Tags : Poetry

Love is WIthin Him

Love is WIthin Him

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Lust to take the pain away. Dreams to hide the tears. I lie to both of us, Hidden beneath our blankets. This is what I asked for. ..
We Are

We Are

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


We are nothing but the regurgitated information we have experienced before.We are our belief systems, even the trust in a lack of a belief.We are the ..
Pour Your Anguish Over Me

Pour Your Anguish Over Me

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


trigger warning: gore; body horror
He Smells Like Lucky Strikes and Whiskey

He Smells Like Lucky Strikes and Whiskey

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Darling,SittingBurning like an Unfiltered cigaretteOld school kind of bluesThat I don't dare to forget. You better leave meWith something Worth all th..
As Sweet Surrender Beckons Me

As Sweet Surrender Beckons Me

A Poem by Ohioman


A man is using this nove otto poem to describe what the one thing inside that guy makes him do with two beautiful maidens.
gone.

gone.

A Poem by Nisha M.


how i imagined death would feel like.
A girl

A girl

A Poem by Hauwa Nana


Girl struggles
In Light of Canada

In Light of Canada

A Poem by philforwordsnow


My status in this fine country is as a visitor, although I currently live here and love its scale and beauty.
1/27/2020

1/27/2020

A Poem by Andre Peterson


It was cold over the harbour. I've never once shivered this hard since Brussels. Yet the snow had only just began to fall. I stood there watching t..
Wings

Wings

A Poem by Athena Angel


I tried to save himI don’t really know whyMy shadows left one morningI sat up in bed and I didn’t cryI suddenly had nothing left to hideTh..
After That One Strip Tease

After That One Strip Tease

A Poem by Ohioman


This nove otto poem is from the point of view of a guy who allowed a woman to do a strip tease act for him.
The Fiction of Being

The Fiction of Being

A Poem by Starling


When it comes down to separating truth from fiction there are only our stories memories true and untrue the results of our conviction..
diets of the resurrected

diets of the resurrected

A Poem by barton smock


The baby has jumped. The baby is trying to find its place in the home of having done. The baby will land and maybe you can say something over it in ..

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