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PoetSpeak
Published
Today 11:44am
Today 11:44am
This morning I signed onto starsrite.com before DUP ...
I wanted to see how it felt
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
#home
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
24 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Published
Today 1:43pm
Today 1:43pm
Nature Speaks Poesy
Nature Speaks Poetry
Flavoured with the softest zephyr, soaked into the finest dew,, served in flowered cup of the time,
spring comes to life again, waddling in the fields, dancing with growing greens bending its shoulder
to nod assent to every willing poet.....i come entranced to bow silently to this celestial eternity,
try to pour my heart, my feelings like a liquid love into honeyed words.
i am enchanted, ever again and more inebriated,,, the perfume souvenirs come alive,
with every daisy blooming; with every beak chirping, with...
Flavoured with the softest zephyr, soaked into the finest dew,, served in flowered cup of the time,
spring comes to life again, waddling in the fields, dancing with growing greens bending its shoulder
to nod assent to every willing poet.....i come entranced to bow silently to this celestial eternity,
try to pour my heart, my feelings like a liquid love into honeyed words.
i am enchanted, ever again and more inebriated,,, the perfume souvenirs come alive,
with every daisy blooming; with every beak chirping, with...
#admiration
#emotions
#happiness #motivational
#happiness #motivational
3 reads
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lepperochan
CraicDealer
CraicDealer
Published
4th Jul 2023 2:18am
4th Jul 2023 2:18am
Ed's bomb
I was warned beforehand
his hand had made something
with wires and batteries
it was on his table
could I go see
what I saw was a metaphor
with wires hanging out of it
though didn't want to doubt it
in front of him
his hand had made something
with wires and batteries
it was on his table
could I go see
what I saw was a metaphor
with wires hanging out of it
though didn't want to doubt it
in front of him
#NoPoo
744 reads
17 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Published
Yesterday 9:41pm
Yesterday 9:41pm
Univocalic (I): Gym Tricks
I spy its sign:
'MISSISSIPPI GYM. TRY GYM TRICKS!
Bring drink; bring gym kit'.
I think I'll visit it!
I spy kids sprinting, flipping, twisting!
In pink, girl child swings;
high flight; flippy twist; stick!
First trick: I climb.
I swing—
skin rips!
I try rings.
Cling, swing; fix limbs still.
Flip... SIT!
Sigh.
I'm trying!
This fit kid sprints;
sticks his skills;
shifts his limbs;
flick, twist.
I might try twisting.
I sprint. I twist my hips.
PING! In pit.
Sprint, twist, spring, twist! ...
'MISSISSIPPI GYM. TRY GYM TRICKS!
Bring drink; bring gym kit'.
I think I'll visit it!
I spy kids sprinting, flipping, twisting!
In pink, girl child swings;
high flight; flippy twist; stick!
First trick: I climb.
I swing—
skin rips!
I try rings.
Cling, swing; fix limbs still.
Flip... SIT!
Sigh.
I'm trying!
This fit kid sprints;
sticks his skills;
shifts his limbs;
flick, twist.
I might try twisting.
I sprint. I twist my hips.
PING! In pit.
Sprint, twist, spring, twist! ...
#LifeStruggles
#sports
22 reads
0 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Published
15th Mar 2025 8:02am
15th Mar 2025 8:02am
Waysiders
If you don't mind I'll stop here, you've still far to go.
Little more than something to destroy, for you to grow.
It won't matter, some here don't get peace.
Afforded painful memories of the gifts they must release.
It's where they stay, they're not here to belong.
Merely breaths exhaled singing someone elses song.
Not worth pity, they're here to leave behind.
You don't miss the shadows when the light you seek is shined.
Keep going, don't waste the love you've kept reserved.
Though I truly love you, yours in return is undeserved.
Little more than something to destroy, for you to grow.
It won't matter, some here don't get peace.
Afforded painful memories of the gifts they must release.
It's where they stay, they're not here to belong.
Merely breaths exhaled singing someone elses song.
Not worth pity, they're here to leave behind.
You don't miss the shadows when the light you seek is shined.
Keep going, don't waste the love you've kept reserved.
Though I truly love you, yours in return is undeserved.
#depression
#IMissYou
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
81 reads
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oskar
Published
Today 1:50pm
Today 1:50pm
glasses
glasses
On my desk, the driving glasses, a 15-year-old is in a right
mood for it has been a struggle
for the glasses to be
accepted again after I bought a new pair that cost me a fortune
The state of the art frame,
yet useless, but I will not buy new ones.
My old glasses
purchased in a small shop that had no pretensions of being unique as
master of Spectacles,
alas, you have to tell people you are wonderful and apex and that
cannot be surpassed or not, people avoid you and go for the
liers and cheats in suits.
I fell for...
On my desk, the driving glasses, a 15-year-old is in a right
mood for it has been a struggle
for the glasses to be
accepted again after I bought a new pair that cost me a fortune
The state of the art frame,
yet useless, but I will not buy new ones.
My old glasses
purchased in a small shop that had no pretensions of being unique as
master of Spectacles,
alas, you have to tell people you are wonderful and apex and that
cannot be surpassed or not, people avoid you and go for the
liers and cheats in suits.
I fell for...
#admiration
#courage
#hope
12 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Published
11th Apr 2025 7:17am
11th Apr 2025 7:17am
HER KNEES DRAPED OVER MY SHOULDERS
#erotic
149 reads
1 Comment
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
NaPoWriMo Collection: Flowers from Thoughts]
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before ...
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before ...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
236 reads
11 Comments
PAR
Published
Yesterday 11:53pm
Yesterday 11:53pm
Petals and Stars
Under the void stars crumble to dust,
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
#confessional
#meditation
#patience #silence
#patience #silence
23 reads
4 Comments
Intepta
Published
17th Dec 2024 10:06pm
17th Dec 2024 10:06pm
ohnmacht
barely conscious
but with what's still there
I am begging for more
but with what's still there
I am begging for more
#BDSM
#lust
401 reads
4 Comments
DaisyGrace
Published
Today 1:33pm
Today 1:33pm
In Praise of the Color Blue
or Just Before She Does the Hard Things
I press my sweaty palms against my thighs
and grab a fistful of my rustling skirt,
then scan the sky to find a patch of blue
to let that bit of calm adjust my mind.
Then bouncing eyes find bluejays at the feeder,
bright forget-me-nots, and a vintage Ford.
Unclench your jaw. Name two true things –
a human’s largest organ is its skin…
My heart? It slows from wild, erratic flight…
the average heart beats sixty times per minute.
I smile as steady current fills my lungs,
and drop...
I press my sweaty palms against my thighs
and grab a fistful of my rustling skirt,
then scan the sky to find a patch of blue
to let that bit of calm adjust my mind.
Then bouncing eyes find bluejays at the feeder,
bright forget-me-nots, and a vintage Ford.
Unclench your jaw. Name two true things –
a human’s largest organ is its skin…
My heart? It slows from wild, erratic flight…
the average heart beats sixty times per minute.
I smile as steady current fills my lungs,
and drop...
#anxiety
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AfterSexDilemma
Published
Today 3:07am
Today 3:07am
My Daughter
My daughter is playing a game,
That she's always wanted to play.
Is it wrong to give her what she wants?
If you're the IRS,
Or someone who collects debt,
All the people you protect,
Are the ones im butting heads with.
If you're using the courts,
As your last resort,
Then don't treat me like a sport,
And actually support.
If you have power,
Then protect me, not cower.
I am a noble breed,
But unleash me and I'll stampede.
That she's always wanted to play.
Is it wrong to give her what she wants?
If you're the IRS,
Or someone who collects debt,
All the people you protect,
Are the ones im butting heads with.
If you're using the courts,
As your last resort,
Then don't treat me like a sport,
And actually support.
If you have power,
Then protect me, not cower.
I am a noble breed,
But unleash me and I'll stampede.
#honesty
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