First Draft

The Bodies
Ever think of that? Bodies, lines and desires... Celestial? Close, but not yet touching Like old lovers to new discoveries
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Half a Sonnet
Note: I thought about how it was mentioned that with this particular challenge, we had only seven lines, meaning - to me - half of the sonnet form. Not that I obeyed the rules for any sonnet, but I did wonder about what to say with the poem (obeying a rule for only half of it seemed wrong).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Fear; Muse Of The Weak
What is there to be afraid of, really? Have we not, as the mighty human species, learnt enough from the world, from Nature, from ourselves, to void any such fears that can arise?
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
my biggest critic
no one would tell you that i am unkind. but i can be so mean. when the storm clouds overtake the depths of my mind. when i'm alone in my room.
By sandy!2 years ago in Poets
CRY IN CORRUPTION
In the shadow of injustice, they stand tall, The minority, the oppressed, despite it all. Against the backdrop of fear and brutality,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Juicy Red
An almost forbidden fruit I would sneak a peak into the kitchen just for a glimpse of crimson shade These were reserved for dinner meals and lunch omelets
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The End
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Moorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets