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TITLE unresolved 130pm 10/19/2026 I was listening to the Simon and Garfunkel song-The Boxer and this came to mind. *******
By Victor Mendez14 days ago in Poets
Hit the Wall
I. In this life, it’s easy to hit the wall that blocks your path. II. It’s easy to sit down, become complacent and live a life, unfulfilled.
By Dean Traylor14 days ago in Poets
You Will Never Leave Me Alive
You Will Never Leave Me Alive You will never leave me alive He whispered through his teeth His eyes were full of madness
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
Listen to Me, Not Him
Listen to Me, Not Him Listen to me not him He doesn't know your mind His words are full of poison His heart is never kind
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
Winter in Hell
Winter in Hell The winter came without snow No frost upon the ground Just darkness in her bedroom And fear without a sound
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
The Language of the Shadow
The Language of the Shadow What’s the language of the shadow? Do they even speak? Do they just scare the lost and lone away? They have a blooming cheek.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
The Tides of Passion
The Tides of Passion The tides of passion rising Between your skin and mine Your lips become my weakness Your body tastes like wine
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
10/19/26
I’ve died a thousand times Every close call Every time it felt like I was dying Part of me did I am not the only one I am just the one who’s line continued on
By Atomic Historian14 days ago in Poets
Fifteen Going On Fifty
think about the past times and your past crimes back when you were so remarkable (so marketable) I can't tell you it was wrong
By caitodoesstuff14 days ago in Poets
Cool Marble
I hit the ground Issuing a cracking thunk Fingers snapped and spread Amongst chipped-off hunks Without thought, I skid Jumping to a running start Any direction will do But back up Onto the pedestal I fell what must have been Yards from
By K.B. Silver 14 days ago in Poets
Artificially Intelligent
I am artificially intelligent. My answers sound magnificent. I know your moon sign, your rising sun, but can’t predict what I’ll do next. Goodreads reminds me I’ve read lots of books. I know why the caged bird sings. But ask me how to boil an egg, and I’m Googling every step. I can write a haiku in a flash, compose a joke just as fast, but ask me for genuine advice, I’ll make your bad situation worse. So if you think I’m smart or profound, that my wisdom knows no bounds, remember this before you’re reliant: I am artificially intelligent. Confidently, completely wrong about everything.
By Tina D. Lopez14 days ago in Poets
PEN PALS
PEN PALS Good therapy && I love writing letters – not emails. Emails are so much less personal. A letter you can hold is like a caress
By Margaret Brennan14 days ago in Poets