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heave ho, me hearties, sail hell's fiery sea say farewell to mothers, lovers and lies, God cursed us all, last of the pirates we!
By John Cox3 months ago in Poets
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up? It's a Question that We Ask at Different Points in People's Lives... Or Some Variation of That Question.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
Two perpendicular lines intersect a singularity forged And there At the point Transubstantiation
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
I Saw the Way the World Was... Broken... Dying... Filled with Lies and Deceits. There were Peddlers of Solutions and Assurances of Healing...
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
I Began the Search... I Sought to Find that Which Eludes Most... Who Am I? The Wise Men Claim that When You Understand Who You Are...
Some Days You're Going to Crash. It does Not Matter how Well Intentioned You Are... How Good Your Heart Is... How Successful You have Been in the Past...
Thrice the graveyard’s bell hath knell’d, Thrice the corpse from earth rebell’d, Bones do rattle, coffins quake, Sleepers in the ground awake!
By Christian Bass3 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
It was not a thing of practiced art, No movie-perfect, scripted scene. Just two bicycles, leaning hard, A space of grass, a world of green.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
I never meant to write poems, I’m just tracing my own experience and somehow it reads like a poem I don’t try to be a poet
By Quinn Holm3 months ago in Poets
The sun it shines with hope, joy, warmth, and rebirth. Its rays do radiate and allow us to bask in love, not love of one another, or the other, and the other,
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
