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Sanctuary
I offered you sanctuary. You treated it like a cheap motel. Spent your days snorting lines of arrogance, and downing shots of empty promises.
Cathy holmesPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhite Vs Black
White ... So demure, so pure Tis actually an absence of color to be sure We dress blushing brides in white to symbolize purity
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFriends to your Face
My life isn't brilliant. My life isn't great. I go through scenic situations, And I long to escape… I search for blessings,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 9 months ago in PoetsThe Play Was Thwarted
Yesterday I reached out and tried to span the crippling years, I just wanted to hear your voice once more, I hope you know how you played upon the hours of my mind,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 9 months ago in PoetsMemento Mori
The hourglass of every life is filled with grains of sand And through the narrow neck of time our memories all land Each grain a special yesteryear each grain a dream that’s passed
𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐧Published 9 months ago in PoetsSummer Leaves
Summer leaves Are green and ostentatious But fire is the colour of October Sunset leaves A beautiful death Red and orange
L.C. SchäferPublished 9 months ago in PoetsNotebooks 📝
Notebooks 📝 In these many, many notebooks He’d compulsively write, Every thought, Everything to remember, To structure his speeding train of thoughts,
stalemate
I toss you away...you stick like cling wrap. We grapple, you win. Again. I build up my strength, Toss a bomb in your face...you bat it away like a gnat.
Heather HublerPublished 9 months ago in Poetshaiku september four
this morning quiet i'll enjoy it while i can it's my favorite time . . . [9/17/23] . . .
kory salajkaPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOnly Human.
In response to Poppy's super fun prompt Red. Like a hot stone of fury Stuck in the throat. Congealed phlegm
Oxygenated [Part 2]
Let me sink into still water, at last, moisture as the ocean’s fury pooling below my heart and around my feet.
Mackenzie DavisPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOctober
and October came with, a promise, of changing leaves, shorter days, magical displays; a promise, of harvesting the reap,
Moe RadosevichPublished 9 months ago in Poets