Sun comes up and up we rise, together. I lead you into town as always, Linked arms a show of our togetherness and the Esteem we have from years of shared love and life.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Slowly, we found ourselves where we are today I don't know why we didn't listen, why we didn't hear Listen to the screams, or we'll all have to pay
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Poets
Screaming winds shake and rattle the house, worse it shakes the trees loose In a moment, all connection to the world is lost and I feel ... alone
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Seven letters, yet It can mean so much to so many Long period of meditation and deep thought Endless void of darkness Nothing said when speaking out is needed
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Poets
So much for the effort, the mission, the cause. I wrapped myself up in a flag without pause. Listened to every order with zeal.
By Alma Zavala2 years ago in Poets
So I like the quiet, but I despise silence. I Love to sit in companionable peace, or Even by myself, sometimes, with just background
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
Shrouded in the night I stalk around the property Looking in the window Everyone’s asleep Now I let myself in Careful not to wake the baby
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
Stoic thoughts and solitude seem the only solution If I care then devastation surely finds it way near Let your emotions die; their only good advice
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Space yawning between us, we fly in all directions Infinite and endless we remain, married in a quiet peace Last lights fade, and so our heat
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
shoulders drop, she turns away I... loneliness - hers, quietens empty words, full of decay no future, as the walls.. our walls
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Stillness abounds In the air around Less than I have noticed before Exudes a balanced version of myself Noticeably nothing is aloud or around
By NJ2 years ago in Poets
Stories in the mind, Into the world of a quiet place. Life slowly creeping by, Everything is as still as can be. Never having to listen again,
By Naomi McDonald 2 years ago in Poets
