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Heart Beats🔊
The scars cry They reflect feelings and fears The heart is stabbed every time we remember the reasons why we tear up The songs we listen to
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean10 months ago in Poets
Waking, I Remember
Waking, I Remember I wake before my name arrives, before the story gathers its shoes. Light is already speaking through the thin places of the room.
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
❤️the luminous love prayers for peace angels: bésame mucho🙏🏾🐾🐱🌸🌱😎🎈🎎🥋 🙏🏾🐾🐱🌸🌱😎🎈🎎🥋🙏🏾🐾🐱🌸🌱😎🎈🎎🥋 🙏🏾🐾🐱🌸🌱😎🎈🎎🥋
❤️prayer at the palace of peace❤️ falling, falling, falling . . . overthinking, fighting, wanting the oversoul . . looking up, up, up into the sky of dragon’s teeth. . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE10 months ago in Poets
When Truth Remembers Itself
When Truth Remembers Itself Truth did not arrive like thunder. It came as a quiet remembering— a soft return to breath after years of holding it in.
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
Instructions for Letting a Feeling Arrive
Feet on the floor.Shoulders soft.That’s enough. Instructions for Letting a Feeling Arrive Do not hunt for it. Feelings can hear footsteps.
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
Dealing with Angst. Honorable Mention in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
There – there it is. That meek, tiny whimper, Pitifully demanding attention Above all other priorities. And for what? Reassurance.
By Dana Crandell10 months ago in Poets
Your Voice Echoes
I hear you in the kettle first, that thin whistle trying to be brave. The kitchen tiles are cold, and my sock has a hole that keeps finding me.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Hunger, Racism, and the Misfortune of Greed. Top Story - January 2026.
The water turfs out clear words Of wisdom, in a charm that inveigles Us to part from our old self: Of brown muck and streams
By Caitlin Charlton10 months ago in Poets
Explosive Love
Explosive Love If you open my heart, make sure you can handle it. It is not quiet, it does not apologise for its heat. It carries storms that learned how to burn softly,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Nothing On The Acsendant. Top Story - January 2026.
Today is the International Day of Nothing...when we mark the necessity of a little silence. Emptiness and space are as important as thought.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin10 months ago in Poets
"the american dream is like any other.... Content Warning.
these are precedented times. do you believe me? you say, "how did we get here now?" or lament the last ten years, as if they are the only ones that matter when considering the state we're in.
By kp10 months ago in Poets
Where Light Learns To Speak
Where Light Learns To Speak The rose did not arrive to be admired or owned, it stood within its own red thinking, calm and exact.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets