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Justifying why.... Top Story - January 2024.
Another attempt at Birthing my Creations comes crashing Down. Eye to eye with Ego, For every Great conception He has
By Abby Kay Mendonca2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Worthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Word is Your Wand!
A poetic tribute to Florence Scovell Shinn Being that life is a game you want to win Creation is your power - strong is your bond
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
her last supper / my first bite. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
Actually, when I was born, my parents lived in a small house: cheap enough for the size and the way the cars drove by like stormchasers, but
By Dane BH2 years ago in Poets
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Art of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
By Lincoln VR2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Self-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Brain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The art of absolute surrender
The art of absolute surrender To be everything that we yearn for to come true, and to not be a failure, an agonized loser in the eyes of others. We toil in our everyday trials to achieve our dreams, to become the person of our dreams. Sometimes we doubt ourselves, are we worthy enough to be the best version of ourselves we envision ourselves to be? The journey of life can be behold in its uncertain waters, questioning the belief we have for ourselves.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Lost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets