Curated Poems - Poems about Curated

... In the twilight hum of broken cities, where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky, I walked—a stranger to my own time— past dreams rusted in neon haze. "This is the kingdom we made," whispere......Read the rest...

...Here I once am again, Resting where there's true peace But not in the way you would imagine Let me go on and explain. Others accept the usuality of reality But to I, I think beyond such stalenes......Read the rest...

...My muse, a sea of weeping roses, free-flowing in tune with smoky frequencies, as storms of fear rest in the heart of a sunken canvas. I ponder~ why does the blue of the ocean roar like wrathf......Read the rest...

...Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14. She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence. She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that.......Read the rest...

...This World That Takes I gave too much. A chalice filled to the brim, pouring over, love spilling, although unasked for, but the world took it anyway. It takes. All it does is take. It abs......Read the rest...

...if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky would you feel the festering forest~ homing arctic orchids within these veins? or am I to remain d......Read the rest...

...The living room, Laughter clinging like a warm embrace, Yet silence wraps us in a shroud. Faces aglow from screens, Eyes reflecting curated lives, Fingers dancing over glass, As warmth slips th......Read the rest...

...1. Lasagna Recipe 2. How to replace alternator 3. Bookstores near me 4. Coffee shops near me 5. Breve 6. Breve vs latte 7. How to tell if your house is haunted 8. Derealization 9. Common gh......Read the rest...

...I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness. my generation wants to care less these days. it’s a counter-current hack. we want to be less defined. we can search and reflect for ourselves. we’re......Read the rest...

...In a world where I do not exist, stars will still glow like sequins of lilac. Nightingales would serenade hope, fields of fickleness would fade, unfolding grains of gold in bloom, cu......Read the rest...

...O August, I feel subtle scents of dandelion days melting, like spring falls of delirious diamonds, while memories of sentimental sapphires flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty, revealing......Read the rest...

...Trumpeting future mercurial villain of history Predicated on his paying obese sense to Ronald McDonald patron saint buzzfeeding his pie hole courtesy "two Big Macs, Fillet-O-Fish and a chocola......Read the rest...

...Anxiety A mental condition characterized by excessive apprehensiveness about real or perceived threats Anxiety is such a fickle thing It can wrap around my throat like a noose, choking me until I ......Read the rest...

...Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye. Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie. Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected. Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is i......Read the rest...

...When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. ......Read the rest...