"I'm not sorry!" he screams, The little child Inside this 6-foot, 100-kilogram, 37-year old man, Takes over. Stubborn, Upset,
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
It has been many years, and honestly, I missed you so much I never thought this day would come. The day I say thank you. Thank you for loving me when I didn't know what love was and keeping me afloat when I didn't even realize I was drowning.
By A little secret 3 years ago in Poets
I can’t believe you’d want me I thought I was out of love, I felt you saw me as worthy But you turned my corner of hell inside out and recovered my inner, real image
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I'm going to wake up and stretch, I'm going to drink my coffee cold, I'm going to feel my age, With grace, yet never growing old.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
In a land of dreams, where freedom's call, There stood a leader, brave and tall. His name enshrined in history's page, A beacon of hope in a turbulent age.
By Robert Brown3 years ago in Poets
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
On this special day, as you are turning 20 years, my dearest piano, my heart overflows with cheers. Two decades you've stood here, a sentinel of sound, through laughter, tears, and silence, ever faithful and profound.
By Nathan3 years ago in Poets
Tit for tat. I find myself Struggling with loneliness But what cuts deeper Is that when You do find some people To share love, chatter and joy with
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
