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rainbow-spanned flames
boils like in cauldron flames reach multiple hands, heads occupied with heat * 19 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsForests
Tall trees that reach for the sky, Green leaves rustling, a symphony sigh. Birds singing, insects buzzing, Nature's symphony, forever humming.
Shahnaz ShahnazPublished about a year ago in PoetsRuminate
my worst thoughts ice skate infinite loops of self-hate, making figure eights
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsFeatures
Features so unique and diverse, In every face and form they immerse. Eyes that sparkle, hair that flows, Noses that turn and ears that show.
Shahnaz ShahnazPublished about a year ago in PoetsBorealis
Please come baptize me in cool blues and sapling greens. Drench the sky in light.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsRecomposed
Death creates new life From the black soil of the earth Zombie factory
Leslie WritesPublished about a year ago in PoetsPlea of the Bottle Collector
"It takes many forms," she says from bay number four with a yellowed gaze. +++ "It's in tears mostly but also in kisses, and
J. R. LowePublished about a year ago in PoetsMuted
Cold tears, shivers down my spine, uncontrollable shaking, silent screams. These are my symptoms. I forget how to breathe and how to live. I become reliant on one person because I know they're my drug. They're my safe zone, my home. The slight whispers in your voice remind me that I'm not alone and that I'm stronger than those voices in my head.
Emilee RiveraPublished about a year ago in PoetsA thought.
But an idea - Her head, air, wizzes around A gale, beginning ——— Seeds, in rich soil Rooting for the future, work
Hillary TuttonPublished about a year ago in PoetsImposter Syndrome
The audience claps. We're Sisyphus-ing our self-esteem up hill.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsButterfly Heart
11/10/22 When the curtains close goodnight, And the crowd leaves, Do you stay, standing atop your stage? Do you marvel at the world you have entranced so entirely?
Emery PinePublished about a year ago in PoetsTo the Mountains and Home
01/01/23 Dear Unnamed, So it is New Years once more, and you are still gone. Not that you could come back at this point, even if you wanted to. Though, I guess that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? You’re gone because you wanted to be. Funny how that works, how we always want something and someone else always wants the opposite. Like, I want you here, and you didn’t. So life goes, I suppose. What I find funnier, though, is that you would always say that “people in hell want ice water,” implying we all want something, but that doesn’t really mean shit because we don’t always get what we want. So, my question is this: why did you? Why did you get what you wanted when you knew full well no one else agreed? Why were your wants so much more important than all of your family’s and friends’ wants? Why do you get what you asked for when you’re the only one who wanted it?
Emery PinePublished about a year ago in Poets