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Optimism
Gas station coffee Burns like real optimism Still buy another
By SUEDE the poet18 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"18 days ago in Poets
Ambiance
Fireplace on screen Crackles in high definition Hands learn irony
By SUEDE the poet18 days ago in Poets
6 7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡18 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"18 days ago in Poets
The Beyond Coalition
Researchist of the Beyond Coalition: Where being already welcome is a personal promise and the entry form. Smell the air, something has a leak, over twin peaks, made it through, then grabbed you, and stole all the good, good vibes in your view. Indebted, profits off your back-breaking dread, till you’re dead, when you taste it, you can’t hide the sick. You’re born to lose, laws trick you to choose to over soothe. Laws lie; you watch rising prices, only consistent in the booze aisle. No hope, might as well grab the dope, just choose your van life in the Walmart lot, or fade away, always heading the fast food line.
By Willem Indigo18 days ago in Poets
Just Me
I want to be me. Just me, with no pains and aches Of old joints and heart. Author’s Note: this is in response to Tanya Lei’s unofficial challenge:
By Lana V Lynx18 days ago in Poets
Starting the Winter Morning Commute Dragon Style...
See my dragon breath! ROAAAAAAAAAAR! Be gone fog, ice and mist! Come! The day be won!
By Caroline Jane19 days ago in Poets
Roughly, A Ninety Day Sentence
caught in December teeth chattering my demise Oh, but for July
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden20 days ago in Poets
New Year’s Jam at Outstages Café
The Final Word from Outstages Café "As the clock swings round and the rhythm takes hold, we invite you to join the stomp. This isn’t just a jam; it’s a celebration of the 'wildwood heart' in all of us.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 20 days ago in Poets
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You thought you had me So did I though I made it through going straight up to the top kinda I'm scared of heights little did I know that the lifting
By Colleen Walters20 days ago in Poets
Out My Ass
Out my ass it goes, the shit magnet twirls inside— like a lawn mower. Author's website YouTube
By Tom Baker21 days ago in Poets