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An Artful Dodger
Gainfully employed as a rapscallion Leisurely picking pockets and swindling in a manner contrary to valiance He's got his own little battalion
S. C. AlmanzarPublished 4 minutes ago in PoetsDried Bones
I feel so small Miniscuel Standing next to Dried bones in formation Ancient and decaying No tissue or sinew To connect his bits and pieces
KA StefanaPublished 24 minutes ago in PoetsScars to Sunsets
You turned my scars to sunsets so much so that they healed Do you not believe me yet When I tell you This is how I feel?
Frankie MartinelliPublished 31 minutes ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about an hour ago in PoetsThe Totem
An owl flew into my car when I was driving home yesterday. It was dark, and I was surprised. It was only a graze (I think that helped),
Brooke FarrarPublished about an hour ago in PoetsMoments in Time
We have only moments in time. Past/future is projection; * wasted time/energy in hope or review. Only the present moment is real.
David MuñozPublished about an hour ago in PoetsI am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about an hour ago in PoetsEchoes of Love: The Boomerang's Promise
Across the horizon, where hopes may stray, In the realm of dreams, where hearts hold sway, There flies a boomerang, in elegant play,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsGloomy Days
Living in the land of the unpredictable. Never knowing what the day may bring. ~ One days it's sunny. While the next we must dream of the sky.
Anthony TerryPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsLulled into a beautiful dream
Lulled into a beautiful dream, Where worries fade and colors gleam. Soft whispers brush upon the breeze, Through rustling leaves in ancient trees.
Moharif YuliantoPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsEarth
A swirling sphere, a vibrant blue, Earth hangs in space, a precious view. A tapestry of life, a swirling dance, From mountain peaks to ocean's trance.
Moharif YuliantoPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets