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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:15am
Today 00:15am
they eventually made up
haven’t seen you in ages
you look emaciated
you look plump
you can’t call me plump!
you called me skinny
I didn’t call you skinny!
I thought you did, sorry
that’s alright, silly ..
you look emaciated
you look plump
you can’t call me plump!
you called me skinny
I didn’t call you skinny!
I thought you did, sorry
that’s alright, silly ..
#dialogue
28 reads
1 Comment
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:39pm
Yesterday 11:39pm
The Rainforests Tapestry
Birds chirping a sing along song
Croaking frogs and cicadas join in strong
With their orchestra of buzz and hum
The eerie howl of the howler monkeys drum
The rhythmic rustle of the breeze and leaves
Echoing the chorus of foliage and trees
The deep thunderous rumble of cascading falls
An organ hissing with mist in natures halls
Raindrops splatter under the vibrant canopy
A marimbas pitter patter, the rainforests tapestry
Croaking frogs and cicadas join in strong
With their orchestra of buzz and hum
The eerie howl of the howler monkeys drum
The rhythmic rustle of the breeze and leaves
Echoing the chorus of foliage and trees
The deep thunderous rumble of cascading falls
An organ hissing with mist in natures halls
Raindrops splatter under the vibrant canopy
A marimbas pitter patter, the rainforests tapestry
#admiration
#hope
#inspirational #love
#inspirational #love
20 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:39pm
Yesterday 11:39pm
it all ends up in smoke
maybe I should
write something a little lighter
in one hand
a cigarette in the other
write something a little lighter
in one hand
a cigarette in the other
#dragons
23 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:51pm
Yesterday 9:51pm
Ring of life & death
He's showed his kid numerous times a video of him and the kid's mother fucking on the night the kid was conceived
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
#birth
#children
#father
#memories
#sex
34 reads
3 Comments
COOPCAT
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:33pm
Yesterday 12:33pm
WINTERS TEETH
Winter's teeth.
The wind is a harp
Of resin and timber.
I watch from the shore
Listening to your absence,
Soundless.
The wind is a harp
Of resin and timber.
I watch from the shore
Listening to your absence,
Soundless.
#loneliness
29 reads
1 Comment
NoQuarter
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:23am
Yesterday 8:23am
Same Poison Different Day
if we both know the definition of insanity
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
#LifeStruggles
37 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:51am
Yesterday 2:51am
Silence and Storm
Hear me not, yet feel my breath,
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
#mythology
33 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:47am
Yesterday 00:47am
I’m cold
in a dressing gown over my clothes most
of the time in the house during winter
saves putting on the heating of course we
have the occasional visitor but
darling I don’t care what they’re thinking
of the time in the house during winter
saves putting on the heating of course we
have the occasional visitor but
darling I don’t care what they’re thinking
#winter
40 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:48pm
8th Feb 2025 11:48pm
a fear of falling, I think
the steps outside
the pub door that lead down to the street
are bloody steep
so before I slip
away with you landlord!
fetch me
a whisky (since I’m none too frisky)
I need another drink
the pub door that lead down to the street
are bloody steep
so before I slip
away with you landlord!
fetch me
a whisky (since I’m none too frisky)
I need another drink
#weakness
44 reads
1 Comment
COOPCAT
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 5:17pm
8th Feb 2025 5:17pm
SHADOWS OF THE RAIN
I SLIPPED INTO THE DARKNESS
THERE WERE NO VOICES THERE
BEFORE MY EYES WERE PLUCKED
I SAW YOU WERE NOT THERE
ONLY THE SHADOWS OF THE RAIN
ONLY THE SHADOWS OF MY PAIN
I, WHO KNEW THE MYSTERIES OF FLESH
SPLIT APART WITH FEAR
YOU, WHO IS MY LOVE
DID NOT CALL ME NEAR
TO LISTEN TO THE OCEAN ON YOUR SHORE
TO WEAR YOUR SKIN AGAIN ONCE MORE
THERE WERE NO VOICES THERE
BEFORE MY EYES WERE PLUCKED
I SAW YOU WERE NOT THERE
ONLY THE SHADOWS OF THE RAIN
ONLY THE SHADOWS OF MY PAIN
I, WHO KNEW THE MYSTERIES OF FLESH
SPLIT APART WITH FEAR
YOU, WHO IS MY LOVE
DID NOT CALL ME NEAR
TO LISTEN TO THE OCEAN ON YOUR SHORE
TO WEAR YOUR SKIN AGAIN ONCE MORE
#sadness
31 reads
2 Comments
COOPCAT
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:32pm
8th Feb 2025 3:32pm
THE SHORELINE
The big log trucks used to load here
Right outside my door
I can still hear the noontime whistle
Kids don’t get wind of that anymore
Down along the shoreline
Where the tugboats used to haul
The silence is almost deafening
The only sound remaining
Is the lonesome seagull call
Right outside my door
I can still hear the noontime whistle
Kids don’t get wind of that anymore
Down along the shoreline
Where the tugboats used to haul
The silence is almost deafening
The only sound remaining
Is the lonesome seagull call
#river
37 reads
4 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:26pm
8th Feb 2025 3:26pm
a poets dilemma
..what do you do
when all the
sunsets die
when all the
sunsets die
#heartbroken
65 reads
15 Comments
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