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On Thorns I Lay

On Thorns I Lay

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


The silence bled into deepest dark.
My Giant

My Giant

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Summer rain, melting Arcticsand the lipids lining the nervesin your brain. These are the metricsof our times. Mere resolveis not enough to take careal..
A slow morning - 8.19.19

A slow morning - 8.19.19

A Poem by Minuet


Let me guide you through the awakening of the senses on a slow Saturday morning.
An Early Morning

An Early Morning

A Poem by Omikron


I laid my body to restBut rest did not complySo I spent forever turningForever yearningListening to a symphony of choked snoresWhile birds greeted the..
Ouroboros (World Eater)

Ouroboros (World Eater)

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..


I finally finished this poem. Although I may come back to edit it. Don't necessarily need to read this in order. These stanzas are only loosely connec..
STARDUST

STARDUST

A Poem by Anuja Sharma


Imagination of your own World!!
Chapter 7: The Morning After

Chapter 7: The Morning After

A Chapter by Kari Rakitan


Illustration Credit:In-progress by MariahMireles on DeviantArtChapter 7: The Morning AfterSeto woke to panicked knocking and an arm draped over his to..
Aurora

Aurora

A Story by Hope


quick thing about the goddess of the dawn
Usual but Not My Type of Morning

Usual but Not My Type of Morning

A Poem by da_great


Who else has a destroyed type of their morning?
the shadows

the shadows

A Poem by anais.vionet


Isolation isn't helped by virtual school - if anything, it's highlighted.
Sun Prizms

Sun Prizms

A Poem by Kathy Van Kurin


Morning after returning home from vacation.
Bright Morning Star

Bright Morning Star

A Poem by Kathy Van Kurin


Minutes of 2020 coalescing into the star we allow.
awoken

awoken

A Poem by anais.vionet


I dread fire-drill like last minute wake-ups
Blooming Violet, Early Morning Delight

Blooming Violet, Early Morning Delight

A Poem by Henry Krone


Violet is that friend that feels like she knows you deeply, even if you don't know each other for long. But for a person who feels invisible, how much..
2 Jobs, 2 Kids, 2 Houses, 2 Hobbies

2 Jobs, 2 Kids, 2 Houses, 2 Hobbies

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Carrying a sleeping baby.Cleaning after a successful party.Camping beyond mountains more mountains.Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.Eat..