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When Hell Freezes Over
I wonder What will the sight be, when Hell freezes over? Will it be an arctic scene when Hell freezes over? Will residents be frozen stone
Dalton “Statz” ClinePublished 3 years ago in PoetsChange
I’m the only one that can change me that’s probably why I struggle with changing I see the the first step I need to take
Kaitlan ClinefelterPublished 3 years ago in PoetsYou
From the richest hues of the darkest Blues, To the brown, beige skin of our indigenous kin You are beautiful! You are worthy!
Lion QueenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Land of Gibberish
There once was a place called the Land of Gibberish, where the skies were so grey that the sun had no rays. “But why,” you might ask, “were the skies so grey that the sun had no rays?” Well, I will tell you why. The people of this place would barely show their face as they hurried to and fro to win the next race.
Beth CoatneyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsFlower
Instantaneous soliloquies of beauty hasten to drip from my lips… Breathtaking expressions of boldness conquering the vast drabness of societies masses humble even the most obnoxious fools….
Panda of PandemoniumPublished 3 years ago in PoetsTracks
Ha... I’ve seen this place before… In my dreams... No… This seems a little more real… Feet firmly planted I remove my shoes, allowing the sensations from my sole to comfort my soul…
Panda of PandemoniumPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCosmically
I closed my eyes and slipped my skin, like vapor I floated. There was no resistance, such as would be felt from water.
I am the leaf
I awake. It's dark, I can feel tiny drops of water everywhere. The breeze blowing silently in the night. I feel a chill as it sweeps over me.
Haley ChristinePublished 3 years ago in PoetsEntering the new kingdom
I am infinite. So are you. I give and I will take. Are you with me? I turn my back on the burning ship we sailed to get here. There is no going back because we must endure moving forward. It is within every atom of my existence that I must conquer myself and arise. I see now how blind a man can become if allowed to suffocate in the gallows. I wipe the blood from my mouth. I feel the dirt beneath my fingernails. A reminder of the mud I came from. I smell the burning fields of pain and its wretched truths of unlimited decay. I do not falter though. I keep focus on the must. That which doesn't end me will know my name.
Samuel BitnerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Waiting
Smoldering at the bottom of the hillside and reflecting in these starlit waters the last light The night a dark cascade of leaves
Lisa RichardsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Stranger
I saw a stranger today. As I looked their way, they boldly stared back at me. I held their gaze as to cause them to look away, but instead their eyes rudely pierced my soul.
Cecilia PennerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIf I Could
If I could I would talk of a headful of flowers a mouth full of sea of making pictures from ghosts in the sky a garland out of dragonflies
Lisa RichardsonPublished 3 years ago in Poets