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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
Threads of Awareness
In the quiet corners of the mind, consciousness weaves its subtle threads— a tapestry of thoughts and whispers, where self meets the infinite spread.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
Rise and Shine
Listen up, world, it’s time to wake up, Feel the pulse, the ground shake, We’re the dreamers, the believers, The hearts that beat like rhythmic fever.
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
America
Across the ocean, beneath the bright sun, Is America, where dreams are spun. With cities so lively and talent so good
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My love . AI-Generated.
In a world where dreams and whispers intertwine, You and I, dear heart, are fated to shine. Two souls on a journey, hand in hand we roam,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, it’s the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Sensory essence
Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses. Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975 *
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
On healing in gallant echoes
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
For Your Sake
The way you used to look into my eyes, and sell me your lies‐ Of course, I bought them and believed your stories, everything spoken‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
A Narcissist I Once Loved
In shadows cast by golden lies, His charm like sunlight through disguise. A gentle touch, a summer breeze, Yet, in his eyes, a cold unease.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ninth Acrostic
Pyramids built not of limestone bricks, not on the spines of sweaty, sandpaper-skinned slaves, but their masters' bodies emaciated by leprosy.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets