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No More Yesterdays, Life Moved On
No More Yesterdays, Life Moved On I stopped waiting where old moments stayed, No letters came, no reasons followed, The rooms changed shape without a sound,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Watershed
Oh, how quickly they turn, fickle as fleas in a kennel, curating cruelty, calling it kindness, delighting in sword swinging, a crusade
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Creating the Epic. Top Story - June 2026.
The air is heavy, muddy with yesterday's dust and the stagnant pool of tears, shed in anger and frustration for what should
By Dana Crandell5 months ago in Poets
You Are The One That I Want
You Are The One That I Want 💣💥✒️❓🖤❔✍️💥💣Here Is The ProblemPoems Can Be As Little As One Word(They Can, Check Out My Story By Clicking Here)This Is What Vocal Tell Us✒️❓🖤❔✍️In order for your submission to qualify, it must be: A poem (any style or structure is welcome) Between 100 and 600 words.✒️❓🖤❔✍️So What If I Want To Write A Sedōka, Senryū (川柳), or Haiku?Does That Disqualify Me Or Not?✒️❓🖤❔✍️I Met A Lovely GirlTo Her I Said"You Are The One That I Want."🖤She Said "I Know Who"You Are. The One That I WantIs Someone Else"🖤And Followed It Up With"I Have A StalkerYou Are The One. That I WantSomeone Else Seems To Have CompletelyGone Over Your Head.Now Leave Me AloneGoodbye"💣💥✒️❓🖤❔✍️💥💣
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Unknown known
Love seeketh only Self to please, / To bind another to its delight, / Joys in another’s loss of ease, / And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.’—The Clod and the Pebble, ll. 9–12.William Blake
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
To Don't
Sleeping is like an addiction to me. Mostly because there's never any dreams. It's essentially non-participation in life,
By Lolly Vieira5 months ago in Poets
You Are Free
The galaxy's first breath unspools into something other than its last. . A house inhales with you, exhales you into pine,
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 months ago in Poets
Irony’s Ghost
dead and buried, no funeral planned. Line up your victim roles, oh great and mighty casting directors, abandon Stanislavski methodically,
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
We Could Have Been Lovers
We Could Have Been Lovers We stood where something almost started, close enough to feel it in the quiet, close enough to imagine names for us,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I Saw a Glimmer of Hope
Elation! Jubilation! Exhilaration! A sign that you may be getting better Today I saw a glimmer of hope. For so long, no life in your eyes
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets
Decay
Decay Nothing arrives already broken, it changes where no eyes remain, a slow surrender hidden beneath surface, a quiet unravelling without a name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Yellow River
Look and you will shiver Not sure if you should bother Nothing to see But you might disagree Some say it is gold Others just think it is cold
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets