Nope I am not tired I am not exhausted I am rested I find rest within Him He is my strength He provide me with enough energy I need throughout the day
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
one in front of the other is the walk. as your hope changes to a pick up and talk. your mind sees the roads end, but your feet don't see an end to it all.
By Rodney Matthew Millerabout a year ago in Poets
Will it be too late To say what we never could? To those we love? Can all our pains be washed away in the current of the endless sea?
By Lillianna Nightveilabout a year ago in Poets
"I should be much more careful with what I desire..." I say as my eyes scroll down the list of my most Dangerous Wishes, my mouth reciting, on after another‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
The Language of Hands They speak without tongues, soft syllables pressed in palms, a grammar of warmth, where fingers fold like paragraphs,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Just as the world tilts forward, Your heart leaps in your throat And you wish you could turn back. But you know that's just the lurching of your stomach.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
Here I am again, inpatient again, having my freedoms restricted again, Self sabotaging myself again, crying for help again,
By Rachel Cohenabout a year ago in Poets
Everything’s collapsing inside, like a monster crashing, devouring me piece by piece. Feelings fight — who is right, who is wrong?
By sugdionaabout a year ago in Poets
I am plagued by people that historically choose every other option except me. I have been taught that out of sight is out of mind for humans too.
By Moni Staxxabout a year ago in Poets
I mold bricks of shadow echoing mourning resounding above and below stacking them in neat little rows Overwhelmed and breathless
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Bolded headings were? Was there before?; affects so Was "actual," joy! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
It feels like I say this a lot. Today was a hard day. But I’m alive. Today feels like I’m not deserving. But I’m still breathing.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
