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October's Kiss
Gone is the stifling embrace of the summer, Slowly released as the September trees Blushed with new brilliance, then duly surrendered
Dana CrandellPublished 7 months ago in PoetsReflections In The Bathroom Sink
Existing in limbo: A non-life. Caught between who I am, And who I want to be. This inaction plaguing me, Like a storm that swirls nowhere,
Gary RagnarssonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsWelcome To Starbucks
The first thing that we’d do, as you step onto the scene Is grab a cup of coffee from the vending machine Not just any joe, but, the best of the stuff
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRunning Thoughts
I wonder if my knees ever crack open on this part of the route. Ah, I'm thinking too much about it. My knees are my hinges,
Today, I Learned I'm Selfish
I've asked myself a million times, is this it? I drown out the echo of that thought, not wanting to hear it To hear it means to face the answer
Two hands
You’re standing there and glowing green, and I want to show you everything. To take your hand and lead you round, To see my house, my stomping ground.
Michèle NardelliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsTEEN SPIRIT
Sweaty teen athletes show team spirit. Sideline teen cheerleaders stunts, fear it. Bacteria odor. Ugly body-odor. Better mask the smell with Teen Spirit.
Babs IversonPublished 7 months ago in Poets~Sweet Apple Pie Tarts!~
Vocal Social Society is currently holding a Hors d'oeuvres Haiku Challenge! You can learn more about it here: Here is my entry:
Tiffany GordonPublished 7 months ago in Poets102
Content Warning: Themes related to disordered eating. It started with breakfast. She never ate breakfast in high school. She walked to school and she was always running late. She would get out of bed and ten minutes later she’d be out the door, keys in hand. She didn’t really think twice about it. She always ate lunch. She was always hungry by lunch.
Apophenic Release
I only want the sun until I see the devil before I say your name so tomorrow’s scars can blister I hear mountains
david lovePublished 7 months ago in PoetsCrown
Yanked from the precipice of natural sanity A voice stricken with gusto, there is no safety Souls being split with agony
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHUMAN
I am only Human. The blood in my body Is the perfection Of God's Love. Sent from up above With love in my blood…
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 7 months ago in Poets