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1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry4 months ago in Poets
Passion warms my heart. I live for the art of life, the beauty of breath.
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)4 months ago in Poets
Today`s the 17th of December, 14 days till the year of 2026. Everybody felt something different and everything felt different in it`s own way .....
By Sheoli Rodrigo4 months ago in Poets
i wish you'd use me as a match, strike me against all the rough surfaces, sandpaper, the sidewalk, your own edges. you used to call me blaze,
By Daniel K4 months ago in Poets
For a moment I thought I saw myself In her dark glance, I saw myself— But it was words alone that fell. I thought I could hear me cry
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Poets
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By V4 months ago in Poets
I left my sadness behind in the city when you reached out to me, offering a helping hand - so different from everyone else
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
My unheard voice echoes from blank walls, now set free toward the empty horizon seen through the window each day, it's
Where I come from, the air is heavy. Not just with heat, but with things unsaid. Every breath feels like it carries old stories I never chose.
By Salman Writes4 months ago in Poets
our love was a sapling, thin-stemmed, fragile, poised in quiet confidence. it was indescribable, the bliss i felt, growing in your taciturn nature.
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
