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Nobody Compares to You
Nobody compares to you. All my friends claim. It’s not really worth it. Even if that’s correct. My soul knows otherwise.
Aftermath
pain hurts worse in the healing than in the crushing moment in the heat of the battle you either live or you die and the aftermath is rarely shown
Jordan ParkinsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLong ago
Long ago seems far away ,a time hidden away. In reality I believe it is just lost Lost in a memory or a moment that left an important impression.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSleep
The air is thick like smoke and it is dark like midnight. The fog has taken over and consumed sky. Yet in this hour of sleep I am awake listening to the sound the quiet makes.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMourning
many will remember the calm air the perfect blue sky the long line of middle-income sedans parking to left of the brown brick church
Christy MunsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsYanderi
Oh, my beautiful girl you’ve come from afar, in hopes of living your dream. Look at those dark eyes reflecting your three beautiful kids.
Mario Garnica jrPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhat Are We?
A morning's walk brought unsettled feelings not knowing what was true I looked this way and I looked that way for answers even though I knew that any outside influneces would make no difference
Dancing DumplingPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMoney - a distraction.
Money - a distraction, a foolish attraction. Makes you chase the action, Everything becomes a reaction. But a mission, a passion, a purpose,
Kevin MarshallPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPermission
Authenticity, To me, A four letter word. What does it mean to live in spotlight? The sun at your back, on your face, on your toes?
Robyn NeilsenPublished 3 years ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2021
My Girls
My girls are Iron Earth-born. Blazing trails of fire and glass. Trebuchets who, with one shot, a single look will leave smoke where you stand.
Confident reassurance
Sit in the absence of sound, listen close to start, Without a trace of movement, next to your very heart, Sight locked deep into another, eyes that intertwine,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsRollercoaster
I find times where I am hollow, full of ghosts which haunt me and encircle me like snakes, constricting around my throat
Hope HausmanPublished 3 years ago in Poets