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When Fear Strikes
Gone were the days Of solace found behind four walls Owned by moonless nights and somber skies Days when dawn offered reprieve
By Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa2 days ago in Poets
The Stranger’s Spell
The Stranger’s Spell Walking home last night, I saw a stranger On the street, standing by a shop. He smiled and tipped his head towards me And said, Hello dear, your perfume smells so sweet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Waiting
Waiting Waiting. I sit and I wait. I sit. I sit, and I wait. For a change. A change in atmosphere. I sit. I go out for a drive in my car, And I sit silently. I stare at the stars in the sky, Watching the clouds as they pass by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Bonfire
Itchy skin Ready to peel Sloughing off Gentrified layers Binding a Wild creature No more If sublime is Holding tension
By Aspen Marie 2 days ago in Poets
Seasonal
There is a strange type of beauty In the crisp, encroaching cold Of Autumn, Just as there is A beauty in the seeping warmth
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 days ago in Poets
A Kite That Landed on Mars
A Kite That Landed on Mars My father showed me how to make a kite, with string and wood and paper. So I did a pretty picture and brought staples
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
The Shop at the End of the World
The Shop at the End of the World Some say there’s a shop at the end of the world. It doesn’t sell mere mortal things. It sells the special things that heaven And beyond brings.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
You are binge watched
Here’s me looking at you looking at me And I am still looking Paused with a split second of silence and you do it again. That thing …you know; it’s kinda that curiosity shocked look.
By Tanya Gibler2 days ago in Poets
Perfectly Flawed
Perfectly Flawed My flaws are well-masked behind a smooth veneer of confidence: Doubting, fearing, desiring bravery; battling demons, seeking peace,
By Liz Montano2 days ago in Poets
Short Poem
Like a pirate in the night taking to no fright Shut down the disgrace if it has to escalate Ride the tides of endless tears
By Tanya Gibler2 days ago in Poets
The Body Within the Word
Last night, I thought about beginning a personal creative writing project where I think of a random writing prompt, using the first word that comes to mind...no overthinking, no grammar rules; just a simple impression from within. This exercise loosens the rigidity of the writing intensive, scholarly-type pieces I typically produce and allows me to freely showcase dimensions of my creative writing abilities, as well.
By RL Stevenson2 days ago in Poets
The Weeping Flowers
The Weeping Flowers The flowers bowed their weary heads, When they realised summer was dead. When all the pretty, bright, cheerful flowers Go away for another year.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets