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December 1st
--- The little elf soared high in the night sky He couldn't wait to see his friend Last Christmas Eve he had to say goodbye
Abbey StreettPublished 2 years ago in PoetsIt Never Boils And It Never Ends
As an Englishman I drink a lot of tea bit of a stereotype I know but I’m not ashamed often we just have nothing better to do
R P GibsonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSomeone has to pay the bills
You don’t want to be called lazy, so you work tirelessly to appease society, working a job that causes you undue stress throughout the day while you
I Hardly Noticed
There is something about the silence you can only find late at night in a motel room. The sounds of the world seem to fade as the yellow lights seep in the windows. It's the only light illuminating their face as they stare into your eyes. Everyone always looks so beautiful and haunted in those lights.
Searra StatonPublished 2 years ago in Poets"My Blackness" & "SKIN"
My Blackness Let me tell you about my blackness It's strong It's powerful It's beautiful It continues to flourish into greatness
Vernon T. ScottPublished 2 years ago in PoetsTest of Time
”time is on our side” so, why do we run and hide trespassing, crossing all those thin lines working tirelessly to make sense of a dark mind
Chairoscuro
a match flares breaching the dark blur of bones two sea-black eyes shimmering inside of the crackling rain I've forgotten my way back
Timothy James LanePublished 3 years ago in PoetsLaying with Lucy
Maybe I was too young, the first time I laid with Lucy. I placed her on my tongue. She picked me up, dumped me on my back
Samuel BraithwaitePublished 3 years ago in PoetsNow, or Coming Soon: Six Poems of Longing
Word; World There is no world without words But when I see another world; yours I lost my words; wordless I thought about your word
Moch Aldy MAPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Pull of Water
I am fascinated by wild water, the great power of it’s rhythmical sound, yet remain terrified that I might drown. ***
KJ AartilaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEscape From Modernity
City, streets, people, cars, Kids, noise, pollution, gastro bars, Suffocating flats, invisible waves from tech devices,
The Soulful ScribblerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMoonstruck
I forget too often to look up. The night And the spectacle revealed as the light fades Still fill me with childlike wonder.
Dana CrandellPublished 3 years ago in Poets