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My unheard voice echoes from blank walls, now set free toward the empty horizon seen through the window each day, it's
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
Pay no attention to the dire warnings The system is not broken It is working perfectly To create exactly this life For all of the participants in it
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
We gathered in the paling field Spring maybe later A circle of gentle faces Friends and the eyes of friends peering my way
By Kevin Rolly4 months ago in Poets
____ ____ one ____ You whisked me away just as the bridge's precipice danced under my bare feet. // // I don't remember falling
By Corvus4 months ago in Poets
Behold! It is I! A fat woman! See all my rolls, My flabby arms, My overlapping belly. Yes, it's true: I'm the scourge of humanity.
By CT Idlehouse4 months ago in Poets
Penny's farm lost in a coin toss. And the unborn foal she got as a result was born a gangly red colt with three white legs and a star and strip on his face. They named him Secretariat.
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
where i come from, the heat sticks in the air like a bullet in a dead man's craw- . where I'm going, I spit the casings out in the fire I must build to be reborn.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
May calm greet your day. Armed with the cutest of smiles, softly venture forth! **************************** Here are a few other haiku' to celebrate the spirit of a great day πβ¨
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
A giant maple tree magnified morel zoomed out galaxy scheme I brushed my fingers against living bark to stand still as a deer
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
i think to the old world, poor and scorned they were right to leave β back then, of course to a faraway future that beckoned before
By Simone Rocca4 months ago in Poets
Image created by author. [Author's note: This poem is meant to be read as a shaped poem to resemble a tree with roots (see image above). Below is the poem without formatting.]
By Alison McBain4 months ago in Poets
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat4 months ago in Poets