by Nadia Coia
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
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Friday 9th September 2022 8:08 pm
poet   poetry   poem   teen   teenager   female   girlhood   fiction   non fiction   love   writing   story   short story   stanzas   short poem   womanhood   teen writer   teenage writer   amateur poet
by Mel
Smooth with the blemishes of upside down soccer nets,
the permeating stench of feet hollering
surround the sand of a beach ball court.
The sight of opposite conversations
inject the ear with distinct memory ;
a 'wake me up before you go go' over "my god i cant fucking stand this school."
Small in a way thats new,
movements fade as legs pull forward,
with
fingers spending time typing t...
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Thursday 30th June 2022 3:11 am
landscape   poem   short poem   landscape poem   people
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