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the trees
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance, The trees stand tall in a silent trance. Their leaves rustle softly in the breeze, As they whisper secrets among the trees.
Open doors
Open doors bring opportunities, but closed doors hide the future for us, In the threshold of what might be, a world of chance awaits without a fuss.
Women Dress For The Men
It started on social media (what doesn't, these days?) 'Women dress for Men!" was confidently displayed as a meme or headline, I forget
Judey KalchikPublished about a month ago in PoetsBlessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poetslove story
In a love that knew no bounds, we found, A connection so deep, a bond profound. Across borders and cultures, our hearts are entwined, But traditions and norms are cruelly confined.
The lion and the fox
In the heart of the wild, where the tall grasses grow, There lived a lion, proud and strong, with a mane aglow. He roamed the savannah, the king of all he surveyed, Feared by all creatures, his power never swayed.
Who is the real goat, Messi or Ronaldo?
Oh, darling, the debate rages, fiery and hot, Who is the GOAT, who truly takes the top spot? Messi, with his magic, so sleek and so sly,
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsI Found My Lost Love
In the depths of darkness, a light did shine, Lost love, a treasure once thought mine. Through storms of sorrow, my heart did roam
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets“The Brutal Truth Of Women’s Intuition”
There’s this voice in the back of my mind, It sings in all honesty without being fare, A motivator yet the words it spells isn’t always so kind.
Kristen Bansfield -Pen Name K.R.FieldsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsScars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets