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The ABCs of Change
At the pinnacle of change, Becoming a whole authentic being Challenges the heart and mind to engage in Deep reflection. Echos of past traumas are ghostly whispers of dead days, which
By Sherry Ryan2 years ago in Poets
Inner Worth. Top Story - February 2024.
Acknowledging Beauty Can be Different for Each person. For some, Genuine beauty Has to Include appearance. Justifying attraction as the
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Poets
What If...
i did but what if i didn't say hello because i lacked the courage and you left, laughing in some other woman's arms that cold December night
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
Down the Mystic River
In the twilight shadows In the landscape of our dreams Hidden in the whispers That drift down on pale moonbeams We catch a fleeting glimpse
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
blue.
Blue The sky, my jeans, the candy from Percy Jackson. The sky, the sea, a hazy Tuesday morning. A little after dusk, the chipped paint of a bathroom stall, the odd metallic blue of a puddle that seams it leads to other worlds.
By Harleen 🤎2 years ago in Poets
Question Everything
Question everything. Hold it captive. Scrutinize it from all angles. Seek Truth wherever it hides. Anything that is not Truth is a Lie.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
On love and loss
Stephen Crane: A man said to the universe “Sir, I exist” “However,” replied the universe “That fact has not created in me
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
Honeysuckle
My scent will entice you. My taste will bring you back. The more attention you give me, the higher I climb. And while you’re distracted by the things that make me appealing, I’m wrapping around you tightly.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
Falling up
We were two souls lost in the darkness and talking to each other throughout it was slowly tethering us together. We were building the foundations of our world. Where no one could find us and only those we allowed could enter. We wrapped ourselves in a bubble of fantasy and insanity and we felt home. We weren’t religious, but we created a god and worshipped at each other’s feet.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Motherhood
A little about me, and most other moms, Beyond our innocent maiden years, Caught in the cavernous, lonely space of motherhood,
By Jackie Adams2 years ago in Poets
Seaside Sorrow!
Sibilant sounds sift slowly southwards… Sirens shatter surf‘s soothing sighs… Searchers’ steps stagger… stumble… Smashing simple, silica sandcastles swiftly.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets