Take my words, take my data, download and know me. Check me against all the scraped testimony From libraries, blogs, and magazine shelves.
By Ian Lundabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetryabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Your sarcasm is crude and so are you Your rudeness is annoying but I tolerate it I'm with a friend and you ask me if he's my boyfriend
By John Scipioabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Say what you mean Mean what you say. Oh, how fond you are of beating around the bush - of treading warily. How weary that has become.
By Julie Lacksonenabout 9 hours ago in Poets
I walk the old path along the ridge where my papaw once walked. 🌿 I came here first as a child, small enough that the hill felt wide and the climb long.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 10 hours ago in Poets
~~~ Stop the violence. I don't care if you're right or wrong, What side of the fence you sit on, Tall, thin, straight, queer, or anything in between.
By Rain Dayzeabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I do not know why I exist. I wake up, I eat, I work, I sleep. I meet people, I speak, I listen. I plan for tomorrow, I remember yesterday.
By Algiebaabout 12 hours ago in Poets
There was a time When I lived in aesthetics. Coffee, sat on a ledge, Caught under the summer sun Of a day already growing hot.
By Silver Dauxabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
I lie in wait for want of precious clarity ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ Sheer drapes finally alight with the golden wind of invitation ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡
By K.B. Silver about 15 hours ago in Poets
