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By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout 3 hours ago in Poets
We awaken to a surveillance state being constructed before our very eyes, our faces and posts and lives gathered into a lovely little database,
By David Muñozabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I am writing this like a letter though I do not know where to send it. ... The world has a way of misplacing the things that matter most.
By E.S.Flint about 4 hours ago in Poets
Bow down to the shine To body, to world, to fault spirit Let us be god! -No- and turned away pink cheek, Save yourself and save us!
By Dianaabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Nostalgic I am and art comes to my rescue. I cannot bring back time but I can relive moments by my paintings.
By Seema Patelabout 6 hours ago in Poets
I pray she would choose her own good, not rebellion. Let her see the countless miracles that swirled around her, as fall leaves,
By Rowan Finley about 8 hours ago in Poets
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads,
By Harper Lewisabout 8 hours ago in Poets
We are all here to write For some it is a delight Hopefully, nothing is done out of spite Because we all want lots of likes
By Christopher Beardabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The Last Account of Nelly Dean They speak her name now in quiet rooms. Not with love, not with anger, but with a careful tone.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 10 hours ago in Poets
The Night Before the Rope The corridor settles into silence. Iron doors closed, the sound of keys long gone. He sits on the narrow bed and watches the lantern light
As light breaks the rule of the night and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise. Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.
By Paul Stewartabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I may not be making a lot of sense these days...as you can clearly See in my depiction of a maniacal grin...confusion is exuding from the crazed state of my inner core and sanctum.
By Novel Allenabout 12 hours ago in Poets
