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Escaping Hades
Do not cry for me, dear friends For this is not a day for sorrow My departure means that nothing ends We will all be together at some distant tomorrow
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Poets
Of Machines and Men. Runner-Up in #200 Challenge.
I have no goals for 2024 Ahh, you recoil I already feel it, as I pen these words Why? Does that thought offend you?
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Dreams of Summer
In the middle of winter When the days are the coldest I sit by my fire and dream Of the days of summer Hot days when we’d go fishing
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Be Gone Punxsutawney Phil
Day 26/366 of writing and publishing pieces in 2024. It’s a beautiful 70° here where I live today. This is a rarity for January and a huge tease. With Groundhog Day coming, it inspired me to create this meme and then this idea for a poem followed.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy172 years ago in Poets
Dustings of Flour and Snow
Almost nothing compares to the aroma of baking on a cold day. Bread’s sweet aroma lifts through the air and surrounds me. Crust will be perfectly golden and crispy.
By Jocelyn Denton 2 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Vision for Our World
In a world embellished with tones so various, My expectation spreads out like a banner, a universe. Through the crystal of dreams, where hearts adjust,
By Sathishkumar S2 years ago in Poets
The Scent of Flowers in my Hair
I want to come home smelling like flowers. When I walk through the door, you’ll know how I’ve spent my hours. Elbow deep in the dirt with thorns poking my skin,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
My Endless Pursuit
I don't want to be a bore But sometimes I think Time might like me more If I did nothing And aspired to even less. Because my demands for it are so high:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Dishwasher, Oh Dishwasher
An amazing machine, Beside the sink, Cleaning dishes, glasses, and silverware, Dirty from our meals, Even when we don’t think about it.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
Femme Fatale
Aquamarine and bottomless topaz. Borrowed where she cannot buy, Covetous of sheen, and glamour and sex Dreaming held in tightened bow,
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
A to Z with the Grateful Dead
Welcome to a lyrical journey where the world of the Grateful Dead unfolds through my abecedarian style verse. Each line resonates with the spirit of a classic Dead tune. To enrich the experience, I've paired these lines with videos of the songs that inspired them, creating a multi-sensory exploration of rhythm and words – if you care to further explore the music.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
Bored Bette
Sitting for hours To have her picture done Daring not to move Not even to blink For fear that the painter Will get everything all wrong
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets