• The Eclipse

    It was the beginning of the day.Moon was down,sun is in the way.You probably wondered,is this real? The emotions I am about to feel?But soon it started covering it with a black,dark cloak.And the darkness behind it,it began to soak. It...

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    Pluralone

    Love has never been a friend of mine.No one failed to make me feel declined. Life without a goal seems right to me.Even though I guess i'm wrong, I don't see the reason why to be. I played my cards the...

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  • I just want to make a quick suggestion. Could we have an actual edit button on our poems and posts,instead of having to delete the whole thing?

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  • The Glowing Sun

    Let me tell you a tale.Of a glowing sun far away that fell.When it's day,it shines brightly. And darkness doesn't want to fight me.The sun one day was up in the sky.She questioned,I feel weird,broken. But why?One day,the sun had met...

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    • I like to look at this piece as metaphorical analogy – a description of friendship and how people glow off each other. As simple as you seem to make it, the piece exemplifies the complexity of relationships – how our energy feeds one another. I like it.

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    Menticide

    I Indiana Jones’d my depression withfake smiles and aggression. No spores of joy in sight to teach me counter lessons. To hell with the common. I lost interest to follow the herd,please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon. Nothing to...

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    • Powerfully penned, Drieks. This is a deep and profound piece my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • G’morning, Drieks 🌤️

      What a creative title, and that photo choice (with your pen name attractively laid) is sheer eye candy, perfectly setting the ambient mood for what’s to come.

      “To hell with the common.
      I lost interest to follow the herd,
      please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.”

      Sometimes, nothing much appears to be what it seems … so, why not throw caution to the wind, live it wild ‘n free, the way so many would love to be!

      I truly admire your creative metaphors – with their vibrantly-vivid, emotive impact, and what conscientious poetess or poet could help but admire your spot-on line-breaks, the way you’ve utilized soft and exact rhymes to set rhythm and hold the reader’s interest with fascinating imagery throughout … obviously, NOT your first poetic rodeo.

      How relatably beautiful your pen’s voice speaks to the captive mind’s-eye, Drieks.
      Wondrously shared, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌️

      • Hello Richard,

        Thank you so much for your beautifully worded response to my poem.
        It truly brings warmth to my heart.

        I hope to be just as talented in using the English language as you are one day!

        Again, thank you Richard.

    • The metaphor of “Indiana Jones-ing” through depression is brilliant, painting the struggle as a reckless adventure where survival is uncertain. The imagery of webs, eight-legged freaks, and sanity creaking creates a vivid sense of entrapment of a mind pushed to its limits. What stands out the most is the refusal to conform, the rejection of the common, the questioning of perfection. It’s a voice screaming against expectation, demanding to be understood rather than advised.

      • Thank you Paulo, for shining your light on this piece.
        You summarized it perfectly.
        Depression is a never ending adventure no one signed up for.

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