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Hacked
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Colors Fade
(Inspiration from GNOM) When deep inside an ocean flows The fish move in lines and rows They all follow a pattern of aligned instinct
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
To speak freely?
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.” Cicero, in full Marcus Tullius Cicero (born 106 bce, died 43 bce) was an influential Roman statesman, lawyer, scholar, and writer during the age of the final civil wars that destroyed the Roman Republic.
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
Wigan My Home
Wigan my home In Wigan town where the river bends, The smell of pies, the warmth it sends. The people here, with hearts so bright,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
381 Bus Driver
In the hum of the city, where wheels softly whir, I saw a bright face through the bus window blur. His hands on the wheel, a calm in the storm,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Fifth Acrostic
Transform that treacherous terrain Rip the scrolls apart, reduce and dilute the uncomfortable sections of their culture Accuracy is the aim, that is, acute categorization. Deconstruct! Distort! Can the context!
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
September-2
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
September
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Philosophical Musings: A Journey Of the Mind, A Vessel Of Paradoxes
If Buddha said “The mind is everything, what you think you become.”, and René Descartes said “I think, therefore I am”, but Socrates said “The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing.” then is my mind but an empty vessel.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Lost & Found
How do I so frequently fall‐ into the very feeling that makes me wish away them all? Why do I so constantly find‐ my heart here?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Mental Gymnastics
Every thought, isn't just questioned, They're debated‐ Every feeling, not just fought but, Wrestled‐ Every motive, judged
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-3
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets