A friend once told me, “Take note of the things that augment your existence” And I thought of you— how you took the ordinary,
By D2 years ago in Poets
The Heart of a True Friend A friend is not just a name we say, Not just a face that fades away. A friend is someone, strong and true,
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
Dying truth crucified, dead, buried He rises!
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
I’m afraid to ask To say those words So much doubt now But there you are So far away Months simply talking Suddenly, more to me
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
“Text me when you’re home.” “I thought of you when I saw this…” “Are you okay, really?” “I believe in you.” “Be safe.” “I’m the best version of me when I’m around you.”
By Mikayla Rose2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This idea came to be as I was getting ready to do a few things, and I thought of how my Muse inspires me to create almost everything I write. She is my fire and my inspiration and this is for us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Mother Combs should be trying to write a Top Story She should be penning something to bring her glory Instead, she’s playing with Kelli
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Early Life and Influences Born in Columbia, South Carolina, in 1971, Terrance Hayes grew up with a deep appreciation for both literature and visual art. His early exposure to the works of poets such as Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden, and Yusef Komunyakaa shaped his understanding of poetry as a medium for both self-expression and social commentary. He attended Coker College on a basketball scholarship, later earning an MFA in creative writing from the University of Pittsburgh.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
This piece is from a prompt I had this morning about being in the park, of course the last park I was in was last April in Istanbul, Turkiye, so that is what inspired the piece.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
bright and radiant inspiring, near goddess-like Holy. gazing upon you feels almost an intrusion but still, it is not enough
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
An old friend leans against the terminal wall; Conversation drifts, like shimmering snowfall, Traversing eras, fresh and long-past, there;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Never tell, or we’re over A forty-year-old man in a quiet disguise, Draws a simple child with sweet, tender lies. At sixteen, she holds onto each gentle word,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
