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This Is The "Correct Procedure" - I Don't Value Your Opinion - Tell Me What To Say Then !!!!
During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !? During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !?
By 365poetry19 minutes ago in Poets
Its Raining My Life Away
Its Raining My Life Away It started quietly, not enough to notice at first, just a feeling that something was off, like the air had changed
By George’s Girl 2026 about an hour ago in Poets
Write Like You Breathe
Write like you breathe, without fear or delay, Let your thoughts wander, don’t push them away. Your words don’t need to be perfect or bright,
By Ibrahim about 2 hours ago in Poets
A New Version to Love
Love. Do I really love this version of me? Do I really love the person I have become? Let's rewind. And ask. What has changed?
By Manisha Dhalaniabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Blow Wind Blow
Blow Wind Blow Blow wind blow, not across the trees, not across the roofs, come for me instead, I am standing here like something left behind,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
Messages From My Dead Wife
Messages From My Dead Wife The first time, I thought it was grief playing tricks, A voice shaped from longing, nothing more,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
Remy, Virgin, or Human Hair? How to Choose the Right Hair for a Natural, Luxury Look
Remy, Virgin, or Human Hair? How to Choose the Right Hair for a Natural, Luxury Look In the world of wigs and hair extensions, a few words appear again and again: Remy hair, virgin hair, and human hair.
By Leo about 7 hours ago in Poets
Untangling Knots
In the quiet of a house that once felt like a wind‑choked forest, the walls breathe in a rhythm only the floorboards remember.
By Forest Greenabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Pieces of a Movie
Pieces of memory, Blurry and incoherent, They were scenes, Scenes from a movie I watched long ago, Some from the beginning,
By Rebecca Pattonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
That Time of the Month
To wake, with sweat and thick shame pressed to your back, is a diabolical beginning to each passing month. We slip from bed, clenching abdomen and bedding, and tiptoe to the bathroom, wary not to wake the man beside us.
By Kera Hollowabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Who Dwell in My Life
I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies, collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts, turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.
By Forest Greenabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Gasping Singularity. Content Warning.
Am I therefore? Between the skin and air Did I build lights within? Visions of a different song Haunted by what I once was
By KuroHoshiabout 16 hours ago in Poets