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Cheers To New Beginnings
I'm not the same old me So let's see where things lead And cheers to new beginnings I’m not the same person when I first met you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
'Love in the Digital Age'
In a world of screens and clicks, Love has found a new place to exist. No longer confined to the physical realm, It now thrives in the digital realm.
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
'Love in the Stars'
In the vast expanse of the starry night, Love takes on many forms, shining bright. Each twinkling star, a unique display,
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
The Unspoken Words
Silent whispers in the air, A love that words cannot declare, It lingers in every breath I take, A flame that never seems to break.
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
dance. Content Warning.
he's been watching me and i know it but i've been a dancing fool to the music started feeling melodies in my head can't plan for this kind of perfect ending
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
THE CHOIR MASTER'S BURIAL
POETRY : THE CHOIR MASTER’S BURIAL He often would ask us that when he died After playing so many to their last rest
By oludotun oyedele2 years ago in Poets
The Student Sonnet. Top Story - March 2024.
Note: I have pretty much been dead on my feet this week with the midterm exams, weather weirdness in Canada, and the usual obsessions and concerns over money and future work (thank you, stress headache...stressache?). So, this may not be my best work, but I think it explains where my head is at and what I have had to deal with...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets