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The Goldilocks Paradox
To mock free will is to mock love! It can be made no clearer: Turn away!—away!—from the mirror And look inside—beyond—above!
C. Rommial ButlerPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsSecond Glance
Butterflies can’t compare To the ocean– . A gravity deeper than the sea Pulled in toward the earth . When you look at me
Dinowars: Triceratop Strikes Back
Eh, what’s up long neck. If this rap battle was a car crash then you just entered the wrong wreck. You wanna fight? Well come and get it boy. You can’t handle the Triceratop ya tall skinny boy.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in PoetsMaster's Piece
_____________ you draw me into you erasing parts you say don't work reworking pieces you say don't fit __ you paint
Christy MunsonPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Edge of Extinction
Sitting on the edge of extinction, knowing that I am just a humble speck in the asteroid of humanity, I can't help but wonder
Cathy holmesPublished 4 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Chéri
Doe eyes small nose lips red perfect would be said, What a pleasant beauty, must've been blessed. Dancing fireflies couldn't compete, the fire burnt
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Where the fault lies
An acrostic piece for my poem-a-day challenge that has become more of a poem-mostly-every-day thing. It is what it is, lol!
Heather HublerPublished 4 days ago in Poets A Breath Of Fresh Air
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
After the Beep
My ghost likes to roam and chase inky dreams. If shaken awake, it screams many screams. - So please don’t disturb,
Sincerity
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 5 days ago in PoetsCoffee with Taylor Swift
Like sitting across from a tarot card reader You somehow find my darkest, weakest moments And tear them from my chest with no warning,
Kiersten WeldonPublished 28 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
Rob AngeliPublished 6 days ago in Poets