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Faded Hero
“Never be forgotten, what a brave soul,” saved our lives with his own “We should honor him, our brave soul”, said the society that he lived in.
Wide WriterPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI Am Home
I look up at the majestic long branches of the blue gum tree. They gracefully stretch towards the sky, the leaves atop swaying as the wind passes through gently caressing them.
Jasmina PetrovskiPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMill Road
Afflicted with the cold are the ones who walk here Pale and prudently prepared for an uncertain future. Filth ridden street. Everything must go!
Stardust
Pieces of me, flying, blown away, soaring… Aching masks and artifices. Particles. Dust. Sparks. Shattered to the wind, to the waves, to irony.
Lucie AidartPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Seasons of Home
Winter: Stuck in the dead of winter, in a place you never wanted to be in. Hoping, Wishing, Praying, To be away from the cold you've been trapped in.
Shane MoellersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThrive Alive
To have known then, what I’ve grown in. I envision that home is to be honed in. Known in. To grow into, grow in. Be grown in, to have been grown in. Where you are your own in.
Arthur EssayPublished 3 years ago in PoetsManifesting
I packed my things, and kissed my family goodbye, Taking only a couple things I needed, Ask I drove away into the abyss. Yes I was scared,
Isabella VedroPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAt Sea's Edge
Here I lie, cradled in cool sand, drowsy from salt air, enfolded by a tree whose low branches sweep the margin of this beach.
Liz SinclairPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHE OF HER
AS THE DROPS OF UNFORGIVING RAIN TOUCHED THE GROUND, THE SMELL OF THE SOIL ESCAPED FREE AND HE FELT NOSTALGIC. HIS HEIGHTENED SENSES PROVED TO BE VAIN
Rozu Thulung RaiPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHoping
!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!! I was hoping to blow up but I know that I'm so nuts NOT EVEN fame or fortune's gonna make me go grown-up!
Seth ThomasPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWho Am I?
Where do I start? From the beginning… Before the beginning? Who am I What am I doing A being living An international earthling
Bianca PolizziPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI want to go home
I scrape my hand unbolting the front door, I always do this. It’s early. The sun peeks over the hill, Where it always does.
Disingenuous EntomologistPublished 3 years ago in Poets