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Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 35 minutes ago in PoetsWhere do I go
My eyes have seen the allure of Green and gold. And the wonders it could do. And well my parents tried theyβre best Iβve never much know what to do.
Lane BurnsPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsPerched Player
Love perched on my heart Peacefully resting until It cooed another
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsWhere is your Happy Place?
As I stood in the hordes of people, waiting patiently for it to start, my heartbeat grew louder, faster, stronger. I knew this wouldn't be a night I'd forget for a while.
Gabbie SpeirsPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsSounds of Service
The heavy wooden door lets out a high-pitched squeak, followed by a small creak, and then a short, but thunderous slam. Upon entry, the host, in a soft-spoken, chipper demeanor, assists each guest accordingly.
BrettNotGregPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsVersus I
Note: Again, I am in the middle of doing multiple things all at once. No luck on the househunting, but taxes are done, exams (first set) are marked (have time off to contemplate what my students do not know); I cleaned, swept, wiped and ran when I could. And it is a beautiful day to start sharing this particular idea.
Kendall DefoePublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsNostalgia
Ah, the good old days, how I pine, When life was simple, less online, No smartphones, no social feeds, Just good old-fashioned human needs.
Amazon River Is Cursed
I wander through the dark and mysterious night, lost and alone, my heart and soul drained; it was once full of wonder. The world is a dull and faded gray, once so full of beauty, a heart heavy with weariness. But like a beacon shining in the dark, a glimmer of hope appeared. The chance to escape, to break free of my fears. A journey, a quest to return to the magic I once knew. I must reignite the spark. I am once again full of wonder. I find myself in a place full of myth and legend. A place where the Yacuruna roam with their unrelenting power. The guardians of rivers, their secrets, and treasures untold. The place where the unknown lurks and the brave shimmer as gold. I think of the stories of beauty and the might of their ability to lure a victim into their sight. Their power to bring bounty and despair, the capricious figures dreaded beyond compare. I see them as beautiful, alluring beings. As guardians of the rivers, they might be unseeing. I see them use their power and their right. To bring life or to extinguish the darkest night. I think of the rituals and the offerings made. The worship and chant that promise aid. The shamans and healers do them for the respect, the beauty, the curse, and the land.
Owen BelenPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsEnnui
Another day, another yawn, Monotony, my constant spawn. Boredom, my constant companion, Ennui, the king of my dominion.
Guilty Pleasure
We all have something that makes us smile A secret desire that makes our day A pleasure that no one else could know A guilty pleasure that satisfies.
Anthony TerryPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsEscapism
When the world feels far too real, And life's burdens start to weigh, I dive into a fantasy, Where I can run away.
Gloom
Oh, depression, my old friend, How you love to make me bend. A constant companion, so they say, Bringing gloom to my every day.