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Fungi
My biology professor asked us to identify where mold grows. I thought about the mold creeping up the sides of the toilet bowl where tonight I lower my head in a quest for catharsis,
She Held Herself
As if she'd known A father's love Hewn from maple felled From boughs scraped high Once against the moon Whittled by His hilt-held knife
Morgana MillerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsStarlight Dance
We've been there, in the velvet where the other planets lay peacefully nestled in permanent storms, encircled in forever crowns.
Bugsy WattsPublished 9 months ago in Poetsare you looking at my...
~ ah you naughty one staring at my rack, caught ya in the act. my ribs! ~ Just a little sexy/silly one. But it backfired and now I'm hangry...hahaha!
Heather HublerPublished 9 months ago in Poetsall seeing
someone tell the sun to shine in my eyes. i'm tired of catching glimpses in the mirror, in a black screen, in a tinted window.
Alivia VarvelPublished 9 months ago in PoetsIn The Quiet Corners Of My Mind
In the quiet corners of my mind, Where memories and thoughts of you reside, There's a conversation that plays out in whispers,
A Life in 25 Lines
Hello, world. I'm learning you exist, learning I exist, and I am happy, but you keep changing. I'm not sure I can keep up.
Kay HusnickPublished 9 months ago in PoetsYou Terrify Me
You terrify me Because from the moment we met I knew We had met before In a waking dream A dream I sought to ignore Something long ago
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsUse Your Words
Use your words Fill the page Open your heart Make it count Use your voice Don't hold back Speak with courage Fight that doubt
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsIn This Skin
Cloying darkness envelopes me My eyes see naught but the bleak So warm and dark, yet binding At home within this skin
When I Pretend
We went through August Not a drop of sun fell before us Don't ignore the signs I know you'll get out of bed for the sunshine
Frankie MartinelliPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAs the Sun Sets
Drown out this world for me, my love, until my ears are filled with nothing but splendor. Poets of yore have asked that our path be made as pleasant as a garden,
S. C. AlmanzarPublished 9 months ago in Poets