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Untie the ropes now! The mighty Wind is blowing to give you Power. +++ Look to the heavens and trust the signs to reach your
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I see you now, Mum
You never let yourself be soft. Soft things break, soft things get left behind, soft things get taken. So you made yourself a fortress—
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Terrance Hayes: A Modern Poet of Innovation and Identity
Early Life and Influences Born in Columbia, South Carolina, in 1971, Terrance Hayes grew up with a deep appreciation for both literature and visual art. His early exposure to the works of poets such as Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden, and Yusef Komunyakaa shaped his understanding of poetry as a medium for both self-expression and social commentary. He attended Coker College on a basketball scholarship, later earning an MFA in creative writing from the University of Pittsburgh.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Blood Covered Heartstrings
Pull my heartstrings So selfishly In ways that make my heart sing I can't help but dance helplessly And entertain your fantasy
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Maybe
Maybe in a different time Maybe in a different place Maybe in somewhere else In the vastness of space Something could have happened
By Chris Santiago2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Surface
They asked, their voices laced with curiosity, "What do you hate the most?" The question hung in the air, awaiting a response that would reveal the deepest, darkest corners of my soul. I paused, collecting my thoughts as a sad smile crept onto my face.
By RhythmandRPM2 years ago in Poets
I'm Sorry I'm Away on Valentine's Day
soft satin plump lips fingers entangled in hazelnutty curls draw me in like sunflower to blazing sun warmness oozing throughout like oxygen in bloodstream
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
"EVIL HUMPTY DUMPTY FALLS". Content Warning.
This is a tall tale of evil and good and how evil clowns & charlatans tried to steal from the poor to supply the wealthy. There have been many stories written throughout the decades of time. I author this tale of an evil Humpty Dumpty and Joker in the year of our Lord 2025. Pull up a chair, grab a popcorn, and a cup of hot cocoa and we will sit by the fireplace telling tales of good vs evil in a world of chaos. The truth is in the video I created in Microsoft Video Editor Pro.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Little Old Me
People are determined to miss your existence because they were waiting for your children’s instead. People will miss your happiness because it did not derive from a registry. Values placed on things not yet sentient; whispers on phantom winds. Yet, I am the one expected to smile, promise “soon,” feel honored even to be “thought of.”
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
Guardian
I can see you watching with concern, rest assured: a lesson was learned. No more dependency, in somebody's spell, it's now all on me
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Because It Should Show
you slept on the couch.... when I'm under the weather, I snore I woke up, a nasty grouch still you kissed my forehead at the door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In Recovery
Was it the love or nicotine Or maybe something in between Has me wearing seven patches Collecting scads of unburnt matches
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets