I try to remain discreet No one even greets But I don't want to admit defeat Continuing to have sore feat Until night time comes and I look for a place to lie in a heap
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
Strolling along Wonderful walk Don't need to talk Didn't even know what I was thinking Everything happened without blinking
Images of words in my mind Tried talking out loud But the words disappear My mouth opens to speak But nothing comes out My eyes are playing tennis While the water in my brain becomes ice The ice hardens in my mind
By TheAlivePoetess4 months ago in Poets
(Before the Beginning) There are some things this universe has never been able to explain. Why certain stars insist on shining long after they have already died.
By Zakari Runge4 months ago in Poets
Yes, Carol; I know that you are stressed, and that today is going to be really hard, But, Do you have to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong?
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Poets
Wind disturbs sunlight, time eagerly yields softly You unearth happily yourself from mood's soporific covers soothing gusts soar roguishly your runic curtain
By Antoni De'Leon4 months ago in Poets
The Mermaid Whose Father Was a Shark Beneath the waves where moonlight sleeps, Where ancient secrets hide so deep, A mermaid child with silver eyes, Was born beneath the ocean skies.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Things We Leave Behind We spend our lives collecting things, That time can never truly own. Yet all the gold and diamond rings, Mean little when we’re left alone.
What Lies Beneath the Earth Beneath our feet the silence sleeps, In caverns no one dares to tread. Where darkness guards forgotten keeps, And whispers wake the long since dead.
They would turn it all to smoke. The caribou roaming beneath Denali, the whole length of the salmon run, all creatures great and small;
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
You won’t find the same person twice, not even in the same person. I learned that the hard way. Standing in front of you,
By 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼. 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼🌻4 months ago in Poets
I remember the horse better than the day itself. Its slow breath rose before us as though even it understood the burden resting upon the wooden sled.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
