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Potato Sticks
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
Joe PattersonPublished 29 days ago in PoetsUser Feedback
Where is it written That we must be grateful for What we must accept?
D. J. ReddallPublished about a month ago in PoetsSweet misery
My soul wretches with the very thought of you hating me If you believe you are better without me, Righteous or pious Selfish, angry
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a month ago in PoetsUntitled Musings on Grief - part 1
I can feel the glistening tear clinging to the corner of my eye. A surprise as I try to hold it back while sitting at my desk. I continue to comprise
Kim LoostromPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTea, is it?
Does a drink count as a snack? Yes it does, can't take it back. Here it is, one lump or two? A delicious red-brown builders brew
L.C. SchäferPublished about a month ago in PoetsHollow Haven
echoes of loss carry on the wind quaking churning seas of pain is breaking the ties that bind, unwind unraveled by a decaying string
Mushroom Mami
I am a mushroom mami I bloom in dark and damp places. Places that most of us avoid. I thrive where things decay Mouring losses where hope once laid
Ashley AntunesPublished about a month ago in PoetsSugar, Spice & All Things Nice
I can see her so clearly in my memory- My beautiful mama beaming back at me. Standing there at the kitchen stove, I can still smell the cinnamon,
The Strong Scapegoat
This is, unfortunately, a too-familiar scenario. We are often convenient scapegoats for others who are on the receiving end of questions or blame.
Michelle LiewPublished 30 days ago in PoetsUnexpected
in the early spring flowers on the dew in the grass we laid snuggled for hours watching the clouds as they passed making shapes out of nothing
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a month ago in PoetsSnapping Beans
I mostly pretend to like the chore at hand, But I can't pretend that the juices aren't irritating the hangnail on my thumb.
Ashley LimaPublished about a month ago in PoetsA Call to Witness
What if I told you- you are the witness to my life. . Would I be speaking selfishly? . Bringing to life, Humanities resolution
Rachael MacDonaldPublished about a month ago in Poets