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Peacock Haiku V
For some reason the Peacock is a Symbol of Xrist. You ask me why? Campaign for the Reality of Birds. Take to your plumes for our feathered friends and fiends alike, fit for the most lofty skies as well as the hottest of ovens.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Tribute to my treasure
To you, the earth beneath my stride, Supporting every step with pride. Through every storm and sunny gleam, Our bond is seen, a recognized team.
By MB3 years ago in Poets
Journey of Love, Trials of Faith: Finding Allah in My Heart
On the first day of university, fate intervened when our paths crossed. There was an instant attraction between us, and a simple voting process resulted in her becoming the General Representative of our class. As we connected through the class WhatsApp group, our conversations flourished, and we developed a strong bond of friendship. However, there were two other individuals involved: the Class Representative (CR) and my first friend at university. I witnessed the CR's attempts to win her over, and the subsequent teasing incidents that followed, before they were revealed to others. Eventually, due to his behavior, the CR was removed from his position. Despite this, my friend still harbored lingering feelings, causing a brief strain in our relationship. Nevertheless, we managed to overcome this obstacle and grew even closer over time.
By Jeela Bhai3 years ago in Poets
A Thousand Lives
I’ve lived a thousand lives Many truths But just one lie The lie of your love And kindness Thank you Thank you Thank you again
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
A Home For One Alone
I wander along these streets alone, Looking for something to lift my tone. All around me food beckons to me, The hard thing is; where can it be?
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets
"The Enchanted Study Circle"
In a world of pages, where words come alive, A study group ventured, eager to thrive. Their minds aflutter with tales yet untold,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Heart of Black
The raven with his heart of black Vying to steal a tasty snack. He arched above in tandem flight Looking to land, left or right.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
"Floss and Folly: A Hilarious Dental Adventure!"
In a land of molars and teeth so bright, There lived a soul with an awful fright. A fearful tale I shall now reveal, Of one who dreaded the dentist's ordeal.
By The PenPal3 years ago in Poets
Lost in the Lure: Unveiling the Creative Symphony of Distraction. Content Warning.
Delicate whispers in the wind, calling me astray, Irresistible temptations, enticing me to stray, Seductively they beckon, leading me astray,
By Samuel Korede3 years ago in Poets
Grandma Got Walloped By A Walker
Grandma Got Walloped by a Walker Grandma got walloped by a walker Fighting with her sister Tuesday eve You can say there wasn’t any fist-cuffs
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
The Whispers of Eternity
Chapter 1: The Antique Shop In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between towering skyscrapers and modern storefronts, stood a small, unassuming antique shop. Its worn sign bore the name "Whispering Wonders," hinting at the mysteries concealed within its walls. Among the eclectic collection of artifacts and curiosities, there resided a particular item that held a captivating allure—a weathered, leather-bound book called "The Whispers of Eternity."
By Syed Faizan Mujtaba 3 years ago in Poets
Female Heist
”I want to make the money mine,” I thought. Susan came dressed in an apron still, then revealing a concealed rifle under it as the garage door closed behind her. “Like what I got?” She asked with a squeal. She called her friend Charlie and he came running with some guns, bullets, and a heist van. Becky worked as a bank teller also and had access to the bank. Meanwhile, my background in architecture helped me design a nice blueprint for how we were going to scale the building and break in. We all agreed when, but then Susan said “Can we not do Tuesday? My little Tommy has his baseball game then.” I sighed “Fine, let’s not do Tuesday,” amid some long sighs from the crew. We put on our ski masks and broke in one day, guns ablazing.
By Rana3 years ago in Poets