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Alphabetical Cats
Amidst the shadows, a feline dance, Beneath the moonlight's mystic trance. Curled in corners, whiskers twitch, Dreaming of a moonlit pitch.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Love is Magic
All I ever wanted while growing up was to be loved by someone that truly could see me. Because I found you in this lifetime I now know what true love is.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Rose Bloom
Take a walk With me Through A garden Made just for Me and you ** ** ** ** ** One, two Just for you Three, four Makes you want more
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Earth’s Masterpiece
She sings the songs that for generations have been carried on, and the world smiles when remembering its ancestors, the sky flies with the beauty of the melodies,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Out of these thoughts, I would rather be
Absolutely, positively, every thought in this brain Becomes a chisel in the hands of a sculptor Chasms of brain matter, carved deeper with no refrain
By Abbey June Schwartz2 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sleep so lovely
In my sleep Tonight. I just took a flight. Above the sky so high. I am indeed now touching the sky. I just gave up on all my issues.
By Eiman Asif2 years ago in Poets
Move, Leap and Pivot
The saddest dance in life is the one we dance alone, With no partner; no competition; no audience - no chance of stardom.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
A to Z
Awake Because Careless Dreams Eventually Fractures Gained Happiness . It's Juvenile Keeping Love manifested
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
Day #5: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 5/14 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “movie theater” We sat down in the dark of the movie theater. As we waited for the movie to start, the scent of popcorn reached my nose. I could hear people slurping up drinks through straws, and a murmur of disembodied voices floated on the stale air.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Traversing Frost's Terrain
I have always admired the poetry of Robert Frost, and as a tribute to the enduring legacy of one of America's most celebrated poets, I have written this abecedarian poem, the lines inspired by or directly taken from the titles of his works.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets