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The Talking Garden
Strolling around Looking at the amazing plants Fruit galore Something to adore It won't be a bore Might want to eat a delicious apple right to the core
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
Memories Like Diamonds Shine
Memories are like diamonds, that sparkle in the night. Just like precious jewels, each worth its weight in gold. Photos we treasure,
By Rasma Raisters5 months ago in Poets
Seeing More
Seeing More Funny thing about getting older, Nobody mentions this instead, You spend less time chasing approval, And more time hearing what was said.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Salmon Drafts
So Ah wis sittin' an' writin', walkin' the corridors o' mah mind fir inspiration an' destination between the first line Whit's interesting is revision an' reorder
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Dark Love
Dark Love You arrived without a warning Soft words wrapped in velvet skin Nothing looked like danger then Until I slowly let you in
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Truth is your medicine
“Truth is your medicine”— she says, pouring it down my throat. “Whose truth?”— I manage, choking between each swallow. After years of drought, I would drink anything— even green bog water, thick with rot, thinking it's spring water. Just give me something— anything— to quiet this thirst.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
A STUDY IN TIME
A STUDY IN TIME-UNTITLED I like studying the poetry of other poets to try to better my writing and see where I am in comparison and progression-educate myself, if you will.
By Victor Mendez5 months ago in Poets
Lie to me
Say this isn't just a collision two bodies mistaking proximity for fate, forged by the breath of want and longing, sealed by loneliness and isolation.
By Chel Writes5 months ago in Poets
Things My Body Has Forgiven Me For
The things my body has forgiven me for: Standing up too fast after being stagnant too long, The room is tilting like it's deciding whether to let me back in.
By Chel Writes5 months ago in Poets
I AM WAITING
I am waiting to be freed from my vices. I am waiting for full sanctification. I am waiting for less nuance and ambiguity,
By Brittany Callaway5 months ago in Poets
Sore Loser
With tears staining your cheeks, you look so small. You’re the king of nothing; I hope you fall. You should cut your losses and walk away, but I don’t think you hear a word I say.
By Luna5 months ago in Poets
Everything Happens for a Reason
The digital altar glows with holy blue light. We curate our ghosts for the vultures to see. A masterclass performance of joy in the night,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets