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Being Seen
For too long I’ve faded in and out of the light, A ghost in the shadows, a ghost in the night. I swallowed my words and I swallowed my pride,
By Forest Green2 months ago in Poets
If This Heatwave Lasts Forever
If This Heatwave Lasts Forever The pavement shimmers, skies are bare, Even the wind forgets it’s there. Birdsong softens in the trees, Searching for a cooling breeze.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Being Seen
I spent too long standing in the gray, Fading like morning mist at the break of day. I swallowed my voice and I hid in the crowd,
By Forest Green2 months ago in Poets
Every Week I Choose My Numbers
Every Week I Choose My Numbers Every week I choose my numbers, holding hope within my hand, tiny dreams upon a ticket, building castles in the sand.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Heat Wave That Never Ends
The Heat Wave That Never Ends The sun forgot to say goodbye, It simply stayed… Day after day. Each dawn arrived already tired, Each evening melted into grey.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Static in the Skin. Winner in Static Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.
They glitched us and took away the behaviour, replacing it with colour distortion that frames us against the odds. This poem moves through static, misrecognition, and the noise that rises when identity beats behaviour.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Did the Tin Man Ever Grow Rusty?
Did the Tin Man Ever Grow Rusty? Did the Tin Man ever slowly rust, As seasons wrapped him soft in dust? Did autumn leaves around him fall,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Mad Hatter Was Quite, Quite Mad
The Mad Hatter Was Quite, Quite Mad The Mad Hatter was wonderfully mad, The happiest soul the woodland had. He wore odd socks upon his ears, Collected smiles instead of tears.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Did Rapunzel Use Hair-Growth Shampoo?
Did Rapunzel Use Hair-Growth Shampoo? Did Rapunzel own, concealed from sight, A magic bottle every night? “Extra Inches While You Sleep!” A fairy promise she would keep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Tea With the Moon
Tea With the Moon One sleepless night at half past two, A gentle knock came at my door. I opened it to find the moon, Who’d never visited before.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
whom is
one free zone to be seen ouT of the dream on this side of the looking glass noT as backwards as things already seem found aT The ending
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Collected Shadows
The Man Who Collected Shadows Every evening just past dusk, When daylight breathed its final sigh, A lonely figure crossed the hills, With empty sacks held by his side.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets