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By Gabriel Shames2 minutes ago in Poets
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
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 2 hours ago in Poets
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadiraabout 3 hours ago in Poets
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
Occasionally, a leaf at the rim - almond-shaped, thin, white, soft with a tip. The wind blows and chuckles. The water is here to see it.
By Manuel C.about 4 hours ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetryabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Say what you mean Mean what you say. Oh, how fond you are of beating around the bush - of treading warily. How weary that has become.
By Julie Lacksonenabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By Georgeβs Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
β¨ Is it possible to find peace in this chaotic world? I think so. In a time when good is bad and bad is good, when people are defined by labels that are constantly evolving to keep up
By Colleen Waltersabout 10 hours ago in Poets
You were burnt out before it even started Nerves Stress Anticipation Overthinking All ate away at your energy Mentally you were done before the war even started
By L.I.Eabout 11 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 12 hours ago in Poets
