You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
I went for a rainy nature walk and came back to see people on their roofs, in their garages and yards, taking down decorations,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Hugs from a grandchild, Wee arms wrapped tightly around, Embrace, love's power.
By Thomas Durbin10 months ago in Poets
When Time Forms A Circle A ring of fire hangs in the waking sky, perfect and unbroken above the sand. The sun rests gently on ancient stone,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The twinkly stars shine down Twinkly stars shine down on quiet streets, night holding its breath above the ground. Windows glow with borrowed warmth and thought,
under the blue sky bee sips magnolia nectar— my heart softly blooms. Near our backyard garden, there is a southern magnolia tree that blossoms with giant white flowers in summer. I see honeybees sipping from it, and I feel an intense sense of joy.
I used to stand in the mirror like I was giving a report on everything I’d done wrong. Chin angle, eye bags, that weird bend in my smile
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
My coat pockets are full of small nonsense a receipt that’s faded to blank, two coins from a country I don’t live in, a gum wrapper folded into a tight square
"Alisha" ~A protector or advocate for people who lack voice or power~ * Taking a look back, on these writings from the last two years.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️10 months ago in Poets
~Alisha~ What it Means: A protector or advocate for people who lack voice or power * Words That Describe the Name: ALISHA
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
By Latisha Jean10 months ago in Poets
The Window Child She waits by the window, pale and small, No laughter answers her quiet call. Books are her friends, their voices glow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.10 months ago in Poets
