To war you go little one. When the sun shines bright and streams run clear. March you will, to a beat so easy and pure. That is until, you miss that step.
By Brier7 months ago in Poets
The same playground, the same river, the same tree, the same city. The surroundings remain— the people change. The swing still moves,
By Sylvia Rivelle7 months ago in Poets
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
The birds sang louder than ever before The Birdssang louder than before Rain fell steady, soaking the floor Worms surfaced, wriggling by the score
The Bigamist He kept two rings in separate drawers two smiles shaped for different laws one wife wore pearls and raised the roast
The Anxious Mind It doesn’t shout it taps a finger to the glass checks the locks again asks the same old question what if
The Day the Sky Turned Nice Again I remember that morning so clearly, when the sky softened and opened wide, no more heavy clouds pressing down,
Introduction This is a dansa for two friends setting up home together. You probably know who I am talking about. The music is "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
if you want to understand pain then go and watch Naruto Shippuden animation
By Mudasir Hakeemi 7 months ago in Poets
StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
