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The Move
Note: this is for Real Poetic's challenge (acrostic with the word 'Anniversary'): Extra Note: I am also writing this on the last day before I move out of a place I have lived in for about seven years. I am tired, stressed out, still looking for books and bags, and wondering what my place will be like...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Diaries of War
My mind is trying to run away, my hand is chasing after it- Every thought is eyeing escape, from the matter my heart is facing with them
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
A Feeling Of End; Love Unbound
I suppose this is how death feels. This, world-shattering realization, the sheer powerlessness, of the inevitable END, time's up-
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
Black
Black eyes are loved by all, Favorite black hair. Everyone needs to know black letters Someone's favorite is black. But the color of the body is black!
By Kabir Khan2 years ago in Poets
Monster
You think I'm the monster under your bed guess I'm living rent free in your head I think it's so funny you think I'm mean
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The Past, the Present, the Future
Past: Hey you remember that one time, when we... Present: Don’t! Future: What? What happened? Present: I dare you, let's not talk about it.
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
The Pop-Up Friend
Her, my best friend: - Me, her not-so-best friend: Hey, I think I am not doing so well. Her, my best friend: What's wrong? Please tell!
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
THE WEAVER'S SONG
In the bustling lanes of Varanasi, Where silken threads tell ancient tales, Lived Kamala, a weaver's daughter, Whose fingers danced with yarn and water.
By Nancy 2 years ago in Poets
Sweet & Sour Self-Sabotage (Life With ADHD)
i don't quite understand, how so often i stand in disgust, i can't quietly stand in front of the mirror and trust- how many times have i stood here in front of the glass,
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Sticks & Stones
Sticks and stones don't break bones but words can break a soul ... ask me how I know. You said you were a good man said you always do what you can
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
what makes a monster?
you live in the darkness because it is your abode no one sees you had no choice in the matter - you say you choose to be alone
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
I Barely Survived a Cold
I've been wallowing in a pit of mucus-filled misery and despair, battling a cold that seemed to have been sent straight from the depths of hell. But lo and behold, the tides have turned, and I've emerged from the abyss, slightly less snotty and with a renewed hope for brighter days ahead! I barley survived!
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets