He wakes up each day with the weight of the world, Carrying burdens no one else sees. Behind his smile, a storm quietly swirls,
By RK2 years ago in Poets
A Gentle Hand, That Helped You Stand. I Was a Gentle Breeze, An Air That Played With You, Hide and Seek. I Was a Hope, When Found You Lost, I Threw a Rope.
By Eiman Asif2 years ago in Poets
**S**oftly, the world slows down, Allowing thoughts to **i**ntertwine in the quiet spaces. **L**onely, yet full, the mind begins to wander,
By Rubel Matubbar2 years ago in Poets
spin you around into orbit lifting you up into other dimensions to examine the stretches of the muted universe nowhere else will you find this type of
By D2 years ago in Poets
smile like that one more time and “I love you” will escape my lips into the ether and I can never take back that candid
stream of consciousness i swim in your mind as if it were a lake engulfing me in ways which nothing else could ever reveal your depth
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What's Up? I know how much you love summer, buddy. It's not over yet, even if you did max out your credit cards on that trip to your new favorite place and the visit to a city you don't love as much as you used to. Now that you're finally home, relax. Settle into your familiar routines of work and play. You're always hanging out with new people, but you're craving some quiet time alone. Allow it.
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is taking the latest Vocal poetry challenge and putting a positive spin on it for someone you may know who is very close to me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Some say that love feels old and new A mystery we can’t see through From what I’ve known when I’m with you I hold with those who feel it’s true
By Hanen Mehadbi2 years ago in Poets
When she cocked her hips to one side, her hands delicately curling her hair while seductively looking at him straight in the eyes, biting her lower lip... There and then he became a victim of his erection.
By Uncledee'2 years ago in Poets
Solace and solitude are not the same If the voices inside are too vicious to tame. Lies that we tell ourselves lurk in the mind.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
