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The Old Tree
The Old Tree There stood an old tree in the middle of town, With branches that reached and roots deep down, Children would climb it and play underneath, While lovers carved names in the old weathered tree.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
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By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Playing house
Sometimes the genuine action of playing condescends me, it comes at me. What is play? Is the imagination land that important? Did I get the wrong impression? At first when the succession came, she took the crown well, but soon enough she put the crown down - as fear of abandonment overwhelmed her enough she took it all down too the ball that she danced at as a little girl.
By Aubrie Belle 3 months ago in Poets
A Few Resources
We are carving air with dull knives, Dividing the whisper of a loaf among a hundred open mouths. They sit in glass towers,
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
War Zones
You call this a morning commute? I call it boarding a cattle car to the abattoir. I step out my front door and the air tastes like rust
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Ode to Mansplaining . Content Warning.
Sometimes I tolerate it, the mansplaining, finding it easier and less complicated to avoid unnecessary interaction with ignorant pedants, maybe
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
The painting that nobody liked
The painting that nobody liked Everybody kept walking past Nobody stopped to look Not even a glance Seemed like it had no chance
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
The beach that swallowed everything
The beach that swallowed everything Went down to the sand Looked but there was nothing around Seemed like something profound
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
An Invitation
Should I depart early from you without so much as a by your leave, take no offense, as none was intended. * Should I depart early from you,
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
THE RICH MAN’S GIRL
THE RICH MAN’S GIRL They called me very lucky, Because he had such wealth, He bought me pretty diamonds, And dressed me like himself.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
THE LONGEST NIGHT
THE LONGEST NIGHT The darkness came so early, And covered every street, The wind began to whisper, Around my tired feet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Things I Never Say
The Things I Never Say There are things I never say aloud, little pieces of truth I keep folded inside my chest, because not everyone deserves to hear the deepest parts of me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets