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Born Doomed
Born doomed from mother to conveyor belt, the heat of my birth, the ripping pain of the rounded egg brought forth nothing but my bearer's misery.
By Kera Hollow3 months ago in Poets
Power runs the World.
Humans are the only species that pay to live on this planet. I get that, in some way, we have to pay for what we take, and nothing is free.
By Jen Phillips3 months ago in Poets
Melted Mess
I took the up escalator to the candy store at the mall. It was last November, a chaotic Black Friday. I had found gifts for everyone except my husband.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
Camera Lights Smile
Camera Lights Smile Camera, lights, smile, Hold that pose and stay awhile, The flash goes off, the moment’s caught, A perfect picture, or so we thought.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
I Want to Know What This Love Is All About
I Want to Know What This Love Is All About I want to know what this love is all about, The kind that leaves no room for fear or doubt, The kind that wakes with laughter in the morning light, And holds you close beneath the stars at night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
He Developed His Own Photos
He Developed His Own Photos He developed his own photos, Late at night when no one knew, He worked beneath the quiet light, Watching pictures slowly come through.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Four Weddings and a Camera
Four Weddings and a Camera Four weddings and a camera, Four white dresses, four days of love, Four different stories beginning, With blessings whispered from above.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Camera Broke
The Camera Broke The camera broke on wedding day, Just as the bride was on her way, He pressed the button, nothing came, And suddenly nothing felt the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Fire of Self
Belief, they say, is a fire a glow that burns the hollow night, a lantern in the marrow of the soul lighting paths unseen.
By Donna K3 months ago in Poets
Forgiveness Never Sought
Onward to the ending All that one can do Forget all that we have learned All things are eventually through Forgive the solemn ones their misdeeds
By Jason Morton3 months ago in Poets
How Men Are Taught to Process Emotion
And I don't know why I cried at the thought of saying goodbye to an old brown rug. But I did - so it sits now rolled up in the basement beside my unexplained feelings.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
As I Stand in the Museum Hall
It all becomes about death, I think, as I stand in the museum hall; all this art, just burdens we carry for the bearers who've gone on.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets