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The Slipperiest Slope
i'm slipping, into the future, seconds turn into seasons minutes turn into memories i watch the sand grains fall who will be there to catch me?
Josh MorganPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Friend Group
Friends are a second family, And you may find many rapidly, They never let you down. Unless you always frown. Never do they ever complain about you,
Shambhavee BhosalePublished 3 days ago in PoetsUntil Next Time
A thought. Ever so fleeting, yet ever so lasting. It grips onto your brain, latches onto your emotions. You can't help but grimace.
The BEST Listener
Hello again, My favorite ink pen How've you been? You were waiting for me? Patiently- Sorry I'm late, Would you like to hear about my day?
Josh MorganPublished 4 days ago in PoetsTo buy a handbag
To Buy A Handbag. Brightly coloured handbag displays The smell of leather styled so many ways. Designer brands, our favourite thing,
Sarah Fiander HarrisonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSTAMINA
i remember where i started but, did someone move the finish line? how'd i come so far, and have so far to go? i'm running
Josh MorganPublished 4 days ago in PoetsHow the hell do I pronounce this?
My daughter used to love dogs. Her room was covered in dalmatians and mastiffs Then she saw that dinosaur movie, and now all she wants is prehistoric thunder lizards
Bryan WarrickPublished 4 days ago in PoetsAdrift
Adrift in paradise A clipper with slack canvas Sailors lazing along upon dead seas As their captain eyes the horizon
Matthew FrommPublished 4 days ago in PoetsDance of the Dinosaur
show me your spine and I’ll show you mine I’ll lead, you perform turn my cold blood warm assert our dominion at the Cretaceous cotillion
Warm Or Cold Blooded
Brain freeze or Ice Age Dinosaurs learned the hard way You are what you eat
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 days ago in PoetsObsoletion at the Office
On a typical Tuesday afternoon The three convene in their usual spot Water cooler chatter will begin soon Usual suspects: Gwen, Danny, and Scott
D.K. ShepardPublished 4 days ago in PoetsMotherhood
It's their childhood, not mine. I'm raising children in a world full of uncertainties. A pandemic,
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 4 days ago in Poets