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Whispers Beneath the Moon
Beneath the solitary moon's gentle glow, I wander through the hush of night's embrace. With stars that twinkle in the distant show,
By NiGhtBlADe2 years ago in Poets
Found!
Note: As I mentioned before, I have been looking for a new place. With less than a month to go, I found it! And now, the heavy cost of moving, adjusting, and not missing my old place. But I always felt that it was time to move on...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Dusk
Based on Randy Baker's Prompted #5 Challenge (my second entry): Where is my mind? Quietly, I consider the Pixies lyric (yesterday,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Therapeutic. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
“As I said, it has been a long time since I’ve talked about these things…” (Need spinach, eggs, rice, pasta; maybe get some of those garlic Buffalo wings)
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
“Echoes in the Dark: The Nightmare That Revealed a Secret Strength”. AI-Generated.
“Echoes in the Dark: The Nightmare That Revealed a Secret Strength” Every night, Anna was drawn into a familiar nightmare. In the dream, she stood before a dark forest, with pale moonlight flickering through the dense canopy. The wind howled, carrying whispers of lost souls. Despite her fear, her feet moved forward, pulled by an invisible force into the depths of the forest.
By automaticmaster2 years ago in Poets
Lego
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The ego, out of control. Content Warning.
One tiny mosquito, Could keep me in the bed, One tiny insect, Could keep me in the bed, It made me destitute, It oppressed me,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Breasts like cherries
Is it my fault that my eyes are wide like berries? Is it my fault that i dance like I´m the only woman left? Is it my fault that my breasts are like cherries?
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Death and I had a rendezvous. . Content Warning.
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Bridge
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
enable. Content Warning.
drag me along reach into my throat plunging poison reap my deeds and watch them boil eat myself alive just trying to get rid of it
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Red
Red is Red Green is Red for me I see colors I am color blind I know Red I know what I was told is Red I know I like Red I know I like Green what you call Red Green is Not Red If Green is Red, or Red looks Green, I like Red Colors matter Colors aren't everything Colors make something Colors are deceptive, more shades Colors paint a picture Colors distract I can see colors, they make me feel I can see, I have other senses I know colors You don't know colors like me Colors are what we see Colors can't be seen Colors were named Colors are a name Love is Blind Love will make you see in deeper colors
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets