It was a long time ago when this started Had no idea where it would end up Needed more information But it seemed like it would never end
By Christopher Beard8 months ago in Poets
It is our trade we want to defend In some ways we want to make amends Usually there is a message we want to send Some might try a style where they only pretend
Blooming Within A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Blooming Within The Sea A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
Complex Affair You stood where truth begins to bend, Not lover, not a faithful friend, A space between what is and lies,
Just about the time there is some semblance of normalcy, The thought of you comes whimpering back to mind. Our first conversations
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
I walk through rooms I’ve never left, echoes of conversations that never happened crowd the corners of my mind. Thoughts coil like smoke, tangling, choking, each one a whisper of what I wanted to say— but didn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 8 months ago in Poets
face crow's feet lintigenes many laugh lines stranger's reflection staring back at me
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
I'M scared; YOU'RE afraid: A non-poem of equality 3/17/26 I'm scared, You're afraid, The man is afraid.. -------------------of what you may do,
By Victor Mendez8 months ago in Poets
Living In A Dream, Haunted By My Reality Walking Aimlessly To Be Prosperous... Damaged By Failure and False Hope, I Surrendered To Your Compassion And Let Love Have It's Way With My Heart...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
I went outside today to smoke and watch the ducks. Seven feet away from me, one sat isolated and dry in the brush, a gang of flies swirling around her.
By Paul Aaron Domenick8 months ago in Poets
Stripped of cape, forced into a corset a recurring dream your nightly return my free-flowing cloak, stylishly worn drapes not my shoulders
By Marilyn Glover8 months ago in Poets
