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By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
The Hidden Battles
It wasn't grand epiphanies but making the bed on days when gravity seemed heavier. The victory in six sips of water when my throat felt lined with dust.
By Ian Sankanabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered Voices
Dear Me at Seventeen, I didn't know then how the midnight thoughts would someday find their voice, how the heaviness had a name
By Ian Sankanabout a year ago in Poets
this
i shout wondering if this is not whispering and so the wind drives vehicles chariots of the impending from its beginning
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Empty Head
The Empty Head As they cattle pronged my swollen head. By morning light, my thoughts were dead. Tied down tight, I shook in pain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
New Leaf
In a sudden gaze I found you standing on your own convictions for once and finally. you were humming your own tune a tale as young
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
White Noise Inside My Head
White Noise Inside My Head It buzzes low, like a broken prayer, a dead radio between stations of despair. Static hums behind my eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Kaleidoscope Soul- A drunker
This poem delves into the chaotic and fragmented thoughts of a person in a state of heavy intoxication, portraying the world as a shifting, distorted landscape viewed through a kaleidoscope of emotions. It explores themes of disorientation, vulnerability, and the search for fleeting moments of clarity within the haze.
By Xavierabout a year ago in Poets
Love Unafraid
Spider webs and cluttered downspouts Tales that tell of pending doom Butterflies and I, hang around Like a crystalis inside my room
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Thinking about our Past
I am happy to say, That I've reached a place Where very few can survive. But I know enough to say, That in this desolate space,
By Ch. Nikshith Ramabout a year ago in Poets
Enigmatic Energy
You speak a love that's cryptic And nobody understands That although your words are septic You're begging for another chance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Do We Live to Replicate or to Revel
I didn't come into this world to reproduce, but to see how the flowers bloom and how the water flows. How the sun rises and when it sets. I live in this world simply to understand some truths and encounter interesting things. Life is an accident, and I seek cause and effect within it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets