant companion, so they say, Bringing gloom to my every day.
By Geckoi2 years ago in Poets
Paint Me!. Top Story - May 2024.
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Psychomachia. Top Story - May 2024.
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap? A sabotage, mayhap?
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets