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If Wishes Were Horses
I would stand Under the purple weight of twilight, a million winking stars, applauding the moon's silvery-silent arrival.
Cynthia ChapePublished 3 years ago in PoetsLove from the T.A.P.
You don’t need to be ashamed of who you are. You don’t have to apologize or regret or feel bad for anything you want or lost or need or had.
Anthony DahmPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhite Trash Romeo
Let me tell you a story of a broken heart Shopping with a large pile of sadness in its cart A tale of a boy and girl To young and alive to really know for sure
I Can't Say That There's Nothing Right About It
I once heard a woman say that if she saw a hair on the toilet she wouldn’t use the restroom. Others nodded in agreement. Another one would die if they touched an egg.
Anthony DahmPublished 3 years ago in PoetsDancing Flamingo
The dancing flamingo had the energy and stamina of the city Streets of New York never felt more lively He generously shifted through the space with an open heart
Dancing DumplingPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMichigan
Michigan Here I go missing him. Why ? I was flying to you. There, I was flying to you in Michigan I was bearing my soul again.
Erica JordanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHoneybee
Honeybee Love, I could be your honeybee love, I could buzz around you all day, please don't be annoyed. I can bring you flowers in May, after the Spring Rain.
Erica JordanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMy First Hangover
The room was spinning clockwise Or counterclockwise There was definitely a tilt I thought, “this must be an axis of some kind”
Tara TratePublished 3 years ago in PoetsPoetry 2.0
Loneliness I feel isolation and emptiness without you. A quiet aching heart longing for your presence once more. But only to hear the silence and seclusion of my melancholy soul harvesting your light and love. To know I'm not alone. For loneliness isn't a sadness, for It is a feeling of emotions. I know someday we'll be together in harmony once more.
Daniella FarrasPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMittens The Great
Sir, I was a Poet. Don’t babble at me in that sing-song way. In a former life, I was renowned. Bold men wept openly at the beauty of my ballads.
Chelsey AlbertPublished 3 years ago in PoetsQuestioning Faith
I'm dying. Okay , there I said it. But can I accept it? I don’t know ? I truly do not know. Right now? No, I need to live my true purpose and self expression and my soul guided happiness
Erica JordanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIn The Killers Footsteps
Footsteps trail through the snow Following a killer from long ago My mind wants to know If he would go down my block and stalk
Amanda KonatsotisPublished 3 years ago in Poets