A house full of rage and shakes, muffled voices spill through wafer walls, dragging, by chain, far heavier words. - Weighted words which carry a punch
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
The days of untroubled quiet in a tension-free body and mind are rare. Life is not simple or easy, and many times, not even fun.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
I share a breath with your skin frost on wide windowpanes our warmed air as the rain pours from heavy clouds deep into the ancient red well
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
*This is a poem regarding the repeated memory of traumas. It can be anything at any age. Enjoy!* My eyes are closed, Each sleepless night,
By Ashley Shiflett5 months ago in Poets
What Comes Back You can tell a lot about a life by what keeps returning to it. In my line of work, it is rarely money. Usually it is sorrow with a fresh haircut,
By Teena Quinn 5 months ago in Poets
George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been." — Suburban Tourist - The time spent — nay wasted — won't come back
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
You wish you were dead, But you shouldn't feel so blue, Life can be a dread, But it can be fun too. You feel sad, But it doesn't have to be this bad, You think nobody cares, But there's always someone there.
By Your Favorite Maid ✝️📖🦋🌷5 months ago in Poets
You. Your eyes reflected The rolling hills Of our promised future. Your smile was My abode, My comfort. Your touch rendered
By Katelyn Hunt5 months ago in Poets
Have you ever thought about our existence here? Ever thought about the cycles that come round, again and again, throughout our lives?
By David Muñoz5 months ago in Poets
I Thought I Had Time It’s strange how such a simple thought can follow you everywhere, showing up in the quiet moments—when the room is still, when your phone is silent, when there’s nothing left to distract you from what you didn’t do.
By Imran Ali Shah5 months ago in Poets
Good memories bloom with a smile under the sunshine. They are beauty in the petals but they fall by the wind: the gust of my trauma,
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
I live within a darkness Unknown to the light I find comfort in the land Of nightmares and frights For I’m a creature of destruction
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
