Poems About the Universe by New Members
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Poems about the universe by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
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5 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
46 reads
5 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
46 reads
5 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
46 reads
5 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
46 reads
5 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
94 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
94 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
94 reads
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