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The restart
It time you erase the board clean, Clean from filthy words that don’t define your character. The scribbled words of fear,doubt, and anxiety control your new journey. Today this is your story and your script write it how you want to your past does not define you .Todays present determines if you want a better for you and better you is in Gods work's. Starting new is making a better you even if it looks like you are taken a few steps back who said going backwards is in the wrong direction. The old you is dead and the new you that you want to be born and can now flourish they what you need it to be
Walter D. WitherspoonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsOur forever love
We love to stay, We forgive it's love. So always say, I live to love. I love to live. I will never forget, Your love for me.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsConsequences
A second entry created for Heather Hubler's delicious 'Unscramble' Challenge. For this poem, I challenged myself not only to create an acrostic, rhyming poem that Unscrambles a 12 letter word, I also required myself to decrease the first words by one letter (12, 11, 10, etc.) until the final line, which brings us back to a 12-letter beauty. Here we go...
Christy MunsonPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsThis Is How You Pig Out Like A Champ
Before you arrive at foodie emporium, ensure that your bellies are empty and light. Platefuls of food will fill you up
Talia DevoraPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsGray
My dear sun The clouds are in The day is gray You are the one But woods are green And full of prey All flesh is weak
Vadim KaganPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsThe Annual Poetry Award for the Token Poverty Class Poet
I do not care for your quotidian sesquipedalian poetry or prose. Periphrastic pensive gazing from your opulent safety glass windows incites me to vomit my plastic pellet fish and glyphosate potato dish over it. You obfuscate words to sunder your world from mine, erecting the heart’s frozen vault, creating the ironic foundation of your whining melancholy.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published about 7 hours ago in PoetsYa Gotta Pay
there’s a bar in this town its so easy to hate that open real early and they close real late get anything ya want if you ask the right way
Rat trap Poem
If life was a rat trap Then why would you need a map Anyways you are gonna get caught Why do you want to fight
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
The Unspoken Words
In our current reality where words frequently neglect to catch the profundity of human feelings, quietness arises as a significant language, rich with implicit bits of insight and secret stories. "The Implicit Words" digs into this domain of quiet, where the reverberations of uncelebrated tunes and the murmurs of the heart resound stronger than any communicated in language. Go along with us on an excursion to unwind the secrets covered inside the language of quiet, as we investigate the significant inquiry: "Do you figure out them?"
Creative ChroniclesPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsWithered love
The moon had just risen. Suddenly I remember That spring night The sound of flowers blooming And a pair of lovers reaching out
happy duckPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsEssence of Love
In twilight's tender cradle, love's hue unfurls, Beyond mere murmurs, beyond fleeting whirls. True affection, a lighthouse, a guiding gleam,