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Scales
We’re not balanced to come together Where’s the love ain’t no Union or pleasure Contemplating with excuses we’re fed up
I Am Sav ReneePublished about a year ago in PoetsA Walk in the Rain
Overgrown spruce trees Walking on damp, tattered leaves. The sharp smell of pine. --- Cold droplets diving, The pitter patter of rain,
Gaming blaming
15JAN2023; SUN He says he Loves me. He says he Loves me not. Today, I'm all his. Tomorrow, I'm forgotten about. He can't take Love. But he gives it; while being a serial heartbreaker.
Kittrell DavisPublished about a year ago in PoetsAn Ocean of Strife, Wild and Untamable Force
An ocean of strife Wild and untamable force Something to behold --- Powerful presence The sea is a raging storm
Naya LizardoPublished about a year ago in PoetsInception
Flames lick playfully, Munching on air and timber– Is nature to blame? ________________________________________________ Written for the Quadru-haiku challenge.
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in PoetsChilly Kisses
The wind’s bitter kiss, Against my nose, down my neck Chills my coastal heart. ---- Written for the Quadru-haiku challenge. Thanks for reading :)
Dead Flowers
How can it be, that your heart is carved from ice, when all you breathe is fire? * How can you say, that you are flooded with truth, when
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Winds Prevailing
Healing breath needs time But time does not bring healing That takes deeper breadths
Matthew DanielsPublished about a year ago in PoetsIf You Were Blind
If your eyes couldn’t see what was optimal, what the world decided is favorable,
Emily N. DeFallaPublished about a year ago in PoetsMountain's Peak
Earth’s beauty draws me Step by step through mud and rock Towards the mountain’s peak. --- For the Quadru-haiku challenge. Thanks for reading :)
The Design
I'll never know why It's to this earth I am bound How can I ever fly If my chains keep me on the ground? How can I use my heart
Frank Ezernack IIIPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Boy and a Mermaid
One day a young boy stood on the beach, and looked to the horizon just out of his reach. He saw something he couldn't believe,
Frank Ezernack IIIPublished about a year ago in Poets