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  • 3EBM
    Published 6 minutes ago
    The Beginning

    The Beginning

    I cant think, my minds blank
  • 3EBM
    Published 16 minutes ago
    This Moment

    This Moment

    This moment.
  • Flvco
    Published 23 minutes ago
    Elizabeth’s Bunny

    Elizabeth’s Bunny

    I got something...
  • Diamond Dreams Movement
    Published 36 minutes ago
    What’s the Hold Up?

    What’s the Hold Up?

    What's the hold up is the question,
  • Susan Loehe
    Published 42 minutes ago
     Myths of Lost Horizons
  • lilahk
    Published about an hour ago
    Wandering Romance

    Wandering Romance

    In the physical she's astonishing, A beauty undefined designed by the most high, Gifting the world with her smile, Her shine blinds every eye, Trying to find what's real inside, Dying holding on to a heart alongside mines, A wandering romance taken to heaven heights, Fading far from reality afraid to fall out of love, To find love and not feel anything Vulnerable enough to become part of her So we both can feel whole again Finding peace and unity in a troubled world, As we grow you became my tranquility, My Novocaine.
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  • Diamond Dreams Movement
    Published 36 minutes ago
    What’s the Hold Up?

    What’s the Hold Up?

    What's the hold up is the question,
  • Dibbie
    Published about 9 hours ago
    Energy

    Energy

    Did you not know my power?
  • Vics
    Published about 9 hours ago
    I preached to a fool...
Love Poems
  • lilahk
    Published about an hour ago
    Wandering Romance

    Wandering Romance

    In the physical she's astonishing, A beauty undefined designed by the most high, Gifting the world with her smile, Her shine blinds every eye, Trying to find what's real inside, Dying holding on to a heart alongside mines, A wandering romance taken to heaven heights, Fading far from reality afraid to fall out of love, To find love and not feel anything Vulnerable enough to become part of her So we both can feel whole again Finding peace and unity in a troubled world, As we grow you became my tranquility, My Novocaine.
  • Mechanical Symphony
    Published a day ago
    Our time

    Our time

    Time slowed down to a freeze frame
  • Natasha Bleu Fortune
    Published a day ago
    Hey Zaddy

    Hey Zaddy

    Hey baby your voice just does something to me.
Nature Poetry
  • Susan Loehe
    Published 42 minutes ago
     Myths of Lost Horizons
  • Anunyokah
    Published about 8 hours ago
    The story of the flower who lacked water.

    The story of the flower who lacked water.

    "Where's my rain? The sun is comforting, yes! But... When the wind sings, I'm famished. Even the tears on each peddle runs dry... May I please please die tonight? ." "why must I fight every night? Why must I fight when I've no strength... When I've no might? Ooh such a plight!" All of a sudden a droplet hits a peddle. It then remembers what we all must remember. "Remember to endure the pain... Endure because you'll live to see another day. Endure because you're also great... Endure because nature made you this way."
  • Caitlin Halladay
    Published a day ago
    Secret

    Secret

    Her eyes were closed, but they didn't need to be open for her to see. Her body, from her stomach and up, swayed side to side with the motion of which she had no control. The breeze that muffled her hearing smelled of mowed grass, but it gradually changed to the smell of sulfur. This had been the road she'd been driven on for over a year, nearly every day; sometimes she would actually be awake as she reclined in the passenger seat. She could tell, though, by the winding of the car and the smell of the old valley's swamp, where they have arrived.
Sad Poetry
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  • Emily Bredahl
    Published 5 days ago
    The Blacksmith's Sonnet

    The Blacksmith's Sonnet

    Creeping through the crevices one-by-one The light of dusk won’t be stopped by aged wood Seeping into her eyes, woke by the sun She shudders, shaken by dreams of childhood. To work she is put, for Father taught well Lighting coals, preparing the flames to lick The iron ore glows, casts shadows of hell Gripped with her tongs, she grabs the iron quick. Over and over tap the metal beat His voice rings her ears she quickens her pace Sweat drips off her brow, sizzling on the heat Sight blurs, coals shift to eyes blazed on his face. She forges the shield, pond ’ring the days When Father forged her, in parallel ways.
  • Tom Baker
    Published 2 months ago
    Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)

    Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)

    Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed.
  • Tom Baker
    Published 2 months ago
    Arthur Rimbaud: 'Fairy' and 'Democracy' (1886)