My Life Is Amiable, I Feel The Love, I See The Beauty In The Air... Hardships Of Surviving Began To Erasure. A Picture Created By A Past Reality, Maybe We Would Be...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
1000 knots unseen, 100 knots ahead, 40 knots in sight, 20 knots right in front, 11 stung within, 4 take it on the chin,
By Parvathi J8 months ago in Poets
Something sits at the end of my tongue. A memory that is unable to form into words. A distant train bellows with the same frustration that pollutes the whites of my eyes.
By Amanda Abela8 months ago in Poets
she wears lilacs in her hair smells of peppermint and honeysuckle wide hips songs on her lips breezy skirt and a tank top and that little spot of skin just below the small of her back radiating the heat-magic spring-beat love-dance when she walks ass bouncing with birdsong grooves dirty toes and freckled nose crinkled twinkle-eyes -- two bluebells green vines slide from her fingertips skin misted with sweat-dew "april showers" she smiles teeth spark like mica in the sun her laugh whips through limbs of the apple tree waking leaves shattering frail blossoms whose petals whirl to the ground her voice thundering toward the sky and back down again swooping in a howl cleansing death from the air
By C. Spears8 months ago in Poets
Waiting For A Good Man I sat down quiet on this old bench, Red dress gathered around my bones, The road kept breathing dust and silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Everything was banned So many rules under the new regime Books were no longer allowed Pens were not permitted There would be zero technology
By Christopher Beard8 months ago in Poets
What is a poem worth? Could there be a one million dollar poem? Someone already did the one million dollar webpage Maybe this is an idea to share
It came at great cost I was walking around enjoying looking at the frost Something told me I needed a new boss Whilst I was thinking about it I almost slipped on some moss
Life is dragging yourself out of bed even when it's cold outside Life is picking yourself when you trip and fall on your face
By Judith Jascha8 months ago in Poets
There is more road behind me than there is before me. * I know this. It is a reality of this incarnation, * this purpose,
By David Muñoz8 months ago in Poets
You've been hurt too many times I know its hard to see who's right so you cry night after night staring at the stars and moonlight
By Quentin woodard8 months ago in Poets
This is a moment in time. How did I come to this moment? How do any of us end up where we are? Is life random? Do we respond to some great, cosmic design?
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
