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They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
By Moon Desert9 days ago in Poets
When nights grow heavy upon your chest, And hope feels like an uninvited guest, Remember this—your shaking soul Was never born to lose control.
By Daily Motivation9 days ago in Poets
I have woken up, and peed on a grass before! That might not seem sanitary, but I am human - and also peeing is natural! I have woken up, thinking that the bathroom is outside, and I have never wanted to live inside with any person!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"9 days ago in Poets
Ever thought about bringing characters to life, born from your very being? I'll let you in on what kind of flavour to use.
By Moon Desert10 days ago in Poets
I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star!! I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star! I brushed my teeth today, I.... should get a GOLD Star!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"10 days ago in Poets
My coat pockets are full of small nonsense a receipt that’s faded to blank, two coins from a country I don’t live in, a gum wrapper folded into a tight square
By Milan Milic11 days ago in Poets
In the centre of town, there's a hill. They call it Steep Hill. Climbing it is a genuine fight I'd recommend…
By Moon Desert11 days ago in Poets
This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"11 days ago in Poets
Happy New Year everyone! Here's one of the older poems from my repository talking about memories-Enjoy! 8 May 2022, Late morning
By Cyrus12 days ago in Poets
The laundry piles up like nesting for the cats who choose marinated undergarments as headrests. Flip flops lay around haphazardly, coming and going as they please.
By Oneg In The Arctic15 days ago in Poets
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs15 days ago in Poets
Pale snow swirls along the neon-lit street. It clumps in piles; trampled under the feet Of passers-by as they keep to themselves,
By I. D. Reeves16 days ago in Poets
