Crisp dormant trifle,
of Celeste, Cyan, Azure,
Seeped her eyes with hope.
New York City
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From shadowed womb, brought forth on summers day. A child of summer, held in warm embrace. Her nativity bathed in sunlit ray.
By Miss C5 years ago in Poets
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain7 days ago in Poets
Verse] What am I to do with these wings on my arms White with gold tips they sound no alarms I fold them behind me as I soar through the sky
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior2 days ago in Poets
Last year (2025), I challenged myself to write at least one story for each of the 48 Vocal communities. I have achieved that goal, but a lot of new community stories were cramped into the last two weeks of the year.
By Lana V Lynxabout 12 hours ago in Writers
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