I. Failure Failure is the cornerstone of my house. I carry it, not knowing where to build a yellow house with a white door
By Anna Cunningham2 years ago in Poets
In the lullaby of the evening, I hear A murmur which softly resounds yet clear. “Release your grasp, dear soul,” it says,
By Emma RMD2 years ago in Poets
Life is about mood; Life is about mentality. Not other people can be changed, at least we know we can change ourselves. If you love, there will be love in everything that you do;
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
In quiet moments, when the day drifts away, Lie treasures unseen, where the heart learns to sway. The wisdom of living, woven in time,
By Roxanne Buckle2 years ago in Poets
In the dance of dawn, where shadows flee, Life bursts forth, wild and free. With every heartbeat, a story unfolds, A tapestry woven with threads of gold.Mountains rise, and rivers roar,
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
i have a lot to say and a lot of people i want to hear me say it so it isn't the throws of shade no intentions of addressing inequitable exchanges
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
Silence Ocean Prayer In the stillness of dawn’s first light, Where whispers of the soul take flight, The ocean spreads its arms so wide,
So very rare, Intimate, and Lovely, when Everything stills, and Nothing interrupts this Calm, true, and healing quiet.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
God Bless my Vocal Homies The readers who offer me encouragement Enlightenment Funny comments on the words that I vomit up
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Poets
Slowly to the floor I kneel, Life whispering like snow falling in the Evening hush of a wintery day, silent Notes prompting stillness and being,
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
