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Christianity
accusations thicker than thieves, self-congratulations for cruelty, Chewing up my blood spitting it in my face, Clearly, the problem is that I don’t love Jesus.
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Yesterday, and Yesterday, and Yesterday
Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday, Flees further and faster night by maligning night, To the first breath of existence;
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
PR Campaigns. Content Warning.
I loathe a campaign even more than I hate a fucking parade, unless it’s a Pride Parade— those are actually worth the crowds
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
A study claims that 500 years before science, Dante's Inferno mapped a planetary impact.
The geometry of Hell as portrayed in Dante Alighieri's Inferno closely resembles the physical structure created by a massive planetary impact event, according to a new study presented at the European Geosciences Union (EGU) General Assembly in Vienna in April 2026.
By Francis Dami5 months ago in Poets
I Know You’re There
yeah, I know you're there it seems you've always been like a softly whispered prayer or the devil’s wanting sin just beyond my grasp
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
The Day I Disappeared
right before your eyes Just under your nose I began my demise And turned into a ghost Bit by bit I evolved Until nobody noticed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Screaming from the rooftops. Top Story - May 2026.
I screamed from the rooftops today I screamed as loud as I could. My closest and dearest all to the furthest and coldest could hear my voice; but they tilted their head in disbelief.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
A Minute of Forgetting
Waking up in the moment of a lifetime Where the pain subsides and I can breathe easy again Until I see the light of a passion lost
By Gunnar Anderson5 months ago in Poets
Timing
No one knows the mind of the wind. Each breeze carries its own heading. There is nothing to predict its course, nothing to trace its threading.
By J. K. Anderson5 months ago in Poets
Moans In The Morning. Content Warning.
Moans in the Morning No one ever Minds I hear it through the walls It could be stretching or a blessing when couples combine
By Amourè Deezyy5 months ago in Poets
Date Night?
Is it only me, or does Friday seem like the loneliest night of each week? 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️ Home, watching Dateline—
By Tina D. Lopez5 months ago in Poets
Mummy in deep thoughts 💜. Content Warning.
As we lay down the blanket for us to feast on together. Time together. Our time. Mine and his. Mummy bear and baby bear time.
By Cryptic Edwards5 months ago in Poets