Migration of body is possible, but not easy my dear Yes, I am a soul, and I make it clear. Souls live once, in a single life they tread,
By Ameer Bibiabout a year ago in Poets
In the sprawling savannah of tarmac and paint, Where wild-eyed shoppers prowl, their trolleys tilted, The supermarket car park, oh, constraint
By Lynx👑about a year ago in Poets
In the heart of a land so old, Where whispers of time softly unfold, Stands Stonehenge, grand and bright, Held by magic, bathed in light.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Fun is watching clouds Watching clouds. Watching clouds dance The eye’s see it all
I choose peace. Because disturbance is a lie I won’t try, if I let the bad thoughts pry then I will surely die. Intrusive thoughts are the enemy, but I reject this entity out of hand.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Lancashire Miner In Lancashire's shadow, where the coal seams lie, Beneath the earth’s surface, where echoes sigh,
Verse 1: Thoughts crowd my brain, if it’s all the same To you, insane, as we walk this fine line Of time and space, of Mother Mary full of grace
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Her well-wishers, who always wanted to see her happy, Couldn't even help in digging his grave. Couldn't shed a single tear while burying him— That separation proved not to be emptiness, but salvation.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
Cordelia with the raven hair Wearing halos and bleeding ichor Sweet as poison, pure as pythons Didn't I tell you about my split skin?
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
I like try to be nice on here, like and commenting. Following, but in return I get nothing back, that sad suppose everyone is out tor them and there own work
By George’s Girl 2026 2 years ago in Poets
Underneath her buxom lies the heart of a woman who can battle a sickness with a quickness. She drinks from a bravery cup. She also never loss a battle because she never gave up.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
