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Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
The phone rang only once. Not the desperate kind. Not the long, pleading vibration that fills a room with panic. Just once. Clean. Precise.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Poets
He loved me like a heresy, quiet at first, then all-consuming. Said I was different— which is how men begin when they mean dangerous.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
Walk through the world with a history bone, Carried from lands once taken and thrown. Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,
By V4 months ago in Poets
"Don't touch the glass! Hot!" Grandma tells my frozen hands Too late, fingers burnt.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Poets
The urge to die hits me first thing stronger than anything. It circles in my head then pierces me - a sharp spike.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
One sip of red wine The taste of Napa Valley Melting my snow storm
By Levi Dickson4 months ago in Poets
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel K4 months ago in Poets
