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The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Self-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
as if it's time i stop. Content Warning.
as you leave me now, he said, i don't know that i will make it out of this alive without you by my side. why can't you stay?
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
A MOTHER'S DAY POEM
You go beyond superheroes, mother Your strength is a wonder to all How you love and care is special For nine months you carried me in your womb
By Victoria 2 years ago in Poets
Brain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Empty Host
“Empty Host” Sitting in a ghost not much here It’s kind of like talking to a host Like speaking out from the heart
By Corey W Harland2 years ago in Poets
Dear Klaus
Dear Klaus “Horses are the opposite of humans. They are loyal, trustworthy, and loving. My father hunted me for a thousand years. The closest he could get to me was killing my favorite horse.”
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Sun's Big Kiss
The Sun's Big Kiss Little toes wiggle in the sand, Salty wind whispers, hand in hand. Seashells sing their ocean songs,
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Bridge
Rainbow Bridge Little raindrops, pitter-patter, Dancing down on rooftop chatter. Sun peeks through, a golden eye,
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
A universe
In the stillness of the night, The stars above shine bright. A universe so vast and wide, A journey for the mind to glide.
By Kylie 2 years ago in Poets
Grandma Violet
Grandma Violet, our faithful matriarch, like a lark, she sings, and brings, us joy! She is a ray of wisdom, for the Kingdom,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
January 7th: Celebrate Bobblehead Day
Way back in 1964, there was an invasion by the Brits! Well, at least four of them. These invaders had long hair and all the old timers were having a hard time with that. It was about the same time they were having a bad time with their own: American Elvis and his gyrating hips. Sorry, it would be long hair in and crewcuts out from now on. The Beatles would not be stopped!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets