Dear moon within the cosmos, You create the cosmic ocean where dreams are created Others see them as silly nonsense, but dreams are possible realities or warnings.
By Seashell Harpspring 12 months ago in Poets
Quiet Like Fire You thought that strength was thunder—fists, a storm against the door, A battle cry on every breath, a boot across the floor.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Even if the morning’s full of gray, Light a rainbow deep within your soul! Even if your courage fades away, Every turn will lead you to the goal.
By Erian Lin Grant12 months ago in Poets
Later, you traveled to many places alone, saw many things alone, and began to smile to yourself. You weren't growing accustomed to loneliness; you were beginning to enjoy freedom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Mirror Projections Two people stand before mirrors. Side by side. One sees their reflection and asks: What shaped this face? What stories live in these eyes?
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
It’s the second night of the month and I’m waiting for it. It eats me alive as I die in anticipation for it. I hear it. That smooth breeze in the wind is I.
By Joe Patterson12 months ago in Poets
Mountain Mist I climb where the air grows thin, clouds curling like smoke around jagged stone. The wind bites, and the world shrinks
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
If you're depressed, you're living in the past; if you're anxious, you're living in the future; if you're calm, you're living in the present.
Outstages Café of Sovereign Autonomy Its own authority of Peace “The Café of Sovereign Recess” I opened the door to chill,
Tomorrow Still Believes The night may come with heavy steps, It may forget the light it knew, The wind may turn its face away,
Some sounds echo through pain, others heal it.Between them — the fragile space where our choices live. In the heat of a fight, someone fires a gun.
