The Games That We Play In the grand arena of life’s design, Where every heart seeks to intertwine, We dance on paths both winding and fair,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
The upside down cake Is perfectly round And right side up When upside down Traditional With pineapple And always golden browned
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
This evocative artcreate a vivid world of thought, In the realm of creation, where emotions are sought. They say this kind of art unlocks the deep,
Ibn al-Haytham, Alhazen Laid a foundation Groundbreaker from the Golden Age Galileo must've longed for lessons from this great sage
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Born to be reticent, Having no flocks to goof with, Cribbed to my home, Daydreaming is my zone. Sketching out personae,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Alive? What does it mean to be alive? To be alive is to have a purpose. To be alive is to be ambitious. To be alive is the ability to walk my life's path.
In the year of twenty-twenty-four, America stood at the ballot door, With voices raised and choices clear, For a future shaped by hope and fear.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
I have no obligations Just pajamas and a book A cup of tea is steaming Cozy in my favorite nook Jack Frost is busy painting
I walked barefooted, I felt the earth beneath— That warm and cold feeling, This intimate yet foreign feeling, Makes me feel connected.
In the end, nothing will be left but our work, the proof of our existence, through the passage of time. They say time is like a river,
I wake and exhale and watch the steam curl from your mouth Like dragon smoke, it clouds the ceiling of our shitty tent The rising sun dips everything in gold
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
