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Books
Books on a shelf Books in a row Books in a library Books in a bookstore * Books under bed Books on the nightstand Books in a nursery
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Wealthy
In a land of dreams and golden seams, Where wealth flows like shimmering streams, Lies a tale of riches, untold and true,
By Anim K.2 years ago in Poets
Advice from the Guru
If you see a dog On your porch Or if one approaches Remember to smile They can smell fear 🐕 If you see a shark On the water
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
GOD MODE
In realms beyond our grasp, a code divine, God Mode unveiled, a power to align. With keystrokes typed, control transcends,
By Kelly Emma2 years ago in Poets
PORN DAMAGED
In shadows cast by screens, a silent storm, Whispers of desire, hearts adrift, forlorn. Tales of passion, tangled webs they weave,
By Kelly Emma2 years ago in Poets
Pants In My Closet
In my closet, neatly hung with care, A pair of pants, a fashion affair. Fabric whispers stories, threads of time, A canvas for moments, both mundane and prime.
By Kelly Emma2 years ago in Poets
Who are you talking to
What are you doing Don’t eat that Stop that Get over here Get that out of your mouth Go lay down Go outside Get inside
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Old Mother Combs
Old Mother Combs, when she wanted to stray Would fly through the sky on her broom made of hay. Poor Mother Combs had a home covered in bricks.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Nutty Squirrel's Antics
A squirrel ran up a tree. To find some nuts to fill him with glee. He found some nuts, just the right size, and squirrelled them in his mouth, which doubled in size.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Summer Magic
In the bright realm of summer's golden hue, Where warmth cascades and skies of blue, The season blossoms with vibrant glee,
By Anim K.2 years ago in Poets
Autumn's Fall
In the golden hour of Autumn's embrace, A symphony of colors paints nature's space. Leaves ablaze in hues of amber and red,
By Anim K.2 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
change is the only constant, In this world of signs and simulations, We must adapt and evolve, To survive endless mutations. Lost in the quantum foams unseen, We search for meaning in the in-between, But the past and future are entwined, Our minds are ahead, and we'll leave the past behind. .. Word of signs and simulations. Truths are tanged, Endless mutations .. A realist may be a pessimist or somewhere in between, Lost in the quantum foams unseen! As,
By Alexxmarcer2 years ago in Poets