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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
Geometry
Eastdown and spiral bound, wide-ruled, like a hat on a mannequin in a store window in an abandoned mall fever dreams two-stepping on eggshells under a dangling anvil,
By Harper Lewis 2 days ago in Poets
Coffee for Two
Every morning, I make coffee for two. I spoon out our favorite French Roast, Inhaling the fragrance, Especially when it’s a fresh can.
By Laura DePace2 days ago in Poets
On Loss
The word loss leaves us, even as it is spoken The affects bereave us, even as we continue The time following we grieve for the broken
By Joseph Zimmer2 days ago in Poets
Nightmare Baddies
We let you Rub our ankles Fluff our hair & press our dress But you know what We love the Best And that is to see You covered in Red 🩸 Too much work with being a Good girl So we're easily Bad... I'm not the leader, but I speak for my Bitches! We'd rather see you Gag...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets
RAVAGED
RAVAGED And then satiated () () () () () Ravaged by a hunger, We ate until sated, And while more was offered, The thought of more became –
By Margaret Brennan2 days ago in Poets
Dad Haiku
Dad Haiku I think of you dad The best Dad in the whole world My Dad My hero
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Trauma bangs. Top Story - October 2026.
The blessing of surviving long enough to get a haircut he’d hate. Soon after escaping, I cut my hair into a bob. He would have hated it.
By Veronica Wren3 days ago in Poets
Abruptly.
Abruptly, years begin to speak in the language of closed doors. These photographs fading at the edges, a name we once said every day now resting quietly.
By ROMEO3 days ago in Poets
The Letter
The Letter I received your letter today I wanted to throw it away I hated you when we broke up You were gone to me forever.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
The Little Girl in the Red Coat
The Little Girl in the Red Coat I didn’t ask to be put in this home, It was my family that did this to me, And to be quite honest with you, I’m as depressed as depressed can be.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
My Mother's Cup.
My Mother's Cup. I kept it there on my sideboard, In the kitchen by the table. The cup belonged to my mother, And I could never part with it.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets