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What is the Color Red?
What is the color red? It’s in her cheeks when she smiles at you, and what she’s wearing on her lips when you take her out.
Leigha JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo the Younger Self
To the younger self, You're empty, confused, lost and scared. But the world is yours for the taking. For behind emptiness is wisdom, beneath confusion is clarity, within lost space is room to improve and surrounding fear is hope.
Georgine BurnettPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Good Witch
In an instant I knew where I was! The heat, the screams, oh damned be all. They sent me to the wrong place. I'm the good witch and was supposed to stay in purgatory to aid in the transition of the other fairies and witch goddess's to move freely threw this life to the next. Oh damned be,surely not me, the one who strived to do all things right! Now look at me all hot and sweaty, but with ease did I go and always to know thine enemy when a witch ye are!
thomas coriellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAdvice
Do this, do that, Say it out loud. Sit up, sit straight, Act a little proud. You need to go, They never stay. Karma's a bitch,
Kathryn WardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCover Me in Black
Do you ever fear what could have happened if? Or do you ever think about things you did? Have you ever wondered how someone you once knew is now?
Georgine BurnettPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHide and Seek
Your voice wraps around me like a homemade quilt. The jokes we make and the breathes that together we take are part of the house we built.
Piper ElaraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsQuoth the Raven
RAVEN IN A DARK STORM SHADOW OF THE NIGHT RAVEN PERFORM THE SACRIFICIAL RITE RAVEN IN A BLACK FORM WINGS FULL OF FLIGHT
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken
Broke...The type of broke that can't be fixed by Cast...Cast in Class and asking...basking in the thought that "the first is last"...bursting past and crash through glass...curtains cast on the thought that we all sprout from worthless past...worthless ash, from cigarettes and blunts...streets paved with broken glass...but ain't no yellow brick roads in "the hood," sidewalks consist of broken slabs...broken paths but, somehow the dreams awoken fast...we can only hope to see our dreams come true before our tokens cashed...but more often than not, our tokens cast...to the side and we're left to decided whether to continue to hope...or crash...in Americas Favelas where little children choke and gasp...to survive to Jr. High Jr's high and he hopes to pass..."do you need help?" The one question he hopes they ask...but they don't...now he's off to selling joints and bags, to buy some new shoes cause all they do is point and laugh...they say "you point one finger you got at least three pointing back...he bought a Strap...now they the ones he's pointing at...but it ain't no pointing back..."hands up don't shoot" they know it ain't no point in that...but they tried it anyway, till he points the joint and blast...tragic story, but it's the story of a good kid gone bad...
Talib WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in Poets