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Haunted by You
Haunted by You You linger in rooms I’ve tried to cleanse, in mirrors I’ve covered, in dreams that wake me shaking. Your voice is the echo that won’t fade,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Heart that Bleeds Itself
The Heart that Bleeds Itself A heart once whole now drips with red, The colour of all it could not keep, It beats against the canvas sky,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
His Cross, My Quiet
His Cross, My Quiet He climbed the hill beneath the bruised sky, each step an echo of love. The crowd watched, torn between hate and awe,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
A Right to Freedom That Never Comes
A Right to Freedom That Never Comes What gives a human the right to cage the innocent, to take breath from the wild, and call it love?
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Best USB Baby Bottle Warmers in the UK for 2025: Safe & Portable Picks
Feeding your baby on the go can be tricky — especially during the UK’s colder months. Thankfully, USB baby bottle warmers make it easier to keep milk at the perfect temperature anywhere, anytime.
By Baby Shopper4 months ago in Poets
Animals Should Not Be Caged
Animals Should Not Be Caged Animals were not made to be trapped, their souls were born to run, to breathe, to live. Yet we build cages and call it care,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Birdcage
The Birdcage The bird sings softly in its gold, Its voice both fragile and defiant, It knows the air but not the wind, It dreams of flight through quiet silence.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
My Own Phantom of the Opera
A face in two One true, one not, I don’t let you see what I forgot. The memories of times gone by A life of half-truths and a bitter lie.
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
Untethered
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Butterfly of Unfinished Dreams
Butterfly of Unfinished Dreams Your wings are torn with beauty’s weight, Each colour hides a story lost, You rise from ashes soft as dust,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Man with Depression
Man with Depression He walks through mornings like broken glass, The light cuts softly, the air too sharp, A cup of coffee cools beside his hand,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Wild Mercy
Wild Mercy He walked through dust and thorn, His robe heavy with the weight of love. They called Him many names, but only one could break the stones.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets