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Bury Me in Knit
When I die dress me comfortably in my favorite yoga pants and a comfortable tee So if God calls me home I can dance with the angels
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Lesser of Two Evils
They keep us starving and in our own separate corners Then they toss a plate of weevils into the middle. We fight
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A January Orange Moon
A January Orange Moon A January orange moon climbs high, A flame in the winter sky. Rising near the Devil's Tower tall,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Supporting each other is free
I follow and like so many of you on here Yet more than three quarters of you, Won’t and don’t support back ? No likes, no comments ? No love
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Manifested a Man out of a Banana
I Manifested a Man out of a Banana I manifested a man out of a banana, It started one night with a touch of magic. Under the moonlight, a spell took hold,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
This isn't About You
I pour from an empty cup into an empty space that can’t… no… doesn’t care to hold it. ”never chase” you laugh over a beer
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Witness
I, as I'm sure thousands in the past have also done, hope that future generations learn from what transpired here today For those who do not take action whether be to their inability to do so, or their not knowing how without it being illegal, the ability to witness and record go a long way
By Donny Foleyabout a year ago in Poets
Impactful Windows
First the room is tenebrous in twilight corners that seem etched with charcoal. I ponder what these gray stone walls
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Future Of AI Might Be Imminent
Balance Between Humanity and AI I have nothing against AI Except when 75% of everything is AI vs 2% of people
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets
Broken Strings
like burned bridges I did not unknot the ties that bind I snipped them with scissors and let the ends fray like tattered ribbon.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Political Twelve
Hail to the chief! (We have to say it, don't we?) Twelve hours until... :( Remember, it is his day. * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Is God Watching The World Burn?
Brother against brother symbols of peace turned to hate seeds from the apple started these roots that have made towers fall
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets