stirring the cauldron with the sky and the universe inside sleepless nights and cold showers to wash away the desire the boyfriend becomes the boyfoe
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Dear body, thank you. For you patience, while I attempted, to shape and mould you, too often with force, into something other than,
By Alanah Conlay2 years ago in Poets
and just like that, she had allowed herself to grow roots into him like a tree does the earth, only this time, the earth was steady,
A ship without oars… The sails are torn.. The ship without oars is sunk… And soon the sun is dark…. Feeling great sorrow….
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
it is strange how certain memories spark a feeling inside which makes them feel real again. finding the perfect word for such an experience feels feeble.
The Rooster Calls The rooster calls, a brittle cry, A blade of sound against the sky. No golden glow, no soft embrace, Just morning’s hand upon my face.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sir Winston Churchill’s Ghost In midnight halls, he lingers on, A shadow in a bowler hat, a leader gone. Cigar smoke curling through the silent air,
"Yavahan" - Not for my gold. Put out the fake teeth like a cocoon Exploding like a quarry in the middle of the day There is no clothes to cover the body
Thank you in this world.... A beautiful word But ???? A lot of people To be used Less..... We thank you say that want ????
When the day comes that death knocks on my door I hope that I am greeted like meeting a long lost friend who embraces me
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
My mom is a teacher so my first dream was to be one Who helps children sing ABC and start to count from one I thought that it was really cool
By Ann ☕️2 years ago in Poets
Daffodils stand along the roadside, yellow like a silent shout, their stems rigid, their faces turned to a sky too pale to answer.
