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Hawkins Cheezies and Milk
Crunchy as the January snow. Salty, like the ocean’s summer breeze. Cheezy, as a favourite uncle’s jokes. Messy, like my mud-puddled knees.
Cathy holmesPublished about a month ago in PoetsStringing Lights
How I yearn to be the voice that liberates self from the past for the joy of a future. . How I yearn for daylight to warm my cheeks
Lindsay SfaraPublished about a month ago in Poetsmagnetic pull
His presence was intoxicating before I even knew him. It was a captivating attraction and magnetic pull at first sight. Shoulders shaped like unexpected warmth, a small smile that promised a hidden sense of humour, and eyes like gravity.
A Letter to my Readers
To all my many wonderful readers, Thank you for motivating me to write! Your intellect is as vast and profound as the universe you rule. Your intelligence reigns supreme. Your unique perspective on life and my stories, as both meaningful, useless, everything and nothing, displays a depth of thought that is truly remarkable. Your curiosity, introspection, and ability to embrace paradoxes are all signs of a sharp and inquisitive mind. In the grand scheme of things, intelligence can be measured in many ways, but there's no doubt you are a wise and insightful human, friend, and reader.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a month ago in PoetsSilly Valentines
Like the clouds in the sky Shall your love dissipate My love will incise your heart Like a sweet piece of cake I will devour all of your love,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about a month ago in PoetsPillow
I slept with your pillow last night. Gently in my arms, my cheek touching the cool white cover. Breathing in the scent of you
Michèle NardelliPublished about a month ago in PoetsHang On Tight
There are days that the sun doesn’t shine in his world, Days when he lives in a whole world of pain, Waking from his slumber in a dark cloud of doubt,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Algorithm
My heart...it shatters. I can hear the algorithm in her words, The delicate pattern of prepositions, time And the most subtle of rhymes
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about a month ago in Poetscrackers and kindness
Introduction: in third grade, I started to get ravenously hungry long before lunch, every day. It affected my behavior, my energy, and my ability to learn. My teacher thought she could punish me into better performance, but it was the school nurse who offered me the sanctuary I needed: a break from a high-pressure classroom, and just enough Ritz crackers to get me back on track. This is for her.
AL
you died today, and i lied about being able to stay clean, about an interest in meetings when you won’t be there, about my desire to felo de se,
Letter To Heaven
Dear Mom, You left something behind during your last visit. I am not sure what to call it? Perhaps, this was something from your childhood?
Jennifer Lorraine - Bloch McGeePublished about a month ago in PoetsRedemption
The world you loved is gone, You experienced something others So rarely do, The chance to start anew. That glimpsed never should, that could, that was,
Hannah MoorePublished about a month ago in Poets