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The Raven -- But Not
Shifting, changing scenes, different now Above me hangs a weary crow Flapping slowly, tiredly, not knowing Exactly where he’s meant to go
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsCathedral
Faded carpets and worn-down pews, Riddled with tourists and camera crews People, there’s people everywhere, People beside and surrounding me
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsHope is a Deadly Game
In shadows, danced fears, silent and stark, where courage met whispers of the dark. Within the storm, a silent battle waged
Denise LarkinPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsHeart Holes
You were mine the second you saw the deep holes in my heart looked straight into my pupils and said: Girl, those are keyholes
It Ain't No Lie: I Am Bi, Bi, Bi (Even When I'm with a Guy)
May 17 is the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia. That’s right, a whole, long-windedly named day reminding people not to be jerks to the LGBTQ+ community.
Veronica WrenPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsYou
I'm here today with you as a happy soul my heart is filled with bliss. Like a happy puppy, I am full of joy. I'm filled with love for you.
Gloria PenelopePublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsNow You're Gone
Now you're gone I can no longer message you. Now you're gone I can no longer speak to you. Now you're gone I can no longer laugh with you.
Denise LarkinPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsSharp
I am coarse, rough around the edges but not like sand. Not in the way that it can feel soft, masquerade as something nice.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe Beauty of Pain
In the depths of anguish, beauty hides, A silent symphony in sorrow's tide. In tears that fall like gentle rain, Lies the essence of life's refrain.
M I L K
Figuratively, we bought a house where sand meets the shore. The train station a ways off, rolls through if need be. An iron furnace piped the ceiling amongst the marble.
Natasha CollazoPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsJudgment's Wing
In the fading light where shadows play, There sits a crow, thoughtful in its way. With eyes so deep, they seem to know, The stories of the night, as they ebb and flow.
Stay next to me so I can always love you
Hold my hand and don't let go. Let me feel your breath on my face. Let me touch your hair. And in another galaxy, I feel like I am.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about 8 hours ago in Poets