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Threat (Clockmail)
I kill time that wants to live. I'm not winding you up. It's time to be alarmed. Put your hands up, clock. Tick for no, tock for yes:
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Winter's Fire
The chill of winter in my lungs tearing through me with every breath biting at my insides Teaches me, reminds me The warmth of love in your heart
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
School DAYS
Chalk dust swirls in sunlit rays, Laughter spills in playground maze. Pigtails bounce, a whispered joke, Pencils race, then doodle smoke.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
The Baker and the Nomad: A Sweet Story of Unexpected Love
James first saw Maya through a steamy window, her laughter like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She was humming, hands dusted with flour, a halo of sunlight around her fiery hair. He was lost, a tourist in a cobbled city, but that melody, that smile, became his compass.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
The Day My Heart Took Flight: A Soaring Ode to New Love
Butterflies dance in my tummy, not just one or two, But a whole fluttering flock, all thanks to you. Sunlight seems brighter, shadows melt away,
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
Boy Dreams
Small hands grip worn textbook tight, Eyes squint at sums in fading light. But dreams peek out, like stars unseen, Beyond the page, a vibrant sheen.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
Nation's Embrace: A boy's Song
Beneath the sun, in fields of green, My heart leaps free, where dreams convene. A land of stories, whispered on the breeze,
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
Blurs Into Hours and Days
Loving, through every night, familiar sight, gentle voice. It’s a magical, magnetic moment, that blurs into hours and days.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Uranus
First place means nothing. You were already at the finish line. Too stubborn to follow the path, you carved out your own. Radicalized in anarchy, you loved a riot in society. The wind carried you to whatever experiment you designed. The world lay dormant but you built a new one. How can I define a wanderer? You attach to any velcro, you pull on any string. You come and go as you please. You're the non-conformist when there's nothing to rebel against. You're the resistance in a utopia. You're not as abstract as you claim to be. There's no surprise in your theories. There is no tradition to break again. You're no psychic, you're not eccentric. You're nothing special, just a mimic of a person. You wouldn't like what you really are if you ever looked. You're an idea of reflection. There's no explaining you. You are misunderstood. You are condescending. You will spiral into a vortex and come out brand new on the other side. Did you ever really exist? Does it even matter?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Celestial Whispers
In the twilight's tender hue, Whispers weave a tale anew. Moonlight dances, shadows play, A symphony of night and day.
By Ivan2 years ago in Poets
Moon
There's too many sides to you. Bipolar deceiver, you're too unpredictable. Like a cancer spreading across a fertile landscape, a new phase will arrive. Mysterious lover, what personality are you today? What beautiful sins lie on our doorstep? What beautiful tragedy awakens us again? You're a pillar in the sky. You're a rocky surface. I couldn't reach the bottom even if I tried. Method metamorphosis. Epic transformation. Lunacy is out on the prowl. I hope I can find you underneath all the oil in the well. We surface dwellers wonder where to dig. Your skeletons are ancient. You are one with the dead
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Forgive Us, God
Forgive us, God For we do not know what we do Help us to see the error in our own ways Help us to seek help for our wrongs
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets