Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Suitcases Packed in the Hall Suitcases packed in the hall, just a note—no need to call. I’ve left you here, I’ve shut the door,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
This poem can be read across and downwards. The formatting is a little messy on here so please refer to the image. Achilles Patroclus
By L.J Moore2 years ago in Poets
What gives you the right to think I will just fall at your feet? This girl don’t jump to any man’s beat. No one can label
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
And I think I could pick your voice out of a sea of hundred's. Maybe I know it best. Maybe I'm used to it. Maybe - so softly. everything soft and light and
If you were a feeling, you’d be PEACE, not TURMOIL. You’d be a MURMUR, not a ROAR. You’d be ENDURING, not MOMENTARY. You’d be FLAME, not SMOKE.
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
On my bucket list To lay in my truck like this watching stars all night.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
Many kinds from shortbread to smores Delicious!
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Echoes from 1944 Sarah's hands trembled as she opened the worn shoebox she had found in her grandmother's attic. Inside, dozens of letters were delicately wrapped in fading blue ribbon, their edges dulled by time. The postmarks dated back to 1944, and the return addresses led through war-torn Europe. As she delicately undid the ribbon, a short message slipped out: "My dearest Thomas, my love across the vast ocean."
By A.O2 years ago in Poets
People who ghosted me.. I am most lonely person, I‘m gone forever…
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
