You aren’t just a person, honestly. you’re more like a LAMP left on in a house full of thunderstorms. You are the unofficial keEpEr
By Komal6 months ago in Poets
Adios Mi Amigos Poema: Bye Bye Bye 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 finding no place to live, waving his hands, Doc Samurai Sam,
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
darkness, night sky glittering with stars and streetlights the moon peeks from behind her blanket of clouds she flirts with me
By Alys Revna6 months ago in Poets
🌹🌹Matriarchal Matrix of the Manifestation Mantra of the Eternal Love of Mothers 🌅🌅 It starts with giving life. . . To the Positive Beats of All Mothers. . .
I don’t wanna speak in generalizations, but my mother and I, kinda fit the bill! Oil and water just never really mixed; 40+ decades, we don’t still.
By Alaine Hay6 months ago in Poets
through my teeth i say i am fine i tell myself it is not a lie not if i really want it to be true not if i need to believe it
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee They line up without a word being said, A quiet agreement, a path gently led, One by one in a patient line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Introduction “The Origin of the Harp of Elfin” by Henry Jones Thaddeus is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
God Isn’t something you see It’s something you feel Till you ask him to show you Then you’ll see It’s a feeling A feeling he’s there
By Chxse6 months ago in Poets
The Garden Laughs The garden laughs in quiet colour, Nothing loud, nothing forced, Just petals opening where they are, As if they always knew how.
She Walked Through Doors That Never Opened For Her The carpet held its breath beneath her steps, Red like every warning she once ignored,
The Paper That Spoke My Name Ink settles like truth across a quiet morning, Fingers trace stories that feel far too close,
