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Dear Me
Dear me, I know you are tired, carrying days that feel too heavy, smiling when your heart feels quiet. Dear me, you tried your best, even when no one saw it.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Poets
2026
2026 2026 stood at my door one morning, No big speech, no shining parade. It just looked at me, calm and quiet, As if asking what I planned to make.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
(Fingers Crossed)******** Burdens Of EVERY "SINGLE" Person Who Seems A Bit Weird, And Awkward To Every Person On The Outside - Trust, They Think The Same Things, They "DO"::::
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
The Black Sheep Of The Family
The Black Sheep Of The Family She was the black sheep of the family, never as good as her siblings in their polished light.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
One Wick Remains
Whistling winds whipping, Beneath cold clear starry skies. One wick remains lit.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Poets
The Red Queen
Power, elegance. The Red Queen sows seeds of flame, Amid icy seas.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Poets
Warm on the inside
Through layers of gloves, An icy chill bites through, but Coffee will warm me.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Poets
A Single Flame
Amid a jungle, Of snow, ice and frozen wilds. A single flame burns.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Poets
Frozen Wasteland
In frozen wastelands, Your warmth is all I seek, but You've forsaken me.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Poets
Love Is Crap
Love Is Crap Love is crap, it shows up dressed as hope, with clean hands and a convincing smile. It promises warmth, a place to land,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Miller And The Mice
The Miller And The Mice The miller worked where the river groaned, With stones that screamed when night drew near. His lantern shook with every breath,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Ground does not deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didn’t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground you’ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets