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A symphony of Horror
A symphony of Horror, Bare naked in my coffin. Covid infected the taste of my brekfast. * Dear Diáry, Evry ting smells like pleather,
Natasha CollazoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDenise E Lindquist -- Queen of the Day
Hear ye Hear me I have something to say It’s an exceptional day It’s the birthday of a Queen Many wonders are still to be seen
Mother CombsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI Guess This is Growing Old…
--- A twinge in your shoulder Cards say a year older An ache in your right knee Fights with your family inevitable
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLet the flower be, don't pick its stem, And its pure charm will blossom again.
Most Welcome. 🌸 With gentle petals softly spread, 🌼 The flower blooms without a dread. 🌺 It needs no pulling, no demand -
Yash BhawsarPublished 5 months ago in PoetsHamletters
Apparition ominous on the ramparts does foretell. Befouled a rotten Denmark mourns a recent king who fell. Clinging to his grief a prince interrogates his mother.
Dane FullerPublished 5 months ago in PoetsAn Abecedarian Poem Woven From Traditional And Modern Alphabet Songs
Introduction I tried to create a playlist of unaccompanied traditional folk songs based on the Roud Index in the article below.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTime
Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in, To escape the realities of what could have been. A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
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A Sip of Amour
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Poets The Story So Far
Avalanche showing out Bruins barely staying ahead Connors--so many Connors Ducks playing so badly Edmonton's climbing back
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Year Unfolds
A brand new year, a canvas clean, Bursts of hope in the unseen. Chasing dreams, the heart takes flight, Dancing with time, in pure delight.
WanderingZombiePublished 5 months ago in PoetsIce Wings
With wings furled Ready to take flight Ice crystals flaking Frozen in grace Preserved in perfect beauty Standing in willowy poise
Mother CombsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsZombie
After careful consideration, I’ve determined you are: Befuddled and muddled and many shots over par, Crusty exterior with rotting mush underneath,
Merrie SandersPublished 5 months ago in Poets