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Dreaming of Love
I thought about you last night... When I opened my eyes you weren't anywhere in sight... I sit on the stone Bricks near the River,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about 12 hours ago in PoetsThe Caretaker of Cavendish Manor
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. She had the same brown hair, same blackheads, same tired eyes looking back at me, but somehow I knew she was a fake. It was in the expression on her face, as if she was keeping a secret. I scoffed at her, spraying the antique mirror with some cleaning solution and wiping it with a cloth. The rest of the parlor’s furnishings were shrouded in dust covers. I thought it best to keep them covered and only use what was necessary.
Leslie WritesPublished about 15 hours ago in Horror
Cheeky
Boy, I see your love for me grow; I have somewhere for it to go Watch in the mirror, and get in my rear The ring ‘round my rosy you’ll know
It May Sound Ludicrous
I once befriended a couple, who had the same aunt and uncle. They weren't bro and sister, but Missus and Mister. Now figure it out if you're able.
Cathy holmesPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Anxious Writer’s Letter
The pressure to create is staggering. The clock is tickin’ and the audience is waiting. The lights are burning too hot, the pen is giving dirty looks, the empty page is a mockery.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished a day ago in Confessions
Cooking Is A Scam
Cora has a recipe book She used it all the time to cook She cooks for hours Her husband devours And swiftly turns it into poop ~~~~~
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Mirror of A Murdered Soul
***Author's Warning*** This warning is for all readers but especially any of my friends and family who just like to read whatever I write. Love ya!
Donna ReneePublished 5 days ago in Horror
Fish
It wasn't the fins that frightened her so. Not the gaping gills, or the slimy skin, or the way the scales were lined like rows of teeth...like pretty little pearls that could bite. Not even the smell, pungent as the stench of her childhood home.
Em StarrrrrPublished 6 days ago in Fiction
Happy Saint Gertrude’s Day
Nivelles hails a Saint adopted Feast Day with Patrick is co-opted No banished snakes or green beer Feline lovers would cheer
Dana StewartPublished 3 days ago in Poets
Failure
"If he made me in his image he's a failure too" Laura Marling, Failure, Alas I cannot swim I have been thinking a lot lately about how I am objectively a failure. Now, hear me out, before you try to pump me up I'll give you a good argument why it's true and also a pretty decent argument to why it's okay.
River JoyPublished 7 days ago in Motivation
Saint Patrick's Blind Date
This is for the latest Vocal challenge that you can read about below. The limerick only clocks in at thirty words, but I hope it brings a smile to your face. I can't change the font or size in the Vocal editor so took a screenshot of my limerick as well
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 days ago in PoetsRumpeledforeskin
Ever since I was a young lad, my only goal in life was to be a member of The Elementals. Instead, I ended up more of a stage prop for a garage band. I have the antics of St. Patrick’s Day to blame. Or perchance it is the ancient curse passed down from my arrogant ancestor Rumpelstiltskin.
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished 3 days ago in FictionPaddy's Morning After
Young Paddy was found all bent over, With his face as green as the clover. It wasn't fer fun And he weren't havin' none.
Dana CrandellPublished 5 days ago in PoetsFirst Place in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
Precious Moment
The golden dewdrop mirrors sunlight. Soon to be evaporated.
PK ColleranPublished about a month ago in PoetsSecond Place in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
Talking in the park
Here you are, my friend Take a seat upon this bench Tell me how it ends.
Luke FosterPublished about a month ago in Poets
Time Capsule Haiku Challenge Winners
We've been asking ourselves lately why we keep doing these haiku Challenges because, frankly, they are very difficult to judge!
Vocal Curation TeamPublished 4 days ago in Resources
Momma
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own,” I whispered to Edward later that dusky early midnight hour. The mirror always felt like a tool that could help me. It could show me what I wanted. I could be the man I needed to be. That I was meant to be.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 5 days ago in Fiction
UFOs and OCR: How can AI refine and digest vintage content?
How can ChatGPT clean up and riff off of a PDF with Optical Character Recognition (OCR)? OCR makes textual content within scans of archival documents accessible, but with the discoloration and complicated fonts often found with these materials OCR is not always accurate. How can ChatGPT streamline the process of accesing retro articles?
Anything New in Here?
Can somebody please explain Why when we see what the fridge contains We close it and sigh Wait a minute or five Then open it up again?
Loryne AndaweyPublished 7 days ago in Poets
The Lost Fawn
The little, lost fawn opened her eyes and took in the sight of the tall, long grass. As it swayed in the African breeze, the last rays of the sunset beamed across the savannah and wrapped the small of her back in a warm, motherly hug.
