Just as the world tilts forward the road I have walked comes into focus The past that grips me in this place camouflaging and burdening me
By Celeste c Nicholsonabout a year ago in Poets
I danced the day away, but not alone. I danced with creatures of beauty and ice. Together we laughed until the moon shone,
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Friend, It's late and I'm awake. I decided to write to you because I truly miss your silver gaze. I went outside to see if you were in the sky only to find your brilliant face was hidden behind a puff of clouds.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
He’s pulling in the driveway In his beat-up car He said he’s coming from his friends’ But he smells just like the bar His steps aren’t even matching up
By Brittany 🩷about a year ago in Poets
***Authors Note: The song I listened to while creating this poem is Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson.*** Darkness and light combine into me,
Pieces of thought scattered like broken glass— each one sharp, each one catching light from a different angle. I gather them carefully:
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
I keep a journal no one will ever see. It smells of rainwater and coffee grounds, and every page carries a heartbeat. I began it on the day my sister stopped answering the moon.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦about a year ago in Poets
We post our mercy, polished bright, Animals saved in fleeting light. Likes like applause, gentle and small, Yet hungry children wander, unseen by all.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Some things come In a natural light Some things go away In a simple way - - - - - - - - - - - - Easy come Easy go They way of life
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Blossoms, Eostre’s essence, diminish into darkness. Still, I am reborn. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Freedom is not a destination but a door that opens inward, not a place you arrive at but a choice you make each morning when the sun spills through your window
By Autumn about a year ago in Poets
The shadows dance between the sunlight and the veil, twisting in the wind. My still small voice doesn't carry far, past the mountains and the moor.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
