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Today's Top Writing

Aged Thin

Aged Thin

A Poem by Asante.


The poetry of younow evades the photographs,and I laughto defy myGrandfather's ticking hands;how quickly you came,went, and became fantasy.
the night undressed me

the night undressed me

A Poem by Lydia


artwork by harry weisburdi remember being barefoot ‘neath the stars then the night undressed me at least that is what i told myself afterwards since there was no other logical explanation i was wrapped in the lace of sizzling ur..
An Umbrella Kind of Faith

An Umbrella Kind of Faith

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


An Umbrella Kind of Faith It pours down As anxious thoughts crowd. Beating down upon my head As my heart is as heavy as lead. The rain keeps pouring And my dreams are still snoring. O Lord, grant me this day, ..
Symbol

Symbol

A Poem by YumnaKay


She was a symbol of courage,a symbol of wisdom,a symbol of strength,a symbol of calm,a symbol of hope,that emanated,through her very essence,felt by those around her.But only she knewwhat it takes,to put on a brave faceand to maskher intense thoughts..
why did I strangle myself?

why did I strangle myself?

A Poem by Latifa


the sun looked likea dying,pale star.Harrassed by the dusty clouds.NOlifeshallcomethroughtoday.we are the guardians of despair.I choked along the strangled star,panting an air of loss.what a great excuse to strangle mytself today!my mother and father..
Where is my muse?

Where is my muse?

A Poem by Jon Roggie


The words are there.They just seem to be waiting.I admit I am feeling a bit frustrated.The words are always there.Step back for a bit.Talk with some friends,and remember.I started to forget.I only tell the stories.The world around me creates them.
I Hate Poetry

I Hate Poetry

A Poem by Anjay Dhirmalani


I decided to express my feelings on poetry...
Summer Scenes

Summer Scenes

A Poem by Alisa Js


it was in the days of lavender and honey stickssomewhere in the back of a cool, summer dreamyou met me on a Wednesdaywith that sappy hellohow did I know that one dayI would consider you divinefrom that day to one dayinseparable became our middle name..
Gratitude - For Tony Jordon

Gratitude - For Tony Jordon

A Poem by YumnaKay


Good friends are like stars..you don't always see them, but you know that they're always there.
Amour-propre

Amour-propre

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee


Note: Amour-propre is an unnatural form of self-love that arose only with the appearance of society and individuals' consequent ability to compare themselves with one another.

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