always running became my name comforting, confusing, full of disdain didn’t think what i heard what they said everyone’s voice stays same in this head
By elle5 months ago in Poets
Apocalyptic times ahead will force Boys and men to Come forward and Dare to take responsibility Even if at first Fear may grip them
By Xine Segalas5 months ago in Poets
I cross the winding water stream as I see the endless stream of cloud escapees falling softly and smashing down upon the river.
By Michael O'Connor5 months ago in Poets
As I awoke from the evening's fine slumber, Brimming with confidence - a man possessed, Curious was I to see what would await me
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic5 months ago in Poets
In dusk's delicate hug, underneath the material of divine expressive dance, Moving quietly, the feet, envoys of elegance, initiate their play.
By Sathishkumar S5 months ago in Poets
They called me king. I am strong, It’s not wrong. With my fist of fury, I’m in a hurry. I know I’m special, I can control worlds.
By Bass Man Eddie5 months ago in Poets
Actually, I was too scared to say it Because you acted safe-- a new place to be coveted Carry myself back down to the safe,
By Symbollica The'Bat5 months ago in Poets
This is a spontaneous story prose about my weekend retreat of saying ouch at home. I thought I might have friends to join me with the ouch story of twisting movements.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Listen closely, dear young one For I have some words to share Life in the open world is tough But with wisdom, you'll fare
By Melania J.L.5 months ago in Poets
When the brimstone burns and the sinners beg down below, All begin to scream with echoing bellows. The only way you’ll see me is by standing on
By Jennisea Redfield5 months ago in Poets
Always try out the court surfaces in tennis before you play a match. Clay courts make the ball bounce differently from other tennis court surfaces.
By Daphsam5 months ago in Poets
Another day older, covered in rust. Because of the miles, they don’t give me fuss. Cushions inside are ripped and threadbare.
By Merrie Sanders5 months ago in Poets