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I never love you But I tried I always wonder why But I tried Orange Sky that never lies I tried but it’s time to say goodbye
By Nicolethepoet TVabout 4 hours ago in Poets
My country has changed its face. It now behaves like a thief, removing leaders from other lands * just to steal their oil, gold,
By shaoor afridiabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Daisy: Not a single pixelized star pull me from you. Spam bots and digitized currency, Low brow, pocket change and rhetoric compliments.
By House September a day ago in Poets
Why do you think you know all the information!? Don't you see I'm trying to change the world! Don't you see that I want people to know things, scary things!?
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"2 days ago in Poets
Stanza 1 False hope knocks with a gentle sound, Wearing promises softly crowned. It paints tomorrow bright and wide, While hiding the truth it keeps inside.
By shaoor afridi3 days ago in Poets
I've started to understand this whole thing in life! I can't fight it alone, and certainly counselling sessions cannot help.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"3 days ago in Poets
I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
By Aarsh Malik3 days ago in Poets
Do you take "Mary" to be your wife - NO, she wasn't a VIRGIN, biblically she cannot be pregnant! Do you take John, to be your husband - NO, he wasn't covered in water, he never understood what he needed.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"5 days ago in Poets
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day.
By Milan Milic5 days ago in Poets
My fingers were bruised! The thumb etched into the corners of a mysterious nightmare, but I'm a stickler for prints. I'm a dynamo waiting to unfold as I swipe my tips across the miracle God bestowed on my delicate palms.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"6 days ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Poets
