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Untitled Letter to You
Our spark was bright and violent, born of pain and burden. The smiles we created were radioactive, reacting so fast the half-life was a half-life.
Lettie CosGamingPublished about a year ago in PoetsQuench My Sorrow
My throat is dry, I'm short of breath, I feel and taste the burnt aftermath of death. My heart pounding, my blood racing,
Alphonso GowahPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Best Labour Poem
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city's streets Lies a group of people that often goes unseen Working long hours, through rain and heat With calloused hands and tattered jeans
Consenting bodies to hold
It's not taboo To love something that's personal to You With no morals or ethics at risk And only each other's consenting bodies to frisk
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in PoetsMinimum Wage
There once was a wage called "minimum" That left many workers in a predicament Despite hard work and toil The pay barely covered the soil It's time for change, this system's absurdity must end.
Alexandria HypatiaPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Blues
Repo Joe went to the show to collect what he was owed. The fiddler was mad, an angry Blues crab, and pinched a tune on Joes toe.
J. S. WadePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Sky's Tyranny
In realms above, where opulence resides, A city floats, by wealth and privilege defined. The mighty, the elite, their castles high,
SuwanaboomjaPublished about a year ago in PoetsGinger Haired Maiden?
There once was a free-spirited young girl named Jayden. Who had grand dreams of being a fair maiden. Though she struggled with road rage directly caused by her anger
Christy PetrellaPublished about a year ago in PoetsHer Look
Her look pierced right through me. Her eyes seemed to light up after a breath of three. Her interest in me seemed to have taken hold.
Noah GlennPublished about a year ago in PoetsTentless Sleeping
Tired of the city a man escaped, he went Off into the woods, a night there he spent When he awoke from his dreams He spied a woman bathing in the stream
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in PoetsLost
Isn’t it sad all those people who wander… So lost one could wonder… Did they always want to die So badly they had to lie
Michaela PlourdePublished about a year ago in PoetsTell Me Why
Tell me lies, tell me just about anything Why is living so annoying One minute you’re a genius with a great mind The next you’re a crumbling mess, completely blind
Michaela PlourdePublished about a year ago in Poets