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A Fragmented Future
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Snake Woman
The Snake Woman There was a woman, she was a snake, With a heart so cold, and a smile fake. She slithered through life, deceit in her wake,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ninth Clerihew
Nzinga Queen of Matamba and Ndongo, now known as Angola. When the colonizer cried, "Em chamada!" She taught them they could not carve her up as well as she beat herself into history's blackwood, and she taught me resistance is a semba dance, defiance a balance
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
The Mist
There I was, In the early hours, Walking in the woods. It crept onto me, Like a leopard looking to hunt. The silent whispers had me tranquil,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
The Curse and the Gift
Death—a common yet shrouded mystery, Like a tiger, always lurking beside its prey. When the time comes, it takes; It cares not for you,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Dawn’s Quiet Pursuit
In the gentle hush of dawn’s first light, Birds chip softly, a melody slight. Cool breezes dance through leaves awake, As people gather, for health’s own sake.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
Ah, George...
So many lies were told to tell basic truths... That cherry tree remained in place, untouched by his hatchet. The teeth that were not just wooden (so many sources brought them together: brass, lead, teeth of animals and slaves...not all your own).
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Parasites
Parasites infecting my brain Crushing my soul Causing my heart to strain Making my eyes roll Parasites Crawling everywhere
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Haunted Lake
The Haunted Lake The lake breathes low in the dead of night, Where shadows creep and fears take flight. A figure glides through the misty haze,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When a poets ink dries
When a Poets ink Dries In a quiet room where silence dwells, Lived a humble poet with stories to tell. Once he flowed with words, a river so wide,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Man in our Street
In a quiet neighborhood where the children play, Lives a man with a smile that’s a bit far away. His garden’s a jungle, with weeds standing tall,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Deceptive Vision
Seeing is believing— Seeing is believing. If truth is what the eyes see, Then I might be blind. Eyes are the window to the soul,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets