BORROWED LIGHT SORROWED NIGHT Find me love, for this I might ANCHORED SOUL HEART OF COAL Renew in me, pour the bowl HARBORED ANGER
By J. K. Anderson10 months ago in Poets
I come to the table carrying ache, Not dressed up, not polished, not pretending. Just me and the weight of remembering What it cost You to call me Yours.
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
I need something... Anything... I just want her to shut up for chrissake, This vile, horrid tyrant stuck in my head. This agonizing bully I wish was long dead.
By Naomi Abby10 months ago in Poets
save the earth and wear a mask know your worth don’t tell, don’t ask be kind, rewind and never drink and drive you must change your mind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
hear ye, hear ye shut up and pay heed they’ll drain your soul dry squeeze the turnip till it bleeds life is but a journey
The last flame sows the first flame. Any attempt to end carries a beginning within its conception. The energy of the last flame
By A. S. Lawrence10 months ago in Poets
Unrestrained passion That conjurer of portal thresholds rimmed not with flame but inferno Otherworldly heat begets other worlds
By The Dani Writer10 months ago in Poets
Burnt fingers claw at flickering flames Where once a fire blazed Charred flesh Smoky sweetness fills the air They breathe
By Emma K. Weir10 months ago in Poets
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.10 months ago in Poets
One of the most fascinating things about the entire human experience is that it can be boiled down to moments Mere moments in time define us, not days, weeks, months, or years but actual seconds
By Donny Foley10 months ago in Poets
on the playground, our veins were the oracle for glimpsing our future families; arguments ensued over the line between purple (girl) and blue (boy).
By Erin Latham Shea10 months ago in Poets
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry10 months ago in Poets
