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Duty of Glass of Cold Water
Glass of cold water Waits to perform its duty On a scorching day
By Margaret Minnicksabout 17 hours ago in Poets
A Proper Size
I went pants shopping today, I went to a new store, one with a flashy SALE sign on its windows I went straight to the wall,
By Kera Hollowabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Help needed please
Please can anyone tell me is this from vocal or is it fake as my account isn’t blocked can you all see it ? please reply someone
By George’s Girl 2026 about 17 hours ago in Poets
Broken Wings
Verse 1 Horizontal scars run up and down her arms, Defining how she learned to calm her storms. She used to move through life with a determined stride,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 17 hours ago in Poets
When womanhood begins and ends
This poem was inspired by Blood from the Womb by CT Idlehouse. It brought back memories of when my period began and when it ended.
By Cheryl E Prestonabout 18 hours ago in Poets
We Do Not Want World War Three
We Do Not Want World War Three The mothers stand at windows tonight, quiet, listening for distant thunder, Not from the sky, but from men who move pieces across maps and oceans,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 19 hours ago in Poets
Alarm
Warm under my sheets I stare at four fifty nine Anticipation
By Jean-François Lamotheabout 19 hours ago in Poets
By the Pond
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddallabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I am worth it now
One random morning After years of dull darkness I am worth it now.
By Susan Fourtané about 20 hours ago in Poets
Middle Age: Emotional Change, Life Change
In middle age, changing your emotions is like changing your life. Many people only slowly realize this at this age: the importance of eliminating internal conflict, making emotions valuable, and being able to get along comfortably with everyone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 20 hours ago in Poets
I Was Not Raised to Be Silent
The Voice Within I was not raised to be silent. I was not raised to bow or shrink when the world told me to. Sparking Through Fear I was raised to speak even when my voice trembled. To speak even when it echoed against walls that refused to listen.
By Shoaib Afridiabout 20 hours ago in Poets
I Carry My Trauma Quietly
I carry my trauma quietly. Not like a flag. Not like a war drum. It lives in the corners of my mind, where sunlight never reaches.
By Shoaib Afridiabout 21 hours ago in Poets