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Dissing Dermatology
Say It Plainly Challenge - Write a poem that states its central concern directly without metaphor, indirection, or symbolic substitution.
By Denise E Lindquist25 minutes ago in Poets
thank you, the regret is all mine
the path fueled by desire forged by deceit overwrought by obligation acquired by a diamond that secured a promise
By Greer Monroeabout an hour ago in Poets
ouroboros, for lunch of course. Content Warning.
imagine feeling everything pangs of infinite gnostic hunger before, after, during learning and knowing em0ti0ns at a b0iling p0int
By ⸘jason alan‽about 2 hours ago in Poets
Words
I try to choose my words carefully because I want you to understand me to know exactly what I mean. Yet so often you react
By Tina D. Lopezabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Please Stop The War.
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 4 hours ago in Poets
Strings Upon The Mind
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 4 hours ago in Poets
Chrysalis
My words hang, pendants under this poem, attached by a slender thread, in their chrysalis container. * They begin this life barely a caterpillar
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Like You Love Me
I Love How You Love Me, Just Like I Adore You... I Want To Tell The Truth... I'm Gonna Be There For You... When The Lights Are Low, When You Say It's Hard To See... I Want To Hold Your Hand, And Rock My Life With You... If You Are In My Destiny, Let's Make The Best Of These Moments, SO THEY COULD BE OUR BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 5 hours ago in Poets
These Women
I want to say it plainly. No metaphors. No similes. I want to praise my friends. I want to tell the world how they save me.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Auschwitz
Arbeit Mach Freit. The letters stare at us - twists of rusted, wrought iron, flaking with age. I don’t speak German, but I know what these words mean.
By Maura Bernsteinabout 6 hours ago in Poets
With A Bite
I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone. Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know. Texted each woman with a heart by her name.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 7 hours ago in Poets