With My Last Breath With my last breath, I will speak your name, a softness lingering in the stillness, a tender reminder of all we have shared,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the stars, upon the endless sea, Two hearts found what fate denied to be. Jack’s laughter danced through the gilded air,
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
As the days went by and as the evenings pass. Many didn’t know the night of September 10th would be their last. Some had dinner with their families or a night out with friends.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
The Child Of Tomorrow A child holds a seed in her palm. Small as a whisper. She gazes at it with patience older than her years.
Introduction This is a Terza Rima for my Muse. Terza rima was invented early in the fourteenth century by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his narrative poem, the Divine Comedy.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslamabout a year ago in Poets
She leans by the window, the daylight pours in, A quiet beginning, where soft dreams begin. The trees in the garden are swaying with grace,
By Aramabout a year ago in Poets
I used to get calls just to say, “Guess what happened today.” Now weeks pass with nothing. I’ll send a message, and the reply trickles in days later: “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”
By Kara Brunoabout a year ago in Poets
I give quietly, not for praise, not for show, but because I see— the small cracks, the overlooked smiles, and gestures, the little things that matter.
By 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲.about a year ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Adam Mark Explores Abandoned Houses Adam Mark walks where shadows breathe With class and expertise in every tread Wood groans under careful feet
I was holding all the tears back trying not to make a scene How did we go from best fucking friends to you being so fucking mean?
By Sara Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
