...that would be clever, I agree. Clever indeed, old chap. Clever to the highest degree. The problem is, though, that so often I feel so clever
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
My muscles are ragged Threadbare My bones are heavy with dust And my skin is brittle, Dry and torn from too much stretching
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Angst— You paint nightmares behind my eyes that of course, never come to be‐ and you create such cursed arts in my mind that this world has still not yet come to see...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
I might put up many fronts Choose which me you may please Sweet and dainty, stern and gruff I even have several curated sneeze
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Starting to think that I might Open my mouth and smash down the damn Holding back all of who I am Just part my lips and let words spill out
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Cry on Me Girl Don’t turn on the water works Your tears mean nothing to me No, I am not nasty Just hardened to misery
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Eyes That Threaten, Voices That Heal Artguru They speak with eyes that burn and bind, Dark with vengeance, warped in mind.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
What my heart has sown, my hands currently reap... all that hurts down to the core of every bone, and every cry from this war inside of me‐
He different Some may see him as self-centered He just self focus === Won’t catch him watching your IG stories He won't leave a comment
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Please don’t leave me alone Don’t leave me here to drown in my own thoughts Because I'm an overthinker and my thoughts can go on and on
Some seek perfection, polished and neat, But we’re looking for delight in the crooked and sweet Someone to laugh at our nonsense, to echo our tune
By Abi Rose Travisabout a year ago in Poets
Gone The chair sits empty the clock ticks on shadows stretch across the floor I reach for what is not there Your laughter lingers
