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A Prayer For Your Calcination. Winner in The Last Flame Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
When the tinder of your old life is sparking, I pray it singes and curls for you like desiccated hay. I pray you are not waiting on tendrils
By Morgana10 months ago in Poets
deliquium of your disintegration
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By D10 months ago in Poets
Why Taking It Slow Is the Only Way to Find a Cherishing Partner
By taking things slowly, you can effectively filter out those who truly cherish you. If you desire a healthy and stable relationship, do not easily accept just anyone's advances.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry10 months ago in Poets
The Pain Of The Fall
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM10 months ago in Poets
Playing Your Own Hand Well
The older you get, the more clearly you understand one truth: Life isn't a fair game; everyone is dealt a different hand. You see that some people learn quickly, while others retain knowledge for a long time; some are naturally optimistic, and others possess incredible willpower; some instantly connect with everyone, and some gain trust with just a few words. You even find people who work equally hard, yet achieve vastly different results.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Hair Care . AI-Generated.
"Roots of Life, Branches of Beauty" In earth's rich tapestry, a secret lies, A symphony of plants, where life surprises, Phytojuve's gentle touch, a soothing balm,
By Press Release 10 months ago in Poets
Does Self-Preservation Equal Coldness?
High-energy people learn to calmly set boundaries. It's not coldness; it's self-preservation. Many people think that high energy means always being positive and constantly cheerful.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
A fool am I
Not shining, a star ought not Darkness aerating, behind a moons glow Draped in galaxies, silent spinning fantasies Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found Bottom deep, a crater's weep Better empty mouths, than volumes speak Nowhere is the widow's creep, slandering whilst trying to eat Devotion slipped between the sheets Decrepit fingers try to reach Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found Backwards looks, eyes roll up Bending, twisting, spinning 'round Naivete keeps with ignorance Desolate lands, cups of sands Despaired of love, a gripping fate Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found Bold a heart to be looked down Buried deep beneath the ground Necromancer gathers bones Digging for unanswered tomes Dancing fingers grab and grope Numbness sleeps, not losing hope Nervousness beading down Flowing rivers never found
By Tanya Leij10 months ago in Poets
The Day Silence Learned My Name
The Day Silence Learned My Name Subheading: A poem about loneliness that finally spoke back. By [Ali Rehman] Silence was never empty.
By Ali Rehman10 months ago in Poets
Be Wary Your Flame
We all have a flame that burns inside us... Or at least we used to. So many people... Have no flame left... No passion...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM11 months ago in Poets
It is Time to Stop Being a Saint
At 35, it's time to stop playing the saint; stop feeding everyone. I gave you a bottle of water in the desert. When we got to the city, you bought me a bottle, claiming we were even. This is the harsh reality of human nature.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets