Smiles are borrowed Pain is owned Promises whispered Then overthrown *** Hands feel warm Hearts stay cold Truth gets bent
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The little things can sometimes grow too large. 🔹➡️⚠️➡️🕳️ The sinkhole. Minor. A tiny flaw. The road still held. Everyone could walk.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I am in War mode Confrontation my Drug of choice . Warrior not living in Rome masses But in obscure empire ledge Of sandals and sand
By Dianaabout 3 hours ago in Poets
ribbons of eighty-five unfurl under my tires, scrolling through South Carolina, back through my roots, climbing the thick, wooden trunk: sturdy, girth-invested, all the way up into my branches, finally leaving.
By Harper Lewisabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Wheel of Fortune Can Spin Two Ways The wheel of fortune can spin two ways, one for the dreamers, one for the strays. One minute you’re walking the gold-paved street,
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Message in a Bottle Cast adrift from a child on shore who’s seen too much and can’t ignore, nets that tangle, oil that spreads,
By Marie381Uk about 5 hours ago in Poets
Strike him Punch him Knock him down You know you want to Feel the bones crumple As your fist smashes into His beaky nose
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Perception. Perception vs reality Things are never truly as they seem and are colored by our perception of them
By Alicia Anspaughabout 9 hours ago in Poets
It is dark And the park is so cold There is ice clinging to the hairs in my nose My socks are soaked From melted snow
By Sam Spinelliabout 10 hours ago in Poets
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jeanabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I am told I still exist beneath The first two years of motherhood How am I to believe that After all the shaking, heaving, gasping
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Wild Adventures Across the Unmapped Before there were destinations, there was wonder brave enough to move. We didn’t leave with maps.
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