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Finding me Again
I searched for myself In places that echoed my name, Yet every mirror Showed someone I had become For everyone else. Then love arrived, Not to rescue, Not to rewrite, But to remind.
By Nelo4 months ago in Poets
The Things That Stays
Memories are gentle travelers, They never truly leave. They linger in forgotten songs, In autumn's falling leaves. They hide inside familiar scents, In laughter carried far, In every wish we never spoke Upon a quiet star.
By Nelo4 months ago in Poets
Hello Rain
Hello rain my constant friend i hear you knocking on my window pain. Do you want to come in? Is that what it is? Or are you here for my remembering?
By WrittenWritRalf4 months ago in Poets
Living Nightmare
Last night I had a nightmare And awoke in such a state. I reached across the bed for comfort, Only to remember no one was there.
By Lane Burns4 months ago in Poets
Climate Control
My dad wouldn’t turn on the air until June 1, like the Georgia heat followed a calendar and wouldn’t push the mercury up the windowsill
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
Sur reality
It seems like a lifetime ago and yet only yesterday at the same time so distant and yet so close and i wonder how time bending like
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Collections
Each swallowed word, an offering in the dark. Unspoken comebacks saved for a rainy day. Call it maturity or good faith.
By Laura Roodenburg4 months ago in Poets
Kung Fu Cinema
Wu Xia Pian (Mandarin: Martial Arts Films) vs Kung Fu Films Wu = martial, Xia = hero, Pian = films Wu Xia films are usually associated with sword films, which are mostly associated with the Mandarin language, the official language of China. Kung Fu, a Cantonese term, films are associated with Hong Kong films. Cantonese is what the residence of Hong Kong speak.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne4 months ago in Poets
The athlete
Though you think it’s you I have need to defeat You are wrong I train every day Every waking moment Hours of pain and sweat
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Poets
Too Needy
Too Needy You call before the morning wakes, Then wonder why I need some air. Every silence becomes a question, As though my absence means I don’t care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Roots
Xanadu and Kubla Khan water from naiads and Danaids everywhere nor any swap to sync What are words worth when lilacs bloom through dooryards into their doom,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
Whistling Wind
Whistling Wind The whistling, whirling wind arrived, Dragging old ghosts through broken trees. It rattled windows long forgotten, Carrying whispers no soul should keep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets