December 1st
--- The little elf soared high in the night sky He couldn't wait to see his friend Last Christmas Eve he had to say goodbye
Abbey StreettPublished about 8 hours ago in Poets
It Never Boils And It Never Ends
As an Englishman I drink a lot of tea bit of a stereotype I know but I’m not ashamed often we just have nothing better to do
R P GibsonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFlana
Flana In the midst of the ebb and flow of The modern urban landscape Intoxicated by the pollution of consumerism And couldn’t-carelessness of mass culture,
Grey Hen With A PenPublished 3 days ago in Poets
the final goodbye
today i am aching another beautiful life has been taken the phone rang and it was death calling i froze and there was no talking
Poems by KieshaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSomeone has to pay the bills
You don’t want to be called lazy, so you work tirelessly to appease society, working a job that causes you undue stress throughout the day while you
I Hardly Noticed
There is something about the silence you can only find late at night in a motel room. The sounds of the world seem to fade as the yellow lights seep in the windows. It's the only light illuminating their face as they stare into your eyes. Everyone always looks so beautiful and haunted in those lights.
Searra StatonPublished 13 days ago in Poets
"My Blackness" & "SKIN"
My Blackness Let me tell you about my blackness It's strong It's powerful It's beautiful It continues to flourish into greatness
Vernon T. ScottPublished 13 days ago in Poets
Test of Time
”time is on our side” so, why do we run and hide trespassing, crossing all those thin lines working tirelessly to make sense of a dark mind
Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
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America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
To Forget
The roads I walk separate me from events the path to follow is the one that separates me from the meaning of events then
Mihai BrinasPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsBlessing
If I become silent and I build a shell in which I retire I no longer exist for others I don't talk to the desert anymore
Mihai BrinasPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsMy Journey
At first everything is blank black and dark and I'm floating. This nothingness… it's quiet and peaceful. No feeling of any kind except curiosity
Shuntay WrightPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
Through Different Eyes
It's a nice day, but I can't afford it It would be nice to see the world through different eyes Not burdened by worry Free to see colours in all their glory
Ramblings part 30
What is my identity? I identify as many things I'm a woman, I'm a gamer I'm a writer, I'm pansexual ~ But do all those things make up my identity?
Joshua MasonPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsWithout You
I wish you were here. I need to feel your presence near. You are loved by all, my dear. You are always full of cheer. I wish you could feel my love.
Rene PetersPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsLiving is Hell
Life has become hell, Yet I still wish you well. I know you wanted me to be free To pursue my dreams. I care about you though.
Rene PetersPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
The Wastelands
You made me terrified of the image of hell You did something I can’t even spell Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun
Amanda LeonPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
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