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The Unfinished Game
The humid air of a summer afternoon hung heavy as my energetic niece Lily bounced at my feet. "Uncle Larry, please play hide and seek!" she begged.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Why Should I Show My Body To You?
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
Praveen PkPublished 2 months ago in Poets Poet’s Day (April 21)
Poetry… We hear the term bandied about all the time, and there isn’t a one of us that avoided writing some in our younger days. Whether that poetry was written by the dictate of our instructors in school, or driven by hormone-fueled teenage angst, there was a portfolio of our work available to embarrass or edify us. Poetry Day honors this art, and below, we will tell you everything you need to know about it.
Mai SophiaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy imaginary friend
This chapter of my life began when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I don't remember it fully since I was so young, but I know the details from my mom and grandma telling me stories.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEncounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPhantom House
In June 2022, my friend Lucas and I had an unsettling experience while on a nighttime walk near his rural Welsh village. Lucas has lived there his whole life and knows the area well. The village has fewer than 100 residents, with houses spread out over several miles.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in PoetsLife-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMissing time...
I grew up in a one-story, 3-bedroom house with a large field and woods in the backyard. Despite the strange experiences I had there, I loved that house and those woods.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in PoetsProductive Songs
In plantations rich, where murmurs breeze, Natural products influence, dance in cadenced simplicity. Every apple, pear, a verse sung,
Kamran AlamPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSomething visited at night
I used to experience disturbing paranormal events as a teenager, but thankfully they stopped as I grew older. When I was around 20 years old, I started having vivid nightmares and episodes of sleep paralysis when sleeping in my bedroom at home. I would wake up unable to move, feeling a heavy pressure on my chest, and see terrifying visions of shadowy figures approaching me. My parents told me it was just sleep paralysis, but it kept happening frequently and felt very real.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Me and him
Noise started We both exchanged words. It was just a simple argument. But we made noise. He needed it. i denied He asked again.
Gloria PenelopePublished 2 months ago in Poets Peek'a'boo who are you?
I'm working the graveyard shift. After finishing my rounds, I sit down at my station situated in an open foyer. The lounge is to the front, the elevator to my left, and the dining hall to my right, with adjoining hallways connecting everything to the central area where I'm positioned. This gives me a 180-degree view in case anything happens.
spooky sessionPublished 2 months ago in Poets