I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry21 days ago in Poets
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
Hope Where Bombs Fall, Poppy of Memories The sky once burned with falling fire, Steel rain carved the trembling ground, Walls collapsed into hollow dust,
By George’s Girl 2026 22 days ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.22 days ago in Poets
My dear Claudia skipped Paddy’s night. Still I danced in shamrock-lit light. I sipped Irish mules, took pics laughing like fools,
By Tina D. Lopez22 days ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetry22 days ago in Poets
Come, sit with me awhile. Tell me who you are. Tell me what broke you open and what grew there afterward. ✨ I have time.
By Tim Carmichael22 days ago in Poets
Temporarily Love, On Hold I placed us gently on a silent shelf, not broken, no, just paused mid breath, like something sacred, waiting in the dark,
My boy We’ve grown old together You more than I You are a gift Powder nose Tired friend Your paws slip Your eyes are clouds
By Brier23 days ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
By George’s Girl 2026 23 days ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.23 days ago in Poets
