Villains aren’t born; they’re made— shaped by old wounds, often forged in heartbreak, certain their cruelty is self-preservation.
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
1. How ‘knowing’ and ‘thinking’ have very different definitions. (Like, “I think I love you” isn’t the same as “I know I love you,”
By Eve Hill9 months ago in Poets
Shhhh I hear something Something mumbling I think it's speaking to me It sounds like A crowd whispering All around me
By CotardDelusionz9 months ago in Poets
They say if you love someone you should set them free. I didn't ask to be freed. A hand let go and called it mercy like I was a wounded animal
🌹🌹“Be like water . . . .Empty your mind, . . . be formless. . . . . . .be shapeless, like water. . . . . . .If you put water into a cup, . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE9 months ago in Poets
The year we first met It was decades ago I was fire and you were snow ** I joked around and fooled around Winning a friend or two from time to time
By Stella Yan PhD9 months ago in Poets
journey of a survivor health being wealth poem it starts with love. . . . . . . . not feeling well. . . . my stomach is killing me . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE10 months ago in Poets
Scratched and faded Record on a shelf; Not more beaten and bruised than I am myself. When I looked through the cracks in the mirror,
By Slgtlyscatt3red10 months ago in Poets
The Man With No Name I pass him every day on the way to work, he smiles, says good morning, have a lovely day. Who is he, this beautiful man with no name?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. . . . . . singing daily, going to the bank . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . buying lucky ducky pennies. . . . . .
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes The eagle watched with hungry eyes, above the hills where silence lies. It scanned the earth in cold detail,
You bring me shame It doesn't mean I don't love you And I know you love me deeply But you hide me Out of fear And so I feel shame
By Karen Cave10 months ago in Poets
