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[coveredinink]

Rats in the garden

Decay in the ferns; Fronds fallen to fatal burns. And the rat with life still yearns. The maggots and ants, devour in trance; In the shadow of the fallen leaves. A shame. Who's to blame? Your life cut short in the summer court. Perhaps the heat has that fame.

(inspired by a sad, dead rat I found while gardening. Poor guy honestly.)

[followcb]

Define our Days (A Song)

everyone has

that go-to song

we play forever

our whole life long

sometimes it's . . .

the music that sends

lyrics that transcend

our lives play out

season after season

yearly chapters fly

like repeated lines

a chorus of days

enduce a sublime haze

verses we've rehearsed

seemingly since birth

winging and singing

bridging our ways

through life's chaos,

life's sonic maze

a song created to amaze

define our daze

in the most . . .

memorable sways

☆☆☆☆☆

©️ @followcb ☆ October 7, 2025

[abrighterspark]

self sabotage? it's a love song... and i flirt with danger daily. afraid i have it wrong, that my memories might be hazy.

it's a ballad of bad habits and emotional goodbyes... denial that consumes a mind, like the last bittersweet notes of a bottle of wine.

[jojomills]

Or whatever

[birchbritches]

Irks the Scree

scurrying irks the scree, sees what gravity has sent, what rubble can be rendered into, tries to eke and seeks no height

[final-cyphers]

Have Not

donations and charity

shouldn't be the responsibility

of the working class

have you considered digging for loose change

inside some

smug bastard's

abyssal pockets?

(you may find

terrible things in there)

[poppiesandpromises]

Attention is a tiny bird

Perched in my cupped hands

Flitting fast it's so absurd

The focus he demands

Fluttering from room to room

Singing from the ceiling

Shrieking out a squeal of doom

Despair he is revealing

I bought him a silver cage

Locked it with a key

& he flew off in a rage

But first he tore a chunk from me

[sanddollarpoems]

Ancient spirits

standing tall,

standing watch

over their quiet home.

How many storms

have they weathered?

How many revolutions

have they witnessed,

of moon and sun

and stars?

They stand silent,

but gently sway

as if to say,

"It's good to see you too."

[smakkabagms]

I laid there   my head below the world, my belly-up like an eel, pale as the Dying threads           The fates Forgot to weave with some meaning         or purpose: grim grains sprinkle the floor like hooves on a butcher’s floor years spent loveless, haloed with nuances, O         I tried to be good! but hope and goodness is not enough - wind stirs up           the gazeless bones, a whisper of Old Fallow Fields, and remind us of what it is to give up 

[wewontknoweachother]

i don’t love you either

and i’ll endure every splinter for you lose my mind at the sight of micro cuts watch as the room tries to catch its balance blame the moon for phases I don’t recall

burn every crumbled paper to cut you mumble some odd words over the basket hesitate to throw water against it become one with the element I choose

realize my fears deserve validation make peace with the fragments in the mirror give it a kiss goodbye and a thank you there was a lot of me in every fear

but there was someone pleading to be seen only visible in a cursed mirror so i’ll create bedtime stories instead they’ll lose it all to step into bathrooms

[birchbritches]

Cloning Gloams

cloning gloams until we can't, one stand-out evening we'd return to hurts more as the memory hazes

[jojomills]

From Gilded Dais

[thebluemoonpoet]

Sprawled across each other as a burning sensation spreads down.

Down my torso.

Down your thighs.

Skin is warm; hot

like the amber flame illuminating the vanilla candle that watches us from your desk.

Together, covered in a hot flush

we sweat,

we exhale heavily.

I’m coming alive just staring at your face.

We’re speechless

too caught up in the blazing energy of our lust.

My poem for the prompt ‘Ignite’ thanks to @faemaril and hosted by @picklemafia

[echo-temporis]

Midnight

At midnight, the quiet is a heavy thing. The sheets are a cold but certain space for the ghosts you left behind.

I remember your skin; a map of fire that my hands learned by touch, and how the sudden silver light would find a secret place to hide.

In the dark, you were a reckless thing; my love, a reckless love.

Now I am alone in this hollow room, with your memory that keeps me up.

And I remember your eyes that promised me no goodbyes. And I remember your hands that promised me no lies.

~ inspired by The Poets' Porch prompt: Midnight by @thenightquill @picklemafia @versesbyaaliyah | made with @novlr ~

[mourning-the-dove]

Tortured~

Swallowed whole by thoughts greater than I.

Can't seem to erase the smallest of lies.

Memories fade

but only the cherished.

My tortured soul thrives on regret.

©

[line-by-line-creator]

Bring out the best in me

So why would I ever think about exiting?

Rest your head on my shoulder while we continue to walk forward

Us continuing is what's most important

I've never doubted

For a shred of second

Effortlessly count the many blessings you gave me

For the better you changed me

Wasn't ever your intention

Do you want what's best for me? I don't ask that question

The answer lies in your actions

The answer lies in my happiness

I'll forever stand by your side and strike down those that oppose

Don't care about what anyone thinks or assumes they know

They don't know you like I do

They don't know what I'm willing to do for you

No Exit Plan (11 August 2025)

[drearydaffodil]

White wings and softest

Winds, the summer is

A kiss upon my neck

I am all joy

My skin sparkles

The dew of dreams

Let me bloom

Let me forget

The frost