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The Talking Fish
They see a man corded muscles so tight they bind him and pull his skeleton into poses a fisherman bent over the haul .
By Justin Keeling10 months ago in Poets
Still Wondering.... Top Story - January 2026.
I love the sound of your smile when we’d talk on the phone . the stories and small moments you'd share . I love your mind
By Justin Keeling10 months ago in Poets
Whispers in a Prism
Asleep in your arms in sunlight . the park, a bubble painted on the grass as our palace in quarantine . you look at the couples
By Justin Keeling10 months ago in Poets
Apostrophe Abuse
I see it everywhere, wish punctuation marks had a union, some representative to speak up when someone combines two complete sentences with just a
By Harper Lewis 10 months ago in Poets
The Wizard Who Left The World
The Wizard Who Left The World He walked alone where the sky met stone, each step measured, each breath deliberate. The spellbooks closed like patient sentinels,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Where The Heart Learns To Stay
Where The Heart Learns To Stay The heart did not settle because it was unafraid, it stayed because leaving no longer felt honest.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I sit In The Bath Till The Water’s Like Me
I Sit In The Bath Till The Water’s Like Me I sit in the bath till the water’s like me, Cold and deep, holding stillness in place.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
"Twin Flame Echo" . Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
In one self I feel you. I feel to much of you so. I hear you. But the echo's must remain still. The longing must be still.
By Cryptic Edwards10 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
My True Story Insomnia
Insomnia And Me I can’t cope. It’s not been easy feeling good in the day, then bedtime comes, lights go out, I feel so ill.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Aurora Borealis
I’ll figure it out, one day, how to catch that feeling in my butterfly net; that delicious smallness and the almost-pain in the neck
By Chloë J.10 months ago in Poets
Poetry Is My No.1
Poetry Is My No.1 Poetry is the place I learned to breathe again, When silence pressed too closely on my chest. Words arrived before I knew I needed saving,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets