time ticks suck our joy
wringing hands dread tomorrow
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Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass. Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones); croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
By J. Jay3 years ago in Poets
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. Graham7 days ago in Poets
The Man With No Name I pass him every day on the way to work, he smiles, says good morning, have a lovely day. Who is he, this beautiful man with no name?
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
⚡10:13 pm 1/28/26 - two hours until the Deadline 🕛 NOTICE WHEN WRITING FOR A VOCAL CHALLENGE Do not start late Or your poem won't be great
By Lightning Bolt ⚡6 days ago in Humor
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