The sun is a giant purple grape in the mouth of the morning— I feel the pulp of tomorrow bursting, sweet and electric, The sun is a grape in the sky,
By Forest Green5 months ago in Poets
The sunrise is spilling in ink, Past stars where the heavy clouds blink. New gardens will bloom In a velvet-spun room, As tomorrow turns sweet as a wink.
We wander aimlessly from the bosom of our mother into a world we are never fully prepared for. - We find our footing— or something like stable—
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
~ Pulling at The Fringes~ The Prison Delimma, A Lifer of the DTES Pulling at the fringes Of my hair, How do I get out of here?
By Jennifer Cooley5 months ago in Poets
The heavy glass is shattered now I spilled juice on the floor The little girl is panicking She knows there will be a war
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
THERE USED TO BE A TIME... There used to be a time, when I used to get hurt, But now I am just broken.. There used to be a time,
By Utsarga_writes5 months ago in Poets
Freedom That Cost Me I chased freedom like it owed me something, Like it would hand me peace if I ran fast enough, Every door I opened felt like a victory,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Live and love life! If the truth be told… I'm just scared my heart will be left in the cold Can’t live in the unknown The mind can go into an imaginary tangent away from reality
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
None of us We are not the same But we all feel pain We all feel pain Born to be different Unique in every way But we all feel pain
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
The pit in my stomach might just swallow me whole. - At least, when my burden is gone, the bills should be cheaper. - Take my money for a new home,
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
The other night, while rummaging through my archives, I came across a plastic bag filled with poems I wrote in 1967 and the years that followed. My father had saved them for decades, every page and every version of the girl I once was.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
You’re so ice cold I can’t fucking stand you You send me into a rage You damn near drive me insane What have i done for you to hate me
