Yesterday Lingers Yesterday lingers in the dust on my shelves, in the crack of the pavement where I tripped once, long ago,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Money talks when voices can’t Money speaks where blood runs thin, buys the lies, sells out the skin. Silence falls, but cash won’t wait,
Drowning in a lonely sea, yielding to its power and all-consuming thirst for sacrifice, you feel your limbs buckle and soften
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I didn't step out from the home that bruised me; I clawed out of the hell that he built for me. Fingernails torn from their place on the silence that held me,
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
I love to romanticize my surroundings. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining the Jazz music is floating through the air in the park,
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
A veil of softness, A drape of shimmers, A glint of dust, Showering trust, Through the shades of blinds, over a paradise of mine,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
“The things you do either give you energy or drain you. Choose wisely” This sounds similar to the food we eat and the things we read and watch.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“The best things in life are the people you love, the places you go, and the memories you make” Look in the mirror and
“Sometimes, miracles are just good people with kind hearts” We know that feeling, when it’s been a difficult day and a complete stranger
My parents were never rich, living in humble home, in rural India, but they had a backyard, full of plants, that knew giving,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
We had just gotten a baby, the house was filling up with all her things. We decided to donate what was extra, to make space,
MONSTERS AT BAY 7-1-2025 There was a man..made of.. Broken stones, Broken rocks, Broken bones.. of Earth and clay, musty and dank..in decay..
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
