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Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
*My name never known *But my story is profound *I rise above hate... If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work. You can find more poems, stories, and articles by Steffany Pope on my Vocal profile. I complain, argue, provoke and create, just like everybody else. I also happen to say what most are thinking, but are hesitant on saying out loud... Check it out... ________________________________________________ In response to the very talented Judey Kalchik's #BookReviewHaiku Please take some time to visit her Haiku here. or
Steffany PopePublished 9 months ago in PoetsLOST WITHOUT YOU
My praise and words ring true. Would be lost without you By my side constantly. No animosity! 📱 Connection to people
Babs IversonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsStorybook
For the first time in my life, I want to live. Let me explain for those who can’t understand I’ve lived my whole life in my head
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fuck my body. fuck me and all of my twisted and tangled organs. fuck my refection and the skin i pinch between my fingers.
Noon
I used to live in daydreams of cotton candy swirls and Neverland stars, barely one foot in the here and now, The other steeped in moonless midnight galaxies. I was
Heather HublerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsHypnos
Bathing in the golden light of the hesperídes I await for Nyx to cast the dark. For in the dark, I dream and my dreams are a gateway to thee.
One is the loneliest number.
I sit in this drawer full of misfits, longing for my twin and the culprit do you know what it's like to feel so encumbered?
Lamar WigginsPublished 9 months ago in PoetsHoney🍯
The Sweetness of Nature🍯 The candy Of love...❤️ 🕊️The cutey of a Dove. The secret formulae to Tea ☕ Honey just tastes
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 9 months ago in PoetsStar Eyed Gaze
In the star eyed gaze, Love is not the massive bang It is the calm end. --- Thanks for reading :)
Ode to a Window
This poem is about my dining room window where I could see close to 2 blocks away up a hill and a corner where traffic and people could go 4 ways.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWilmington, NC
You feel the call coming for days, across the eastern seaboard. Pressure building to the South: texts with alarming frequency, fear
In Defiance of `Immortality`
TW: death, grief, loss of a pet "Do not stand at my grave and weep" - Well then, perhaps I shall simply sit with you a while, And I shall mourn, and write a little.
Stephanie WilsonPublished 9 months ago in Poets