The Paper That Spoke My Name Ink settles like truth across a quiet morning, Fingers trace stories that feel far too close,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Life I Didn’t Choose I thought a ring would quiet the noise in my chest, That standing beside you would feel like coming home,
Where the Roses Hold Roses climb where shadows fall, Soft and fierce against it all, Petals bloom in burning red, Over words we never said.
I am grateful for all the chances I have had to start over— What a blessing to know that nothing will last. For friends who swayed
By Kaitlin Oster6 months ago in Poets
My dreams show me Faces of people who have Probably mostly forgotten me By now. I've felt this pit In my stomach for So long
By Bex Jordan6 months ago in Poets
Where The Bright Ones Gather They stand in rows, yet none are truly matching, Each one adorned with stories of their own,
The Small King In The Rain A fragile crown rests gently on his feathers, A quiet claim the world has never heard, He stands beneath the turning of the weathers,
I'm ready to restart! After months of sitting down Feeling remorseful Losing myself... Let's go! But wait... How do I start?
By Manisha Dhalani6 months ago in Poets
sitting by the reeds watching birds softly floating heals the soul bruises. Note: So, spend time in birding. It's free nourishment for the soul.
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Some mornings the world awakens before I do and arranges itself like an altar to the gods of delight. A single pear on the counter seems like a blessing
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
Happy heavenly anniversary! I saw the clips of number forty-four. I wish I could see them and still feel joy, but I have the lost the smile I once wore.
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
Seaside Breathing The sea breathes along the shore, A rhythm older, than before, Waves roll in, then drift away, A quiet ending, to each sway.
