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A little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsTexas Tea
People do not understand me. Some think my remains fuel industries bent on extraction, when my bones weave stories for children and teach lessons to those whose only wish is to
The Thing That You Love or That You Hate.
Play with the soil of the earth; it smells of anchovies. Earthworms, leaves, decayed matter – the mud oozes between one's fingers.
Kristine MilewskiPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Very Last Star Wars Haiku
Note: Yes, I have been busy with quite a few other things with the approach of summer. I have still been dumping (sad word) books and trying to find a new place. A move might be on the docket, but I could not forget my Vocal fans, despite all the recent technical problems.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Whispering Pines
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
Versus I
Note: Again, I am in the middle of doing multiple things all at once. No luck on the househunting, but taxes are done, exams (first set) are marked (have time off to contemplate what my students do not know); I cleaned, swept, wiped and ran when I could. And it is a beautiful day to start sharing this particular idea.
Kendall DefoePublished 7 days ago in PoetsRed Bus
She rides red busses like adventures. Front seat, up top. And, as she passes over, the winding streets. Green lights. And playground toys
Guilty Pleasure
We all have something that makes us smile A secret desire that makes our day A pleasure that no one else could know A guilty pleasure that satisfies.
Anthony TerryPublished 7 days ago in Poets