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Walking on Starlight
We are made of stardust. The primordial forces that hold the universe together bind our component pieces one to another, Electrons to positrons,
A Walking Coffin
The supports are rotting. I feel each creak and pop, A symphony of decrepitude, Joints unreliable and failing. It's harder to arise each morning,
Of Meadows and Forests
The longings for it meadows in forests where you're one with the nature!
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published about 2 hours ago in PoetsRex
Rex was a wild one violent and mean No one dare to challenge him, when on a rampage The whole house would rumble when he was angry.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsClouded thoughts
I find myself with no plans for the day no desire to step out sitting on my bed I take the time to stare at the sky through my small window
Ken Mack Jr.Published about 2 hours ago in PoetsVale Perficientur
Do it as if this Is your last chance to do this Well, for it may be
D. J. ReddallPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsPERFECTION ATTRACTS
Focus on one thing Make it perfect. It'll attract. Others will just add.
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published about 2 hours ago in PoetsDinowars: Brachiosaurus disses Triceratop
This diss is goin out to the Triceratop. Your name says top, but you’ve always been a flop. You think your horns mean no one’s harder than you and you hatin on me because I’m taller than you.
Joe PattersonPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsA Small Beginning
Dark, It was dark all around him, Cramped, He could barely move, The walls trapping him wouldn't budge,
Rebecca PattonPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsI'm A Dinosaur Stuck In A Traffic Jam!
I was running through the city roads, Hoping to find food, When I got stuck in the traffic lights, Stuck in this silly queue!
Carol TownendPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsMay
The time is beautiful, with the gentle summer of May. Season after season of flowers, and one storm after another, the depth of greenery represents the luxuriance of the seasons and the vitality of life.
Brian WongPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsKnowing
I've been worried sick Not hearing from you Knowing you're struggling Knowing I can't help But not knowing what is happening
Rene PetersPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets