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A Spoonful Short of Ecstasy
There must’ve been something in the water. Cuz when I looked at you that night I thought that maybe I would falter in my sense of what was wrong
power shift
for millennia upon millennia, they ruled. when one passed out of all thought and time, another took the throne. whether a giant among the trees or a beast in the clouds,
Alivia VarvelPublished 18 days ago in PoetsLei Day
Meet me in Hawai’i the first of May On a sandy shore of a turquoise sea Greet me with “aloha” and wear a lei *** On the Big Island where the palms all sway
D.K. ShepardPublished 18 days ago in PoetsThe Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
ThatWriterWomanPublished 19 days ago in PoetsLines in the Flesh
You lay your head on my chest I run my fingers through your hair You know it's my favorite thing to do I feel your body relax and it feels as if you melt into me
Mercedes ChavezPublished 20 days ago in PoetsTwilight Stillness
I like the darkness It is soothing Calm Quiet A few lampposts illuminate the empty street Outside my window There is peace
P.A. WilkinsonPublished 21 days ago in PoetsIgnis
Prometheus' pain Was your original cost How cheap you are now ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
D. J. ReddallPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Light They Steal From You
I hate that you’re happy Your happiness bites me like a tooth to the cheek It’s not that I’m jealous, although I am a little
Simon GeorgePublished 20 days ago in PoetsA Thousand Blue Butterflies
If a picture is worth a thousand words What do a thousand blue butterflies weigh Before one of them notices the birds Signalling the others, ’tis time to sway
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 22 days ago in PoetsThinking (this Morning) of the Hound of Heaven
There is a spot in Niagara Falls, the Horseshoe Falls Enveloped always in thunderous roar, the sound of Creation, I think
Paul MerkleyPublished 21 days ago in PoetsAmethyst
Struggled life and death kind eyes hands words gifted so loyally wading
Holden AtencioPublished 21 days ago in PoetsForbidden Fruit
Forever suspended while you dance on my lips. Opening our mouths Removing the stem. Begging to be consumed, crafted into a knot.
Olivia MacbethPublished 24 days ago in Poets