The room was anechoic, yet his words echoed… surely he knows this. But to oppose his psychosis of course he would notice.
By Caitlyn Wenzelabout a year ago in Poets
It wasn't for you, that I broke these shackles, slipped free from the weight of your shame I chose to cross over the ghost of you,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I want to live several lives in a heartbeat. and hold a thousand heartbeats for several time. My mind creates endless times,
By Krizzia BWabout a year ago in Poets
If earning money is your goal, You have to deny education to individuals in secretly. Only those with privilege have access to education.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
If I didn't peer within, all would be well, I'm sure. His seasoned features spoke volumes, I could tell, of journeys, and of wonder.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Your love It couldn’t save me So wanted it to Craved it so deeply Thought it would heal me Instead, it revealed me The darkest parts of myself
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
When I was about 8 my mom decided to take me on a trip. I did not understand at the time that she was running away. We went to Salem, MA which was about 200 miles from our house. We went to the museum there and saw a presentation about the torture and insanity of the trials. [Fun fact, it is still the exact same presentation that is given today. The wax figures are a little worse for the wear, but 50+ years later the story still has impact.] We pulled over on that trip and I could hear her explaining to my dad that we were okay, but she just had to get away. It took me years to understand the true impact and how she must have felt.
By Jim Dunnabout a year ago in Poets
Poem: I have wandered through the quiet corridors of my soul, Where dreams keep their lanterns lit against the night. Your name blooms there like a secret garden,
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
On my off day my bed give me hugs On my off day my thoughts floods On my off day I sleep On my off day my body weeps On my off day I don't feel like speaking
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I slept, napping on the pool-strewn beach Splashing feet drew near Yet, I lay sleeping and placid Children arrived to envelop me
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk My supple skin goes deep within mind sight Detach from me you veiled scars of aging
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Name:(RAFI ULLAH) The first drop falls like a confession. Small, hesitant, afraid to disturb the silence it’s about to drown.
By Rafi Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
