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thank you, the regret is all mine
the path fueled by desire forged by deceit overwrought by obligation acquired by a diamond that secured a promise
By Greer Monroe23 minutes ago in Poets
ouroboros, for lunch of course. Content Warning.
imagine feeling everything pangs of infinite gnostic hunger before, after, during learning and knowing em0ti0ns at a b0iling p0int
By ⸘jason alan‽42 minutes ago in Poets
Words
I try to choose my words carefully because I want you to understand me to know exactly what I mean. Yet so often you react
By Tina D. Lopezabout an hour ago in Poets
I Thought I Was Just Tired
I was forty-four years old and I thought I was just tired. I was in heart failure. They opened my chest. Triple bypass.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texasabout an hour ago in Poets
The Pink Thong
They went to Target for his pants. A trip to the store that people do every day. Passing a mannequin, she caught his subtle eyebrow lift at the pink thong.
By Shannon Lemireabout an hour ago in Poets
Please Stop The War.
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
A wave of sadness into a storm of chaos….
A wave that comes and goes as it pleases would usually be welcomed with open arms. Like ones on a beach, or a wave of success.
By Ollie J Artsabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Wordless Prayer
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadiraabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Self Love
If I fully trusted myself, I would be able to catch myself after every fall. Falling stars can’t heal the scars we wear. Finding strength in the cracks of my broken heart. Trying to find a new start from thedreams that fell apart. Through the storm, I will try to keep my mind at ease.
By Tracie Sperlingabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
Strings Upon The Mind
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
Chrysalis
My words hang, pendants under this poem, attached by a slender thread, in their chrysalis container. * They begin this life barely a caterpillar
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 3 hours ago in Poets