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War/Peace
Where there is violence, There shall be no peace. The stars watch in silence. ~ The powerful pretense, The great bomb that frees,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
The Persistence of Green
Since the lockdown, my morning routine is to read the newspapers, eat breakfast with my wife, and take a long walk through Greynolds Park, where I usually write a haiku or two, and then head home for lunch.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 years ago in Poets
Assumed Identity
It lay on the hotel bed - a hoodie gifted at Christmas. With one sleeve white, one sleeve black, its brown letters - outlined in orange on the grey front -
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
Saturated
i tried to tell them what i could see (i was lost for words) each time i tried my explanations withered with my breathe
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Who do you see?
Who do you see? When you look deep into your own eyes? Do you recognize the man you have become? or Do you fear the lines in your skin, that mark the passage of time?
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
Tarot Sunday on the Dog Beach
On the first warm day in March, I leave my cowboy boots in your car and you and I walk together down to the shoreline of Lake Erie.
By Sophie Colette2 years ago in Poets
A villanelle for writer’s block
Struggling to write this villanelle. Words imprisoned, door a-lock. A story deep I need to tell. The hand cannot the head compel.
By Dane Fuller2 years ago in Poets
Clarity Alongside Chaos
The wind catches in my giant silver hoops Tiny vortexes spiraling past my ears Wailing gently Like a conch shell Or a bubble wand
By Violet P. Davies2 years ago in Poets
A Collection of My Inspirational TikTok Poems for 2024
Hello everyone, and Happy New Year! :)🧚‍♀️✨ Though I usually don't post anything aside from poetry and fantasy on here, I wanted to do something a bit different for my 99th and 100th Vocal stories. (This is #99, by the way - but I like odd numbers! 💪) And, having taken a short intermission from the fabulous world of Creatd, I thought it would be kinda neat (I like that word, hehe ☺️) to show you a little of what I've been working on outside of Vocal.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
The Midnight Moon begins to weep
The midnight moon begins to weep, The darkness calling in mournful song, A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
Moments Bequeathed
Moments bequeathed as time stands still, each day a murmuring heartbeat, where lifeblood drips from tattered quill. *
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
The Leaves in September
If June fell like the leaves in September And love lost the journey before the storm Summer would slip into the arms of winter
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets