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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 an hour ago in Poets
Like, first of all - I thought it made sense!? The way it assumes I am not really enjoying great things!? They say great things, it comes with time - I'm no fool!
By 365poetryabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Maybe the world ended quietly in twenty-twenty's air, Not with fire or sound, just a shift no one could repair. Time lost its rhythm, the clock learned to bend,
By Vabout 19 hours ago in Poets
When I look at you, I see the beauty of your Soul, I see that light in your heart, I see the love behind your eyes. But I also see some sorrows and grief,
By Jeanne Jess about 21 hours ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcasta day ago in Poets
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 a day ago in Poets
All eggs were into a basket - raise your hands if you EAT eggs!? All eggs were baked in an oven, an actual oven from the part of the stove you purchased!?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Everytime I go outside, some person seems to think it's normal to work in the country I live! Everytime I go outside, some person seems to think I'm attractive!
A lifetime of anticipation, waiting for the opportune moment. It arrived at last in a form I never could have imagined.
By Moon Desert2 days ago in Poets
We weren't close But you were my twin We had a complex history But we chose commitment instead It always hung out And I saw your pain
By Destiny S. Harris2 days ago in Poets
I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still! I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still!
What's the gest to rest in the knowing or slide to the plumbline in another spot blotting out the bruises, wounds, & scars
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson4 days ago in Poets
