Filthy
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
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She craved what was wrong for her The man who lingered in the shadows Stood in silence and when he did speak, you could feel the power in his voice
Mercedes ChavezPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Antiquity: A Poetic Journey Through the History of Cultism
In the dusk of human thought, where shadows dance and weave, Lies the tale of cults, in whispers they conceive. From ancient temples to the modern city's glow,
Samson E. GiftedPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished 2 days ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
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Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGood poem:food porn
secret screen of a lavish deluxe, delicate lush Stuffing my face like a bloated monster As I sneak into the scenes of a hole-in-the-wall kitchen
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
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Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSavage
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Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsComing Undone...
Well, here you are... flesh and bones in front of me and all I want is your touch. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to smell your smell.
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