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Be your own muse
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSnack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poetsthe 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months 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