The Balancing choice He walks a line, so fine, so thin, A world beneath, a storm within. The brain sways left, the heart pulls right,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
No Fear No fear can hold you, no doubt can stay, For strength is born with each new day. The road may twist, the path may bend,
Poetry is fuel for the brain Poetry feeds the brain, I know, this is true That’s why I love it so. It sparks the mind,
Starlit Roof Three cats sit upon the roof, Beneath the sky so calm and smooth. A shooting star lights up the night, Filling their hearts with quiet delight.
Spider-Man’s Mince Pie Mishap Spider-Man feasted, ignoring the cries, “Save the city, not the mince pies!” Now his suit is stretched, his web won’t fly,
My phone is charging, and it seems the notifications have returned. A rhythmic ringtone jingles. And here is 'Colossal.'
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
What Is A Poem A poem is a dance of words, A melody the heart has heard, A whisper from the soul’s deep core, A rhythm that forever soars.
The Scandalous Tale The paper crackles, fresh and bold, A story of scandal, raw and cold. A model’s name, in black and white,
Real Eyes, Realize Lies Real eyes see what’s true, They know when lies come through. No mask can hide the truth, Real eyes always know the proof.
