oh my western church rectangle of white bare walls unadorned welcomes at the door with smiling white teeth and a loose handshake
By I. D. Reeves6 months ago in Poets
From Nothing, God always Makes Something From dirt and dark, a fragile bloom takes hold, In broken ground, new life begins to unfold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Nana & Grand Forever They didn’t need the world to see, what they held was always known, in the silence they would share
worrying, feeling like a loser, hating school and not learning. . . . walking up to me, respecting me, the coach recruiting . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
The room is still here. That is the first mistake - to believe loss requires disappearance. The walls hold. The window opens the same fraction each morning.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Poets
Don’t Kill The Ants I watched them carry their quiet world, tiny bodies bent beneath invisible weight, a kingdom moving beneath our careless feet,
They probably don't need to write But I am wondering if this was always their life Maybe they came from prestige Never really having any needs
By Christopher Beard6 months ago in Poets
There is nothing better than strolling along the coast Enjoying the breeze The salt air making you feel at ease Maybe watching some waves to pass the day
There was no one around for miles my stretch of beach the rolling tide crashed into rocks/ see shells/ sea foams *** I walked along
By Michele Nampalli6 months ago in Poets
My exception Stay close to me Know how much you mean to me Swear this isn't deception I want to fix This conviction You have of me
By CotardDelusionz6 months ago in Poets
Who Will Remember The Unwanted They fade before the world can see, faces lost in passing crowds, names that never settle in memory,
Moans in the Morning No one ever Minds I hear it through the walls It could be stretching or a blessing when couples combine
By Amourè Deezyy6 months ago in Poets
