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Turning
Throwing the log on the wheel I grab my chisel as it begins to spin Who will win The day will have to wait and see Will it be this block
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
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Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in Poets The Story of The little girl Lilly
Once upon a time, in a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and whispering meadows, there lived a little girl named Lily. Her heart was as sweet as the honeybees that buzzed around her grandmother's garden. Lily was known for her boundless curiosity, her eyes sparkling with wonder like the morning dew on the petals of the wildflowers.
Nella MerelyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA Guide to Rocking Cold Resistant Gloves
Hey folks, ready to tackle winter head-on? It's that time of the year when the air gets crisp, and the cold starts nipping at your fingertips. But don't sweat it – we've got your back with the lowdown on cold resistant gloves. Let's break it down, find out what makes 'em tick, and get you set for a cozy winter.
There Should Be No WAR
In a world where hearts are free, A place where peace is meant to be. No thunder roars, no cannons roar, In the realm where there should be no war.
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To all those writers who just want to trash the whole story/book and bash their computers: Don't give up. Keep trying. You'll get it.
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsStove Top
The metal surface should be smooth I complain as I wipe up the cleaner Yet-my hand meets Grease Like a slide My hands glide over the surface
Antoinette L BreyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsAlla Prima
Painting with words Spilt from the mind Writing whatever comes next No time to check Is it good Is it bad To live a life focused on perfection
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsElixir of Kings
Deliciously smooth As antique silk, It ripples Across your taste buds, Awakening Unknown pleasures and Allowing ancient secrets
Cindy CalderPublished 6 months ago in PoetsDropping Off Some Love
Don’t mind me I’m just stopping by I couldn’t stay away I had to come by To be near you No, no tea for me I just came by to share
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsPerfectly Imperfect
She spends too much time looking at her flaws She never realizes She’s perfectly imperfect Every part of her is worth it
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Bike Seller
If the seat is too low, I’ll hold the bike up and carry you around! . . . . . (drawing by Tong Pan)
Sone KramerPublished 7 months ago in Poets