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And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By CA'DE LUCE2 months ago in Poets
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets
Passion warms my heart. I live for the art of life, the beauty of breath.
By Lizzy Rose2 months ago in Poets
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 months ago in Poets
Today`s the 17th of December, 14 days till the year of 2026. Everybody felt something different and everything felt different in it`s own way .....
By Sheoli Rodrigo2 months ago in Poets
i wish you'd use me as a match, strike me against all the rough surfaces, sandpaper, the sidewalk, your own edges. you used to call me blaze,
For a moment I thought I saw myself In her dark glance, I saw myself— But it was words alone that fell. I thought I could hear me cry
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By V2 months ago in Poets
I left my sadness behind in the city when you reached out to me, offering a helping hand - so different from everyone else
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
My unheard voice echoes from blank walls, now set free toward the empty horizon seen through the window each day, it's
Where I come from, the air is heavy. Not just with heat, but with things unsaid. Every breath feels like it carries old stories I never chose.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Poets
