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Butterflies know the way To Paradise . Top Story - July 2026.
Butterflies know the way, to find those places, where joy and perpetual sunshine meet the wonders of magic, the unusual and the fantastic
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
The Loneliness of Skin
Dazzling smiles like the rays of the summer sun Joy and heartfelt warmth Pain lingering in your eyes Tears upon your cheek Not caught by a handkerchief
By Henrik Hageland4 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Horizon
The Forgotten Horizon No soul has named this crimson sea. Its waves remember what we hide. The stars refuse to tell the truth. They simply watch the endless tide.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The scared little poem
He hides under cover Quivers about being discovered Maybe he doesn't want to be smothered Worried about the others Afraid of becoming known
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
Chocolate Milkshake
Terrible when they make a mistake A muddy paste May as well throw it in the waste You will know if it is fake Never come back to that place
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
Relaxing in the park
For me it has become a part Even when it is getting dark Sometimes I hear the sound of a lark This pastime I have turned into an art
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
Alone
In an unusual zone Don't even own a phone Maybe not even a home But I am free to roam Never have reason to moan Nor cause to groan
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
You Now Think He Is Winning This War?
Donnie, my friend, explain yourself. Yesterday you called him difficult. Said he had no cards against me. Today you shake his hand, pat his shoulder, admire his resolve while cameras follow like light-hungry sunflowers.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Poets
-Pressure-
Releasing, this letting go of something with the hold of 10,000 ants. Crawling inside the brain cell walls, only stepping on the vital parts of a piece of self that’s critically important. Jumbled into abstract visualizations of a past experience that feels current, it spikes your senses to an infinite level of shaking. Some slight relief, but the intensity lingering, with a haunting of the memories of releasing happening in the first place.
By ROMEO4 months ago in Poets
My Most Hated Poem
A/N: Have you ever had a piece of work you absolutely hated, but can't seem to get rid of? This unfinished poem is that, for me. Something about it feels like I was trying to WRING artwork out of myself during last years Vocal summer poetry challenge. Forced rhyming couplets, strained prose.
By Thomas Speer4 months ago in Poets
-Translucent-
What’s the matter? Getting fatigued? Brushed over with color, again no need, Let’s make things clear, clear as can be, Look, just look at me,
By ROMEO4 months ago in Poets
Anger
Anger. Always anger The first emotion that I feel when push comes to shove — frustration, annoyance, rage. Too long have I been kept silent, forced to swallow my own words, beaten until it stuck, choking back the sounds of me. Not anymore. I rise I will not go quietly. I will not fade into nothing. No— you will hear the wrath, the pain-filled words as I spit them back out. You call me the villain — you haven't seen me yet. But now you will.
By Chel Writes4 months ago in Poets