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Silver Strands of Time
Silver Strands of Time Silver hairs now replace the brown, a crown of wisdom, not renown. Wrinkled skin tells tales untold,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
One with the Sea
I became kindred with the sea when I was young. I loved the way she waved back at me, like I was the only one. She understood my every tear
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
s.o.c 10
There's this toy I kind of just fiddled around with as a kid because I couldn't figure out how to play with it for a while. A wooden rainbow bound in ribbons. It looked to me like a lizard, like the lizard from Proverbs 30:28 that you can hold in your hands, yet it is in the king's palace. It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. And it would drape over my palms, and I'd trace its ridges, and I could bet my life that it breathed, and the heat of its happiness chewed through my calcified vocal cords.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
A Plea for World Peace Please
A Plea for World Peace Please In the shadows of conflict, where sorrow abounds, innocent voices echo, their silence profound.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Belly of the Beast
In the depths, swallowed whole, in this dark, damp cave, I float, in limbo, beneath the whale's towering wave. Was this my fate, to be consumed, and here confined,
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Poets
Ants on a Window Sill
They come crawling in, trying to escape the rains, one by one, tiny black refugees, longing for any crumbs
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Walking into 40
I have been walking in these woods awhile now, passed mile marker 39. The birch trees know my name. They sway with fondness over the silver streaks
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Weight Loss and Maintaining a Low Body Fat Percentage: 7 Scientific Methods
Whether it’s people who have built up to become bodybuilders, people who have shrunk down from bodybuilders to someone who looks almost like a teenager again, or even someone who is slightly obese but manages to reduce weight and eventually maintains that low body fat percentage.
By Doctor munaabout a year ago in Poets
Memories
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Skipping Stones
All the people in glass houses are stacking towers of rocks to throw typing on their keyboards with their pitchfork fingers
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Journey Begins. Top Story - January 2025.
The door opens, the fresh artic wind blown in from untraveled lands caresses my cheek, it's icy touch an invitation
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets