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The Love Seed
This is my favorite poem from “Book of Poems: Living & Loving Yourself Through Life” (The first book I self-published ). ——————————————————————
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
They Love us
With honeyed words, they portray deceit They promise and make it sound quite sweet. Smiling eyes and light has grown very dim,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
The Princes in the Tower
The Princes in the Tower Two princes, so young, with crowns to be worn, Destined for power, yet lost and forlorn. In the Tower, they waited, with hopes set so high,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
With These Hands, I Built My House
With These Hands, I Built My House With these hands, I built my house, Stone by stone, with sweat and grace, Through days of toil, through nights of doubt,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Who Killed the Mockingbird?
Who Killed the Mockingbird? Who killed the mockingbird, I ask, Whose song once brightened every task? In woods so deep, where shadows fall,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The poem to Be Remembered
The poem to Be Remembered This is the one, the poem of all, It rises, it echoes, it breaks through the wall. A force that calls, a truth that stirs,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Curse of the Salamander
The Curse of the Salamander Beneath the moon’s pale silver gaze, In hidden realms of misty haze, A creature stirs, both fierce and bold,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wild Wolves Howl at the Moon
Wild Wolves Howl at the Moon Wild wolves howl at the moon tonight, A symphony beneath the silver light. Echoes dance through the midnight air,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Grumpy Old Woman
The Grumpy Old Woman Who left the door open? Were you born in a barn? Don’t you dare set foot on my freshly mopped floor!
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Grumpy Old Man
The Grumpy Old Man There’s a man on the corner, all furrowed and grim, With a frown so intense it could darken the dim. He mutters and grumbles, a storm in his chair,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
s.o.c 5
son of sapiens asks if i can sleep i ask you this sapiens i am son of megalodon i stream through salt i and my siblings sapiens names fossils i could not sleep then and i could not sleep in the womb because my blood longed to drink my blood and i cannot sleep out of my mother water my eyes permanently open peering into the depths because to orca crocodile dolphin seal to all i am prey yet sapiens paints me as predator as he severs my fins from me and lets me sink into sea intestines and sapiens says it is okay because i feel no pain as if the water does not sear my flowering wounds and sting my gills and i do not lie there gasping because of his lies so i ask you son of sapiens if you can sleep and if so how can you sleep?
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
I spend a lot of time by myself
I spend a l to of time by myself Hoping, wishing, wondering Looking outside my window watching time pass me by Rocking in my chair as musical sounds float in the air for my ears to catch
By Naomi Landsabout a year ago in Poets