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Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Our Love Is Music
He calls me Gorgeous every time I smile. Appreciating every dimple and beauty mark, admiring my elegance and style. When his hands grace my skin, I am bound by desire; held captive in his firm grip. The contrast of my soft to his hardness is sublime..I feel like a “Natural Woman”. From the tip of my Afro’ to the soles of my feet, he has blessed every inch of me with kisses..with lips that ride the curve of his smile with divine precision. Those hands of his are patient yet dutiful, melting away my tension.
By Queen Nubian10 months ago in Poets
The Tuk-Tuk and The Dogs
The bus queues were long I gravitated toward the tuk-tuk stand To get home faster, I thought **** There was only one tuk-tuk
By Wanjiru Ciira10 months ago in Poets
Embracing Vulnerability: My Journey as a Young Poet on World Poetry Day
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Love Sucks
I know I can't have you, Let me love you now. until you allow me to... until our circumstance will allow me to love you.
By Windchime11 months ago in Poets
It
I held it in, it didn't go away I kept it's weight but it didn't lighten I pushed it back but it forced it's way through
By Rhashel Price11 months ago in Poets
Frankenstein:The Army Of Fusionend Fear
Generations of preconditioned Frankensteins An army of manipulated fusion Calculated misdeeds turn back the hands of time
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Ain't No Vaccine for the Blues
I got the old Ain't No Vaccine for the Blues blues. You heard me, yeah you heard me all right, That gal done left me
By Dan West11 months ago in Poets
Our Love is Like a Voice Note
Our love is like a voice note, raw and unedited, Full of rambling thoughts, yet somehow poetic. With background noise of life in the mix,
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
1099
I am an independent contractor. Each year, I receive one or more 1099s for working independent jobs for which I have earned over $599.99. I fill out each line in my mind.
By Natalie Wilkinson11 months ago in Poets
Sleeper. Top Story - March 2025.
She washes her face- a soft, cotton pad, camomile cleanser, then rinse in warm water. Brushes her teeth- two minutes on setting 2.
By Deborah Robinson11 months ago in Poets
Titus the Rocking Horse Jockey
There once was a jockey named Titus Who was a pain in the gluteus maximus He really thought he was “The Man” Because he won every race his horse ran
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Poets