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  • Soledad Bravo Briones
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Poem N°2

    Poem N°2

    Are nights to cry
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Vibin Part II

    Vibin Part II

    Let me emphasize and apologize for admiring you, but your beauty is rare. I love the moments we just hold each other and stare at the amazement of one another.
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Escaping My Mental Prison

    Escaping My Mental Prison

    Elevation is what I'm trying to do but my self-doubt won't let me make it through the doors that lead to my blessings. I keep trying to think positive only to end up stressing and protesting that my dreams aren't meant to come true and maybe this life is all I have to look forward to.
  • philosophia lux
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Self Confidence

    Self Confidence

    You see in him there
  • Nonnah Fain
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Reset

    Reset

    You know how when one door closes the other door opens?
  • Charlotte Fay
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Through My Eyes

    Through My Eyes

    Through my eyes I see your soul,
Staff Picks
  • Kylee Cheyanne
    Published 2 months ago
    Sonnet Three...
  • Don Lax
    Published 2 months ago
    Endless Ocean of Love

    Endless Ocean of Love

    How would it feel to float
  • Chantelle Wynta
    Published 2 months ago
    You hurt me the most...When I said No

    You hurt me the most...When I said No

    Readers discretion please be advised - This poem's nature and language might cause upset or trigger.
  • Kris Leliel - Authentikei
    Published 2 months ago
    Prose of The Fool

    Prose of The Fool

    The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.
  • Ian McKenzie
    Published 3 months ago
    Whilst Australia Burns

    Whilst Australia Burns

    Water bombing aircraft Assisting fire fighters below. Seemingly have little impact As the fires continue to grow
  • Aarushi Shetty
    Published 6 months ago
    'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace

    'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace

    I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.
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Heartbreak
Inspirational
  • Nonnah Fain
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Reset

    Reset

    You know how when one door closes the other door opens?
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 6 hours ago
    Lift Your Voice!

    Lift Your Voice!

    Lift your voice and let your words speak of passion and power that echoes through the hallways where we were once segregated and separated because our presence was intimidating.
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 6 hours ago
    The stereotype of a Sista

    The stereotype of a Sista

    Loud and ghetto to a T, this is the perception they have of me. Bad attitude and eyes that could roll all the way to the back of your head. She may not be classy but she definitely might be good in bed. Don't wife her, one night her and leave the money on the night stand, go ghost no follow back or post that makes her wonder where y'all stand.
Love Poems
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Vibin Part II

    Vibin Part II

    Let me emphasize and apologize for admiring you, but your beauty is rare. I love the moments we just hold each other and stare at the amazement of one another.
  • Charlotte Fay
    Published about 4 hours ago
    Through My Eyes

    Through My Eyes

    Through my eyes I see your soul,
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published about 6 hours ago
    Vibin

    Vibin

    It's a 90s Rnb kind of vibe, we lay listening as our minds get stimulated by deep conversations, I intrigue you with my knowledge and empower you with my words.
Nature Poetry
Sad Poetry
Slam Poetry
Social Commentary
Surreal Poetry
Vintage
  • DNQ
    Published 4 days ago
    My Take On Ozymandias

    My Take On Ozymandias

    The meaning of power, within Ozymandias, is someone who possesses authority and a great social structure which lasts for a long time. Ozymandias, by Percy Shelly, is a poem about a king who was known to be “the best of the best.” He was the one who had a lot of power but overtime lost a lot of power and almost became nothing. Although he had a statue, there was almost nothing left but the legs and the hip. Throughout the poem, we can see that the idea of power can be considered as something that’s misused, temporary, and forgotten.
  • Brianna Lynn Galligan
    Published 11 days ago
    Euridice

    Euridice

    Vacantly, eyes stare into the frozen earth
  • Yuri Kenan
    Published 12 days ago
    This moment

    This moment

    The moment we've all been waiting for hasn't yet arrived.