Curated Poems - Poems about Curated

...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...

...A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs... "This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow." But her d......Read the rest...

... When Time sails into it's last port, and fever for the Truth is stowed- as an incubant reality -that you wish had aroused sooner, it's queried symptom with more fervored pedigree of......Read the rest...

...SCENOGRAPHISTA  visual    experments in spatial   constructs arranged      with        meaning curated & holistic in seamless   synthesis of space in singular stimulii to   the eye......Read the rest...

...Sometimes you see something beautiful Today it was raindrops on a bin All lined up, sharing a space with a web So on the way to school we looked Finding pretty raindrops Stunningly adorning cher......Read the rest...

...Looking intp the vast algorithmic wilderness we begin our search for truth... For in this chaos of digital existence for we navigate the maze of virtual connections seeking answers in the pix......Read the rest...