Love… Is like a blessing from above It’s full of red, blue, and yellow hues. Shifting and shaping into something new. Love is like light
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
I ask the stars above, where my moon might hide, Nights now feel so empty, each day hollow inside. Far away, he dwells in a village of dreams, While I yearn here endlessly, lost in love’s streams.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
How can you give your genuine love to a person who failed you? How can you support a person who simply watched your downfall?
By Ann ☕️2 years ago in Poets
Love can spring forth suddenly… unexpectedly! Or steal slowly and silently upon us. True love isn’t cheap… chocolates, dinner or a fragrant flower.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
"back when my man was a lil' baby boi," her words bring joy to read. she sends this picture of taut profiles from when we were allowed to
By kp2 years ago in Poets
yeah, i've moved on i don't think about you or maybe i do but not so much than a memory's touch on some sleepless nights
By Kartikey Mishra2 years ago in Poets
When I go to work You wait patiently Watching for me When I get home You greet me at the door Always happy to see me No matter my mood
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
While Rankine’s poems often interweave text with imagery and reflection, here’s a sample-style reflection and analysis of her approach and influence. It draws from her thematic focus but isn't a direct poem from her work, as her pieces are layered with context and multimedia that are hard to replicate fully. Below is a poetic interpretation that aligns with her themes, totaling about 1,000 words:
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Part 1 [1]. Once upon a time, many centuries ago, there lived an old merchant. All his wife he had toiled hard, buying and selling, with the result that he had made a lot of money. As the years went by, he laid by more and more riches. But the day came when he felt that he had not long to remain in this world. He began to wonder what he should do with his money.
By EduScript 2 years ago in Poets
Flowered vases Do thee no justice Beauty dwarfed by immutability Naught but segmented vibrancy But what of fear, uncertainty?
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Love, Trust, and the Sweetness of Relationships Love's way with steps intertwined, Heart strings are mingled, Each minute is speaking a sweet tale, The bond that meets in silent silence.
Can’t tell you where my heart is buried Dealing in love, you hold the spade Love the prize, I hope you steal it A buried treasure for you to find
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
