something bizarre about feeling description of which is tingling on tip of tongue dark and sad and lost here stagnating
By Wonder Tabout a year ago in Poets
Tears Wash Away the Hurt Tears wash away the hurt, roll gently down my face. Carry with you the weight, that words cannot release.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Late night mind that thinks too much Sometimes I wonder if I speak too rush Silence has me worry if I need to share I think about him daily, how much does he care
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Poets
My Deceit ~ Darkened wind of my shadowy night Rush to my side So that I may hide These words of my deceit ~ Tell the years to hearken their pace
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
Redemption ~ I sit here and cry my eyes out Until there’s nothing else to cry about There’s no where Where I can run To get away from all this pain
My Sun, My Prince See there the Queen rises To meet you at her feet Come take the day as it may And forget the rides Not in favor on your side
I cast the box into the open flame, Each relic sings a sorrow as it dies. The smoke ascends — I do not speak its name. These pieces once had power, sharp as shame,
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
there is something to be said about children we were more resilient better at shoving it all down playing pretend with our foam swords
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Little me, not yet an adult; The little woman who still wears her makeup like a teenager, Little me, Who still sings and dances like a
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Walking on Broken Glass Walking on broken glass the silence cuts deeper than the glass every step a reminder of what was once whole
Rain pounds hard upon my chest, I stand at the edge peering below. My life’s a mess where I failed the test, I cry from above and hear only this echo.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
The walls close in— granite shoulders hunched, pressing, pressing until breath becomes a stolen thing, a whispered plea between
By Autumn about a year ago in Poets
