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Part I How big was it? How tall? How long? What made it so good, this "Aquarius" song? Part II Why did it bring our mother such joy when "it," we sang?
By Shirley Belk6 months ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
In the summer noon, Like a winter night, A silence, A hush prevails. The doves' coming, A meditative still; Time slackens,
By Zeeshan Ali7 months ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
She stands in rust and silence now, her red paint flaked like old sunburn. Three chains dangle like memories— swaying slightly, though there's no wind.
By Ella Morgan7 months ago in Poets
Hearken thee, O hollow night, where graves sigh and bones take flight to thee, I surrender my mortal name draw forth thy veil, take your claim
By Sophie Garcia7 months ago in Poets
In the quiet dawn, where shadows softly play, I ponder the moments that slip away, Each breath a whisper, each heartbeat a song,
By Exubse7 months ago in Poets
Eyes grow wide He slows down his Stride Enjoying the best of the breeze Until everything cease Shuts his thoughts, drowning in drizzles
By Karun 7 months ago in Poets
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
Risk - what is it, but a leap through the unknown, Trading comfort for a life that could be our own. Packed the bags, the plan was tight,
By V7 months ago in Poets
The following is a bit of an adaptation of "The Litanies of Satan," by Charles Baudelaire. Translation from the original French by ChatGPT. The rewrite is my own.
By Tom Baker7 months ago in Poets
