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The Red Tent (part two)
The girl is bathed in adoration and each woman’s welcome embrace. Heart’s promise nurture, promise wisdom, promise true cherishment -
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published about 11 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 16 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
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Atomic HistorianPublished about 16 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 16 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 16 hours ago in PoetsTHW BIRD STORY
A beautiful bird with a yellow head, white body, and blue wings, roosted and sat on a phone wire. He felt miserable in light of the fact that he was short and bold, and his siblings had quite recently put him in an awful mood.
bakhtawarkhanPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsPericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
Tony MartelloPublished a day ago in PoetsBarloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
Tony MartelloPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
Kendall DefoePublished a day ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Bacon Cat Legging Society
With shards of shattered reflections I cut dark threads woven into tapestries threads of red and black that seek to tie down or tie up
Ellie HoovsPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Bacon Cat Legging Society
Night has uncloaked her beauty, Her pale face shines the jewels that adorn her shimmer ... all around ... there is stillness.
Ellie HoovsPublished 2 days ago in Poets