I am a Sage, bearing infinite wisdom Or perhaps winding down swirling incense tricks me Has my mind going counterclockwise
By Marilyn Glover10 months ago in Poets
Not Every Thought Is True Some days the mind whispers too much, turning small worries into heavy storms. It tells you things,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
In my head I’m in the middle of nowhere Alone with my thoughts I think of how I got here Numb to it all In the middle of nowhere
By Gail Fredricks10 months ago in Poets
The Noise Inside Me I wake some days, feeling built from torn thoughts, stitched together wrong. My mind stays loud, pages screaming,
What Men Hides Inside Men cry too, but they do it late, when rooms go quiet, when no one can hear. Men break open, in ways unseen,
Winter’s song is strong in my heart. It’s quiet melody seldom appreciated, plays on regardless. Even the wind plays differently than it usually does, dry and cold it forces me to turn inward with my thoughts.
By Katie 10 months ago in Poets
“Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?”¹ Note that I have included definitions as well as context for many words at the end of the poem. I have also hidden within the poem numerous clues and “Easter Eggs”, both from history as well as from literature. I have noted them within the endnotes. (If you would prefer not to spoil those surprises, you may wish to wait until the end of the poem to read the endnotes.)
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒10 months ago in Poets
The Law That Hunts I have seen faces, sweet at dawn, turn like knives when night arrives. I have felt lies, slip through rooms,
Stop Ineffective Communication: It's About Respecting Yourself Sometimes, you believe that talking nicely and patiently will fix a relationship.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Let me talk to you for a second — not the version you show the world, but the one that exhales when nobody’s looking. You.
By Marcus Hill10 months ago in Poets
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
