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The End
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Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsMoorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsI wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsDESTINY AND SOLIDIFICATION
There's a thin line between wanting solidification in life and fulfilling your destiny. Confused? Haha, relax! Let me spread it out.
Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsThree little kittens
In a cozy little corner, where the sunlight gently gleams, Three kittens nestled close, lost in their kitten dreams. Soft fur of different colors, eyes bright with curiosity, Their playful antics filled the room with joyful spontaneity.
3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsSnack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsBlessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsEmpty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsScars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poets