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Bowl Of Light
Bowl of Light The old man sat by the window pane, Watching the world wake up again. No grand estate, no gilded dome,
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Stop, Hear My Plead
Hey listen to me I need you to stop feeling bad It makes me sad So please make me glad Stop hurting I know you're sheading
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
The Case of Vanishing Cookies
A sneaky little sparrow, So bold and so free, Stole cookies for breakfast— Now who’d disagree? I’m back at the bakery. After the last time, I wanted to see if the sparrow is a regular culprit here.
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets
Little Hands, Big Plans
It’s noon, and I’m on my way to pick up my older nephew from kindergarten. Stopping in front of the gates, I spot him—the blue whale bag with squiggly eyes gives him away in the horde of kids.
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets
She Arrives in Silence
She arrives in silence— slippers of smoke, unlacing the hush between one breath and the next. . She does not knock.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Note to self: Do NOT cheer yourself up with a fry-up!
Note to self: . Do NOT cheer yourself up with a fry-up! . Do NOT cheer yourself up with an unhealthy fry-up! . Do NOT cheer yourself up with an empty-calorie-laden fry-up!
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi8 months ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
The Last Drop
O Water! Thou crystal spirit of divine hue, Whose silence sings more than the tongue of dew. Born before time, in Eden's golden jar,
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
The Gospel of Water
I am the drop you forgot on your lips, The river you mocked in plastic slips, The ocean that wept when you turned to war,
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Just A Girl Standing In Front Of A Boy
Thoughts: **** No, I don’t wanna talk to you Don’t wanna share a drink I can tell you’ve had a few The way you talk to me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Star-Crossed, Hapless And Unfortunate
My non poem, poem about the things that I don't say **** For the most part, dogs are pretty selective about where they choose to poop, based on a combination of things, including scent marking, comfort preferences, and even their perception of the Earth's magnetic field.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets