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Big Six
Big Six… Every place, you are missing, In the womb of end. ***** Porcelain dolls stare into the Unreachable glass blue infinity….
RL StevensonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsCOMPULSIVE LIARS
Be aware compulsive liars Spreading words like handing fliers Acting victims when they’re not Lying like they think they hot
Haychie_ArtistPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBloom As You Will
Everyone has the right to bloom like the rest, It isn't like a mental game made to be a test. We all have things that we love and make us who we are,
Toby HewardPublished 2 months ago in PoetsA Day to Rifle Through My Memories
My mind wanders to those days long in the past, Days when I’d wake up and my first thought was of you, I treasure those memories and they get me through some tough times,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBroken Reality
Seeking clarity outside reality Lurking in the silence of neutrality Questions peeking in subconscious thought Blocking outer world views taught
Emmie FalboPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Athena Glaukopis
Harken to my entreaty, goddess fair Deathless, wise, all-conquering Athena Life without your blessing, I cannot bear
D. J. ReddallPublished 2 months ago in Poets Ask a Lot
I know what it is to run and not grow weary, to walk and not grow faint. It’s to be underwater, and to still have the ability to breathe. It’s when your body is screaming release, but your heart is steady as ever. Its when instead of surfacing for the comfort of air, you push harder into the depths. When you search for those who know not what it is to breathe in the deep. It’s the moment you find them and give them every bit of air you have because you know the moment you hope once more yours will be refilled. And they don’t know how to do that. But you do, so you keep hoping, you keep breathing, and you keep holding on to their existence. It’s when your muscles are fatigued from the exertion and you can’t swim any longer. It’s when the pressure of being under for so long attempts to collapse your lungs. It’s when you’re tempted to stop breathing not because you can’t anymore, but because you’ve forgotten which way is up and which way is down, and you’re scared you’ll never be able to find the surface again. It’s the split second decision you make when you’re caught between light and dark. It’s the moment you’re about to give in to the darkness and look up one last time and realize, you’re moving. You rack your brains and think how? How is this possible when my body can move itself no longer? It’s that breathtaking, beautiful, brilliant moment that you realize your hope, the reason for the air in your lungs, is floating you upwards. It’s fighting for you, and bringing you closer and closer to the sky. It’s in that split second that your strength is renewed once more, and you begin to soar on the wings of eagles.
Alexis BrePublished 2 months ago in PoetsValentine for a lifetime
Abducting my heart with a smile Being in love is a sin Causing me to think Denying myself a stir Elegant you called me
Esther EhisPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFifth Dimension
Daydream into your inner imagination Your world is your realm Guided forward by peace Safe within your sleep Your heart is set free
Emmie FalboPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMiss you, Love
You were the one that understood me completely. I often wonder what my like would be if you were still here to give me your guidance.
Kia T Cooper-ErbstPublished 2 months ago in PoetsUnraveling Love
Who am I to learn the language of others, only to use it to foment the seeds of hatred in another? I learn the language of others so that I may speak the words of Love in their ear, and sleep comfortably knowing that they are not only heard, but understood.
Aaron RichmondPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMelting Away
May I write you a picture, Heavy snow, overnight, kids all full, of delight, school is called, and the snow is calling,
Moe RadosevichPublished 2 months ago in Poets