Was it just my imagination there ain't no sunshine when she's gone? Well, it was good enough for me talk to me and tell me, what's going on
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Bare silk sighs slip between breathless blooms, Moons melt, sweet wax on golden dunes. Fingers waltz in velvet streams, Lips carve echoes into dreams.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
A black poet like me Who set her words free To set the world free Free from the tribulations of division Into a state of power and self-love
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
It’s subliminal This thing you do to me It’s down right criminal If you know what I mean I find you’re really good So good at being bad
Murmuring hearts and Insinuations Low, continuous sounds Of anticipation Private expressions My hearts captivation The next thing to heaven
Conversational hearts In pink, yellow and green Sometimes sweet sometimes tart The words you whisper to me A sugary confection
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Cruise Ships’ Posers On the bow, they strike a pose, a moment grand—well, almost. Arms stretched wide, love lifted high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
In the realm where dreams entwine with reality's thread, Lies an imaginary world, a canvas vast and spread. Where mountains touch the heavens, kissed by the morning light,
By Hania2 years ago in Poets
I love you let me count the ways You've been there for me every day You are the one thing I can count on A smile will never let me down
By Susan Payton2 years ago in Poets
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
