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Buyer’s Remorse
…………….. So, what’s the return policy on a bought lesson? ……………….
Jordan Alexis MossPublished 19 minutes ago in PoetsIt’s Not You
What was I thinking as I repeatedly ran into your sword hoping it would turn into flowers?
Jordan Alexis MossPublished about an hour ago in PoetsRicky-Ticky Timber the Limber Lumberjack
Once, there was a tall limber lumberjack, named Ricky-Ticky. He had a powerful ax that went wackity wack, wack. You see,
Rowan FinleyPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsNobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsHigh Expectations
Goals My lofty goals bark— they yank on their tether. I gasp for more breath, and we run together. - My little goals lounge—
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It's Always Five O'Clock Somewhere
Introduction This is for a found poem prompt in Voices in Minor (ViM) (Vocal & Mus'd) which you can check out here For this, I decided to use a villanelle.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets Thorned Temptations
Shrubs growing higher, thorns covering many treats, from my eager hands.
James GreenPublished a day ago in PoetsPrehistoric Love Stories Are For Wusses
As far as spinosaurids go I would say I’m pretty easy on the eyes, though paleontologists call me, "The Irritator”
The Dani WriterPublished a day ago in PoetsShadow.
The shadow of the past keeps making me sad. I pray and try a thousand times to bring the bright sunlight of today. But this bright sunlight keeps