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Beauty's Death
Imagine a flower. It's beautiful right? So colorful and bright. Am I right? Maybe for some and maybe not for others.
Kylee SalinasPublished 7 years ago in Poets"A Conversation on the Edge of a Pier"
"what are you doin?" he asked, with the slightest bit of a southern accent, as he turned his head to look at mine on his shoulder.
Meagan ZimmerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDon't Despair!
Don't despair Dear one, don't despair To despair is to waver In the face of success. To despair is to kill the future
Mandipa TeclaPublished 7 years ago in Poets'I See Me'
Reflections bathed in the glory of night Untouched...unaltered purity in the rarest form Face singing the hymn of a life well lived
Ashlei NicholePublished 7 years ago in PoetsHumans
I will not ever understand the nature of humans. I will not ever understand the thoughts of humans. I am one human trying to love another human.
Krystle NicolePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeauty In The Pitiful Field
It was the early rise of dawn, dew drippling from the leaves that crumbled beneath my cold feet as they carelessly touch the soft surface of earth. All nature breathing and growing before my awakened eyes. My head hummed with soft hymns, I can once again recall the early memories of childhood, the never ending hours of morning sitting in a crowded room filled with the sounds of a faith-filled lullaby, reciting each song into the young memory I once possessed. Now I find myself staring into a misty field, a field that would not seem like much at first glance but this pitiful terrain sweeps into rolling hills, furthering into the steepest of mountain. Pale fingers gently tracing the smooth tips of grasses as it rustles in the breeze. I can’t help but admire the sky so blue, the fresh air in my lungs. For this is a field of vision. A place in which I come to collect my thoughts. Furthermore, it is on this day, in this field, I have come to a conclusion about this uncertain life of mine. It is that we all start off somewhere. We are born into this world with a quest and that is to find ourselves, to find what people we are meant to be within this society. Like this field we are not sculpted to perfection, there are days when the wind blows too strong knocking us off our path, sometimes the bitter winter freezes us in place, oh but must we never forget those welcoming summer days when the most delicate of flowers flourish with confidence, making love to the birds and the bees. Life shifts through hills of complication, far and wide. Ultimately life is a mountain and we are all climbing to reach the greatest point. We will endure struggles but the result is well worth the wait. For my eyes have not yet seen such a sight.
Laura sloanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat If It Never Ends
stop talking, stop breathing, stop thinking, stop... existing “living” just stop doing whatever it is you're doing to stay alive
sadvintage thoughtsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMikah
A climb to great heights is nothing to the fall. The flickering lights are applause for standing tall. The velocity, the zero G
Aether AtomskPublished 7 years ago in PoetsKneel & Stand
I knelt at the cross, Now I stand, sins forgiven No more do I darken the ground I must rise as Christ has bidden. Do justice, seek redemption
Bob DudleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat They Don't Know
On again, off again Can’t we make up our minds? Do you want me as yours, Do you want to be mine? Not once, but twice
Jennifer LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove the Earth
I'm often told I am hippie By friends, family, and even strangers. Does loving the earth make you a hippie? If it does, then I am hippie.
tarah marshallPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTonight I Think My Grandmother Might Die
Tonight, I think my grandmother might die Her life was long and her last breath elongated; She was the passive Queen-mother bee
Stephanie ButlerPublished 7 years ago in Poets