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Why Should I Show My Body To You?
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
Praveen PkPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsEncounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsThe bumblebee
I watch a little bumblebee buzzing, crawling, circling our tree while mild warm breezes playfully mess with your hair touching me.
Life-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsAnd There Was Daryl
Last night I sliced away at the red and blue strings harvesting anxiety releasing remnants of us and of you but I cut too deep
We'll Soon be Dust
We savour the palpable silence, save the tinkling of ice upon glass. All is quiet... but what of the tension that sparks the night?
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsPain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
A Night of Wine’s Spell and Merriment
In a cozy tavern, filled with warmth and light, Sat a man with his goblet, gleaming bright. With a sparkle in his eye and a grin so wide, He raised his cup, ready for the ride.
Chuks Gad NwaigwePublished 8 days ago in PoetsEclipse Companion
Inspired by Judey Kalchik's wonderful 60-second storytelling prompt. I'm late to the party, but I thought I'd post it just for fun :) I hope everyone had a happy eclipse! I tried to make a video to delight...perhaps I'll add it later when I feel less self-conscious.