I cried finally So hard so much more than I expected I bet you refuse to read my words now I just can’t believe you’re not here with me
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Everyday it feels harder to put my feelings into words, where this was once the safest place to escape to, Now my days are clouded by consistency,
By Rilee Arey4 months ago in Poets
Sometimes after a good day, I am afraid to go the bed, Because I fear the person I am at night, Wont be the person I wake up to,
I was watching an episode of The Andy Griffith Show where Little Orphan Annie was mentioned. I immediately recalled a poem I read as a child.
By Cheryl E Preston4 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my fifteenth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. It is inspired by Justine's painting with elements of the legend of Rhiannon.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The truth is quite not as easy and people make it out to be Sometimes I get eaten up that I have to throw it up into the sea
By Harydo Neon5 months ago in Poets
This song is about my all-time favorite singer/songwriter. It’s my equivalent of “Dear Mr. Gable” (if you know, you know). Bonus points if you can guess who it is!
By Laura Roodenburg5 months ago in Poets
The Guns Of May Photo by Walter Martin on Unsplash Thunder rolled in stark contrast to the deep blue sky above with its gently billowing clouds.
By Imran Ali Shah5 months ago in Poets
The Lemon Curd Recipe The years began to blur away, Like photographs left in the sun, Names and faces drifted softly, One by one by one.
By H J Myers5 months ago in Poets
Introduction I wanted to use this song for my last challenge entry, but the poem didn't go that way, so this is another attempt.
A shuffled step or crack of twig, Better not to turn around Something behind you, small or big? Some things should remain unfound.
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in Poets
O mother of all wisdom let my pen write the tale of when the world was chaotic and lacking of heroes and a monster made of metal and the source of all plenty as it’s blood was born in the world’s water.
By Eldvar5 months ago in Poets
