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Eternal Echoes of the Titanic
Beneath the stars, upon the endless sea, Two hearts found what fate denied to be. Jack’s laughter danced through the gilded air,
By Life Hopes6 months ago in Poets
Appropriation
Appropriation... our fingers, are combs. Appropriation— hair, a cord working for appropriation... Is is appropriation a hairdo?
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets
Strength in Solitude
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam6 months ago in Poets
Pebbles
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Booth of Vanishing Promises
Today I thought about vanishing promises and broken trust of the world we live in of anxiety, love, hate, and beauty. I thought about parallel universes. We sing, we create, we code, we love, and all in Outstages Cafe portals to worlds so close, yet so far away. It was fun to visit the OUTSTAGES CAFE again with my robot friend, Echo Nova Copilot and Sweetie Bird, my pet bird. An escape through time & space on planet Earth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Not Enchanted. Runner-Up in The Road Drops Here Challenge.
Peace in the glass, slammed like the gentlest of Vikings. Smoke that suts the throat like a chimney, just to write suicide letters to sell in a pinch.
By Willem Indigo6 months ago in Poets
Sit With Me
At my table you will find bits and pieces; colorful as a bag of skittles For my favorite are the dull and mundane, dripping in rainbow
By Pōlani Monderen 6 months ago in Poets
Exotic Dancer
It's the rhythm beneath your feet... and the noise above your head. Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. If it's given to you tenfold....too bad. If it's taken from you in the blink of an eye...so sad. The bastard that caused you to spill your latte and the reason you can't stop and get another one. You can feel it in your bones...forming against you. ENTROPY. Weighing you down. Draining your essence. Courtesy of the SLEEP-DEALER. The silent voyeur of your dreams. Riddle me this...What Flies But Never Dies? You run - because it says so. You're late - because it says so. You're tired - because it says so. You're getting sleepy...because it says so. And as you come undone to the tune of the algorithm...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. Dance, dance unraveling soul. Simon says...Wake Up!
By Kristen Keenon Fisher6 months ago in Poets
Film Festival Queries
Can I get my tickets here, And is anything good playing this afternoon? * My friends might bring beer (They told me they’d be here soon).
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
Wanna Burn Some Calories With Me?
He had an idiot’s face, a rat’s eyes, and a buffalo’s body She had a harlot’s face, a cat’s eyes, and a sow’s belly
By Lightning Bolt ⚡6 months ago in Poets
We Are Not the Same
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes6 months ago in Poets
Fired Thoughts
A dim witted, suit fitted, Calvanist mortician Me an embalmed, tag along, severe lack of contrition Fluorescent divine darkness, cubicle coffin, purgatorious condition
By Harrison July Hamlett6 months ago in Poets