Kindness is... Brave. Because even when it's small, it can part dark storm clouds. Kindness is... A shooting star Because it's a thing to make a wish on when you spot it.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Regretfully, I failed to separate my halves, so now I can’t think of myself as just Me. My Past haunts me, maybe that’s the wrench
By Caitlyn Wenzelabout a year ago in Poets
Solving the solution to a false problem spins the world as we know it— creating war in places meant for peace. Strange, isn’t it?
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
I still remember the night When we became one The furtive glance of happenstance Shared between two wandering souls Who knew not yet their roads would cross
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
In twenty-five, a fire wakes, A spark in hearts no dream forsakes. From city glow to desert’s call, Your drive can rise, no dream too small.
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
As within so without As above so below Prosperity without drought Where rivers of mercy flow In the stillness of the river
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Gabriela, my flame, my peace, my fight, You shimmer like stars in the dead of night. I’ve touched the void, I’ve held regret,
He drank his beer with childrens straws like it was nothing strange at all foam clung to the bend he tipped it slow watching the world over the rim
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
How do you hide it so well? Hide what? Your scars. Because I do not know how to show them. ~ Is it even possible to find relief?
I’ve atrophied my artistry, drained my arteries of poetry, and so the story of the love I lost is gory. Glory be the precursory, passionate version of me.
Surprise attacks The fox's claws are halfway lodged through my throat Unclenching the muscles won't help now Nor will removing the palms pressed to where my Adam's Apple would be
There’s a house at the edge of the fading lane, Its windows pressed with dust and rain, The paint is cracked, the roof leans low,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
