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Intimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
J-O-U-R-N-E-Y
J - Joyful laughter echoing in the night, O - Outpacing doubts that linger like a ghost, U - Unwavering faith in the guiding light, R - Releasing fears that once held us close, N - Navigating with hope our journey bright, E - Embarking on this wondrous path engrossed, Y - Years may pass, but memories alight.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Blinked Today
Today I blinked, and in that frame, A moment's pause, yet much to claim. With eyes closed brief, then open wide, A simple act,
By LordConejoh 2 years ago in Poets
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Energy Flow
I often wonder how my friend will come, An introductory dance, Will he send an invitation in the form of a lump, a rare disease, or a tumor?
By The Son2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Memory Lane: After Hours. Top Story - May 2024.
this road, memory lane– visiting hours are closed i can't stay too long this road isn't as safe in the night a hot wind blows a burning song, lyrics i cannot fight
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Space
Space to grow, Space to feed, Space to lift behind what was thought of yesterday, Space is just space, For none of us, We live and fall for this,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Poetry: What Is It?. AI-Generated.
**Poetry: What Is It?** Have you ever wondered what makes a poem a poem? Poetry is a vast and diverse genre of writing, making it challenging to pin down a single definition. Essentially, poetry is a form of imaginative writing. People compose poems to creatively express thoughts and feelings about various subjects. The aim of poetry is to captivate the reader’s imagination or evoke specific emotional responses.
By Nina Sanftmut2 years ago in Poets