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Dear Victoria👩‍🦰
Eyes Like Gold The Face of an Angel A Finished Work of Art An Art of God. ************************* Open Up Open Up my heart to see
By VICTORIA OLUOKUN 2 years ago in Poets
You Terrify Me. Top Story - September 2023.
You terrify me Because from the moment we met I knew We had met before In a waking dream A dream I sought to ignore Something long ago
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Hall of Gratuitous Praise
is writing just a path through a feather quill maze with blank paper passages dawning words of grace? is this labyrinth of stanza’s allays
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Pumpkin Ick
Pumpkin spice! Pumpkin spice! Oh, why so much pumpkin spice? What have I done to be surrounded so much in this life By such a disgusting, repulsive flavoring?
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Poets
WHEN WE DIE . Content Warning.
In verses old, truths we find, From Ecclesiastes, words of the mind, Dust returns to Earth, spirit to God's grace, In Romans, eternal life through Christ we embrace.
By Miguel Ramirez2 years ago in Poets
Why?
Why? Why do I have to have a reason? For not liking someone For not liking something Have I committed some kind of treason?
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Never Met
Sometimes I wish I had never met you Because when you’re not here I think of you I fear There was nothing ever there Between us
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I AM
I am... I am adorable. I am ambitious. I am authentic. I am bold. I am brilliant. I am beautiful. I am compassionate.
By VICTORIA OLUOKUN 2 years ago in Poets
Love is Sweet, Hate is Bitter
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there lived two neighbours, Sarah and Michael. They had known each other since childhood, and their houses stood side by side. Yet, as they grew older, their paths diverged in the most profound way possible that Sarah embodied the sweetness of love, while Michael harboured the bitterness of hate.
By Joseph Bawaijen Godwin2 years ago in Poets
Gnome in the land of fairies
How good it is to be a gnome In the land of fairies bright, Where everyone knows your home, And they know you’re a delight.
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Fat Roll
Oh fat roll, How you jiggle when I walk. Slump, plump, flump. You make it hard to jump. I must take a stroll.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Midwestern Paradise
A sea full of trees in a field of corn where the mist comes in waves and the dreamers are born * beware of the sharks
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets