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THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERED EVERYONE
THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERED EVERYONE At the end of the lane where the tall nettles grew, Stood a house with a door that nobody knew, Its windows were cloudy, its chimney leaned low, And the garden remembered the people long ago.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
September Daughter
September was my least favorite month– the end of carefree endless days, returning to rules and routines. Then you arrived on the 24th, a day that was still wearing the golds of summer. You came with your own weather, your own compass, already certain of where you belonged. You grew into colors I didn’t know existed, painting the world with your vision, seeing what others passed by, uncovering beauty in piles of dirt. Your mind has always been a room with many windows clear and bright, open to questions without easy answers. And inside of you is a way of seeing, behind the smiles, beneath the stories, past what everyone shows to what is real. You have been strong-willed from the beginning, standing firm but knowing when to bend, when to begin again, when to enter and when to exit. My September days are shortening. Leaves are falling. Light is softening. I am finally understanding what the seasons have been telling me: Change is not the same as loss. Still, I stand here watching you live through all your seasons wanting to keep you from the fall, wishing I were more like September which has always known that letting go is part of becoming.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
I Hope
I hope life will treat you kindly. I hope, with everything that remains inside me, that the world will be gentle with you. I hope it will not ask you to carry more than your heart can bear. I hope that when you wake up in the morning, there will be something waiting for you that makes getting out of bed feel worthwhile. I hope there will be sunlight on the days when everything feels dark. I hope there will be warmth when the world feels cold. I hope there will be someone beside you when silence becomes too heavy to carry alone.
By Zakari Runge2 months ago in Poets
Contradictive
IQ is just a number One employers never Require No one even cares to Hear it Why is it tested or Falsely admired? Jumping for joy Is not allowed In polite society No matter how high aloft This false virtue is Held in films and Commercials for beer or Ladies-only shaving goo
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
First Date
I wrote this thinking it would be a fun song. However, I can’t sing. AI can sing, but still produces mostly subpar music, and VERY cruddy duets. Trust me, I went down a rabbit hole at 1am, trying to get AI to sing this. I managed to create a decent version with just one voice.
By Marlena Guzowski2 months ago in Poets
The Great Fight. Top Story - September 2026.
For nearly two decades, I lived with a weight crushing my spirit. That beast we call suicidal ideation would gnaw on my neurons taking bites big enough to choke on leaving intrusive thought remnants in its wake. I'm not sure one can fully understand the gravity of waking every morning years on end feeling disappointed that they awoke at all until they've lived it, breathed it in with morning sunlight, become it with every aching bone and muscle of a body begging to just give up. Until then, you can only imagine. Likewise, on the other side of such unnameable sadness, you can't truly comprehend the ecstacy within me when I can finally say, "I am happy right now," because no one knows how I burnt down to the ground, my innards charred to a crisp with every phase of moon. Only I was witness to my bare hands cupping ash and pressing inward until diamond bricks emerged for me to lay my foundation with. Blood and sweat and tears poured from me like a rusty faucet, tendons ripped femurs snapped for me to be able to climb and reach this current perspective worthy of so many wows, it was not an easy battle. But it is absolutely possible to survive your own mental warfare. You must simply be a warrior with love for your own survival.
By Lolly Vieira2 months ago in Poets
