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Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
*My name never known *But my story is profound *I rise above hate... If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work. You can find more poems, stories, and articles by Steffany Pope on my Vocal profile. I complain, argue, provoke and create, just like everybody else. I also happen to say what most are thinking, but are hesitant on saying out loud... Check it out... ________________________________________________ In response to the very talented Judey Kalchik's #BookReviewHaiku Please take some time to visit her Haiku here. or
By Steffany Pope2 years ago in Poets
LOST WITHOUT YOU
My praise and words ring true. Would be lost without you By my side constantly. No animosity! 📱 Connection to people
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Storybook
For the first time in my life, I want to live. Let me explain for those who can’t understand I’ve lived my whole life in my head
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
xox. Content Warning.
fuck my body. fuck me and all of my twisted and tangled organs. fuck my refection and the skin i pinch between my fingers.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
One is the loneliest number.
I sit in this drawer full of misfits, longing for my twin and the culprit do you know what it's like to feel so encumbered?
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Honey🍯
The Sweetness of Nature🍯 The candy Of love...❤️ 🕊️The cutey of a Dove. The secret formulae to Tea ☕ Honey just tastes
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Star Eyed Gaze
In the star eyed gaze, Love is not the massive bang It is the calm end. --- Thanks for reading :)
By Meg2 years ago in Poets
Wilmington, NC
You feel the call coming for days, across the eastern seaboard. Pressure building to the South: texts with alarming frequency, fear
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Poets
In Defiance of `Immortality`
TW: death, grief, loss of a pet "Do not stand at my grave and weep" - Well then, perhaps I shall simply sit with you a while, And I shall mourn, and write a little.
By Stephanie Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Watermelon Summer
Watermelon Summer Walt to it Now Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle And lean cut it And bite to it Take another bite Take another sweet bite
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
FRIENDSHIP
Whilst each alone with our thoughts and our deeds. Our paths did cross unexpectedly when. Discovery of shared interests leads.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Of Love and Laundry
There is a pile of laundry waiting for me…again. I pick up your favorite shirt – nope, the red popsicle stain didn’t come out. Better use the stain stick on it.
By Holly Pheni2 years ago in Poets