I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
eat the sun, eat her whole— the most powerful force in our universe, healer and destroyer . encircle her, blind her with your body—
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Oh, when I wandered aimlessly Lord, You were faithful even still In my weakness and earthly sorrow Still my good remained Your will
By Levi Dickson7 months ago in Poets
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back Unceasing inklings of decline
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Poets
There is never enough time Not for the adequate rest I need Not to clean my home of dust and grime Not for the work tasks I try to succeed.
By Natasja Rose7 months ago in Poets
You are nothing but good when I am nothing but not. An imperfect, rash, fickle heart… You say, “Come as you are.” It is all that You ask—
By Mezmur7 months ago in Poets
It’s funny how you’ve managed to read me so well How you’ve managed to see the cracks in my walls And yet you’ve chosen to stay
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️7 months ago in Poets
🙏 Help me Lord as I’am in grief, Let me pray for his relief. Give your wisdom to this prayer, Make Your wish always be there!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.7 months ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
Revelation 22:11 KJV(i) 11 He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.
By Iris V.7 months ago in Poets
Claim that the effects will last for generations. Where was God? The question rose like smoke from the belly of ships where breathing was borrowed
By Press Release 7 months ago in Poets
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
