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You don't deserve to be unhappy Obviously For that matter, neither does she Actually So I wish you both as much joy as can be
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Not Going Round Just because the earth is round doesn’t mean my life have to be My storm ends here you see So I got off the merry go round of darkness
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Wake Up Call I woke to a whiff that curled my toes, Not coffee, no toast, just something that grows. A cloud of funk hung thick in the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Track your spending, every dime, Know where it goes, make it rhyme. Use an app, or paper too, See what’s coming, what’s due.
By AudreyMoneyTalksabout a year ago in Poets
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
