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Potion of UniVERSE
Happiness has its own substance, essence captive in small glasses, ordained by calendars, aroused in time loops; Conjunctively we form potion of uniVerse
By Stefanie Stancuabout a year ago in Poets
Reaper
Once with shine and splendor galore Once with fame and furlong the core Twice more with beauty and power, it is Three more it goes to devour it's kids
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
How do you get people to like ?
I like try to be nice on here, like and commenting. Following, but in return I get nothing back, that sad suppose everyone is out tor them and there own work
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Inner Self
Deep within, beneath the clamor of the day, lies the quiet voice of consciousness, a whispering guide through the tangled fray,
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
My Fading Light
1. Aching, always aching with pains internal and external with each acting vengefully eating at my already form providing no suitable warmth to see Me survive. Suddenly I can no longer run towards any fun as all of Me is bereft …shipwrecked parts of the Ocean.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
⚡ Brain Bursts ⚡
I've been to Hell and back ___ My thinking was totally off-track__ It's like my neurons were hacked __ _________by lightning-charged krack ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: War Cries. Content Warning.
this torment, and the weapons of this world have sought after me through times with, and without light‐ day and night,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Riddle
So, I was wrong, Am I that bad? You walked out on me, And this saddens me. I loved you that much, Was that my fault?
By Archan Pandaabout a year ago in Poets
Tenth Acrostic
this is stasiS temperamental tyrant versus shut-off, shut-out specialisT obstinate object and uncontrollable incommunicadO
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Reflection
Crinkled myopic eyes liberating the fantasy of the impossible return to youth, gracefully accepting inner beauty Heartbeat soulful rythym keeping time with the years passing through 65 birthdays, lamenting a once robust stamina
By Susan Lee Woodwardabout a year ago in Poets
Lottery Uk
Just A Lottery Winner I know a man who won the prize, Sixteen million, a grand surprise. In shining lights, he found his place,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets