Filthy

A poem about fiction
In realms where ink bleeds truth untrue, We meet the fictions, born anew. With whispered words and painted guise, They weave a tapestry that lies.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
It Started
It started with a rose It ended within her petals There were only two of them protruding gently like lips ready to kiss me
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
The Fall
1 Tumultuously stroking your walls without a pause. Giving every stroke my all. Your heart was once cold, but I will slowly make it unthaw.
By K. Wisendanger 2 years ago in Poets
Office Sex
OFFICE ROMANCE: IMPORTANT THINGS TO NOTE...✍🏾 When we talk about romantic relationships in the workplace, we refer to such intimacy between coworkers of opposite sexes, involving a strong emotional attachment and/or love.
By Paulin Ekeh2 years ago in Poets
Escape
Here I am. At the bar, Consuming too much booze. Attempting to flee. I've got a lot going on. My life is a wreck.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Muses
muses are a decision for death A trap that envelops a creature more enormous than a bear Than a mountain being snapped in two by a soft, plaintive river
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Refucaries in the U.S. political motivation to interfere in the internal affairs of the Myanmar
Military Government denied racial extinction against the Rohingyan The Myanmar military government has denied racial extinction against the Luxia ethnic minorities in the country, and refuting the United States as "for political motivation" and "internal affairs that interfere with sovereignty countries."
By Tatiana Vanderheiden2 years ago in Poets
The End
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Moorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Male Gold Digger!
He will never bother to call you whenever he is okay. His love for you will be measured. By how deep his pockets are. Once he holds money in his hands,
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets