We speak from different mornings. You are waking while I am closing a day. ********************************** Your words arrive wearing new clothes.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Caught In A Riptide Caught in a riptide, I can’t swim away, your touch pulls harder than reason allows. Every step closer feels reckless and right,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
When life grows tall as walls around you, your thoughts pace, trapped and stone-heavy— come with me. . Take my hands, and follow me
By Imola Tóth9 months ago in Poets
I fell for you once, had the hardest time getting back up. Hit the ground with a thud, knocked out my taste buds. Lost my craving for love, it became flavorless, tasteless.
By Stacey Garrett9 months ago in Poets
They say never to hold onto anger To never keep it inside How true that is But you must be careful Anger is a fragile thing
By Jasmine Aguilar9 months ago in Poets
The white oak tree beside the watershed is dying. Its bark is separating from the sapwood in vertical strips. The cambium layer has ceased to function.
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets
Don't ask the question. Not because you're afraid of the answer. Because the question is the answer. The moment you ask, you've already
By Destiny S. Harris9 months ago in Poets
But there's nothing to be afraid of, even the night changes it will never me and you... Oh gracious! The earbuds faded away..
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka9 months ago in Poets
Before Words Knew How to Speak Before language learned how to line itself up, before sentences marched in rows, before meaning was pinned down and labeled,
Rock-salt digs between my toes How’d it get there? Nobody knows! I’ve got a guess And no grand secret Just a bland truth,
By Sam Spinelli9 months ago in Poets
Find me like a tale untold The faded pages of words unread Crafted by the love of a surrendered past Shrouded in a veil of dust that jackets me
By Simon George9 months ago in Poets
Propaganda doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it hums. Sometimes it rocks you gently like a lullaby written by someone who profits when you fall asleep.
