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Empty Pockets
Waywardly I went down curves and gravel roads It seemed evanescence was used to line my clothes Nothing I tried to carry with me
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Fear Not the Night
Fear Not the Night The moon shines bright over the restless sea, Casting silver light on waves wild and free. Though the waters surge and break with a roar,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Body. My Back. My Boobs
My Body. My Back. My Boobs My boobs hang low, and my back’s a little bent, but I’m still here, ain’t that time well-spent?
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
If Ghosts are Real
You can see the shape of them going up in smoke with the embers - the sparks of memories. Fire has no prejudice it holds us all in blame
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Irish Goodbye
I thought that I knew you like the dirt road I grew up on you couldn't count the stars but you could count them in the sky.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Is Earth Safe to Call Our Home?
Is Earth Safe to Call Our Home? A spaceship touched down, beneath the bruised sky, watching us ruin the Earth we once cherished.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Cries for Change, A Global Prayer
Cries for Change, A Global Prayer First comes the flooding, where waters run wild, in the UK, storms rage, nature’s fierce child.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The 1970’s, A Life Time Ago
The 1970’s, A Life Time Ago In the days of hot plants and platform shoes, when style was bold, and there was nothing to lose,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Questions About Joy
What brings you joy? Is it a certain type of food? A special person? Your favorite place? Is it when you active? Or do you have joy when you relaxing?
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Crochet Promises
a promise made, like lace, it looks so pretty, but it’s full of holes, like a new year’s resolution, woven together with
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Whisper Beyond the Fog
The dawn broke with a ghostly stillness. The door creaked open, and an ethereal fog seeped into the room, swirling like restless spirits seeking a purpose. It carried with it a whisper, faint yet persistent, urging me to take a step forward.
By Mirhadi Tahsinabout a year ago in Poets