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The Moral of the Story
...a little girl should not be sent to visit her grandmother in the woods. ...a princess in a tall castle should always grow her hair out.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Mask of Masks
I wear a mask made of masks Because we create the vision of who we want to be When I’m with you I’m the me you see Who am I?
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Resilience of the Human Spirit
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
Echoes of the Past
In the shadows of memories, Where love once burned like fire, I learned that hearts can shatter, Yet from the shards, new dreams inspire.You were the storm, I the leaf,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows of Silence
In the heart of the city, where dreams intertwine, A tale unfolds beneath the thin, charred line. Voices whisper softly, yet screams are unheard,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
Reflections
In the mirror of water, I see my own face, A journey of seasons, a dance through time and space. With scars and with smiles, each mark tells a tale,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
The Death Of
The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear But at night I feel the intense power of the seer Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Fourth Acrostic
Damn it all, let us have this last dance with the dark! Under an umbratical umbrella, his Shadow wing shields your scapula, my palm to it plastered. We swallow each other's smiles while stars spin, sparkle, and twirl in tandem. Our own, our one
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
I was so full of love that I could barely eat
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
What Powers do Shadows Have
My shadow would watch me every night, it always gave me a real fright! Did it want to fight? Could I escape it on an airplane flight?
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Poets