Poet - Hello Poetry

20h

Peerse

Vu

I used to love
Not to be loved.
I used to notice
Not to be noticed.
This is what I was meant to be.

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I am not somebody I would like to know

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Kaiden

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Xio

For Now, Goodbye. ❤

My heart was heavy, so I wrote, turned ghosts to words, let poems float. You read, you stayed, you understood—and that alone made bad days good.

So here’s my thanks, a whispered sigh—
I’ll step away, but not goodbye.

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Lyle

footsteps

some people's footsteps are loud
they want everyone to know that they have entered
or perhaps they have no reason to hide
They strike the ground first with their heel
you can always hear them approach

but mine?
my footsteps are silent
I glide across without a sound
no one needs to know that I am here
I have reason to hide
I tread first with the pads of my feet
you will never hear me approach

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Abbott J Hardison

Am I AI Too?

There's a chance,
I was AI generated,
Not born to a human,
Or made by a god,
A grand example of proper machinery,
Possibly another fault of humanity,
Because I wasn't programed with humility,
Maybe computer based artwork is so good,
Even I couldn't tell my mind is a mother board.

Not hinting at anything, just wanted to use this theme.

#ai #humanity #machines #art #life

Poet 1d

Mother Nature

Why do you love the rain poet?
Why do you love the storm?
Why do you lay in the soaking grass?
Why do you smile when you see smoke gray clouds?
Why do you grin up at the sky as blankets of clouds buckle and ripple under the weight of the water?
Why do you stare in awe when the thunder claps and smites down forests of trees?

Because the thunder is nature’s anger
And the rain it’s tears
If I focus on mother natures anger
Mine will disappear