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Your Religion Ain't My Disease. Content Warning.
you ever felt so low, your very thoughts moved like molasses? feels like an undertow, of an ocean current pulling you backwards.
By CT Idlehouse26 days ago in Poets
Can’t See
Obstacles are getting in the way Obstructing the view Making dreams a little cloudy Reality is misty The future is foggy
By L.I.E27 days ago in Poets
Living in SillyVille, U.S.A.
U.S. President Donald Trump speaks at a ceremony held to dedicate a 4-mile stretch of road from West Palm Beach Airport to his Mar-a-Lago estate to be named as 'President Donald J. Trump Boulevard', at the Mar-a-Lago estate in Palm Beach, Florida, U.S., January 16, 2026. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Poets
Free-Spirited
Mysterious snake making only the softest rustle as it slithers away moving with caution yet it never looks back And then another sound
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Poets
The Giver of Names
The wind whispered secretively, “Be afraid…” And you whispered back “I will” And this truth was locked away. The fire roared seductively,
By Adam Kolozetti27 days ago in Poets
bones and blood of space and time
Listen, lover. Before you go and try to save the world, why don't you save yourself first? Or better still, peer beneath the veil of your doubt
By Eden Row27 days ago in Poets
Forgiveness
Forgiveness, It can be quite a word, Can it not? It can be given easily sometimes, Much like candy on Halloween, When it is for something rather small,
By Rebecca Pattonabout a month ago in Poets
𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔
I always considered myself a hopeless romantic and wondered what that really means. Here's how Cerebral at resilience lab.us describes a hopeless romantic:
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Seeking a Safe Place
“Create” (verb): to bring something into existence or to cause it to happen; to produce or bring about by a course of action or behavior.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno29 days ago in Poets
How Will You Join in the Dance
Hear ye modern man, listen to the ancient bards and sages. We are more than ourselves. We are the product of ages. We are born of stardust with access to the divine, that extends beyond ego and the senseless greed of a swine.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a month ago in Poets
The Innocence of Ice
Bounty hunters are seldom in search of paper towels Satire should never be impossible Everything mundane has been painted with suspicion and terror
By D. J. Reddall29 days ago in Poets
hello, february
hello, february. oh, how I missed you—please, come in. can I get you anything? I was expecting you, of course; I have your favorite chocolates
By Katherine J. Zumpanoabout a month ago in Poets