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Sacred
I commune with it speaking ecstatically in rays of brass de-forming the shapes given-- the altitude we reached the thinning and choking, we
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P a day ago in Poets
How Can I Protect You?
I always try to be there for friends and will offer advice or a shoulder to lean on. People almost always keep things to themselves but it is better to at least talk to someone to deal with what the issues are.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Poets
A normal day
It is so funny, I'm such a dummy, Yet, most of the time, I find a good rhyme. I wake with inspiration, I wake with motivation, I wake up with ideas, And without too many tries.
By Daria Alexandra Enachea day ago in Poets
She Waited in Silence. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sometimes love is not about being together, but about silently holding on. The rain had started again, soft at first, like a timid whisper, then heavier, like the world itself was trying to wash away its own sorrows. She sat by the old, chipped window, watching droplets race down the glass as if they were little messengers of her own restless heart. Each drop mirrored the quiet yearning that had taken residence inside her—an ache that had grown over years, invisible to the world, but deafening to her soul.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Poets
Musings of April
Musings of April A confusing memory Us, taping a fish Notes: It is customary in Italy (and apparently France too) for children to tape the drawing of a fish to the back of an unknowing victim as a prank for April Fool's, which we call "pesce d'aprile" (literally: April's fish).
By Sasha Desideria day ago in Poets
The Letter That Never Reached. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The rain had a strange way of making memories louder. Arman sat by the window, watching droplets race down the glass like they were trying to escape something—just like he once had. The old wooden desk in front of him creaked under the weight of years, and in its drawer lay something he hadn’t touched in over a decade.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Poets
Crowded Room
A thousand voices ramble Forming unintelligible noises and sounds Rising and falling, in perplexing patterns Causing confusion to my ears
By Edward Vala day ago in Poets
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inside my fridge now ice cold beer, very hot sauce luxury of choice
By Brena day ago in Poets
Never Going Back
I can’t name the day it left— that feeling of everything being in place, of answers sitting neatly in other people’s mouths,
By shallon gregerson2 days ago in Poets
Oh KARMA!
Oh KARMA! She has one task What you put out, you’ll always get back. It’s the universes way- Be careful what you say There is always a price to pay
By shallon gregerson2 days ago in Poets
The Orchard of the Heart
No matter what state you are in, you must understand that the goal of life is health and happiness. Say goodbye to unhappy people and things. When you feel happy, buy yourself flowers; when life is a little bitter, eat some candy; when you are lonely, look up at the stars and talk to them. Be brave—in the end, we will all be happy.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 days ago in Poets
Budding Artists haiku
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By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets