My Poetry My poetry was never borrowed, It grew where silent heartbeats hide. Between the tears I never counted, And all the dreams I kept inside.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
False Evidence Appearing Real F.E.A.R. entered the courtroom and began with concluding remarks "In the end, you will see
By Kristen Keenon Fisher2 months ago in Poets
Greed has come and changed the scene All elites are buying stuff…. Status going high like mountains But the poor are treated rough….
By Haychie_Artist2 months ago in Poets
nothing can bank on an inward grave dug into the splintered stairs cats nor i descend until the other soul returns with the
By Paul Aaron Domenick2 months ago in Poets
I don't want to eat. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to dream. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to shower. I don't want to hope.
By Sara Wynn2 months ago in Poets
One can't live without it in their lives, but why It's never a pleasant thing to experience It's one of the things that brings us to cry
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
I remember you longing for silence; You took it for yourself. It was all you wanted. Any noise invisible, all interruption deplorable.
Baby I ain't afraid to be lonely Cause when the day comes to an end everyone else has gone The sun has set I am what I've got left
I. She sleeps all day. She sleeps all night. Wasting away all her chances to improve her way. II . Cluttered room. Cluttered house.
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
My brain was my worst enemy On the other side of the wall There were times I was glued to my bed The sun was invisible I was invisible The world was black
By TheAlivePoetess2 months ago in Poets
They gave me a name, but never told me it would become a library where every borrower leaves a page. I comb through the stories left behind,
By E. B. Rowland2 months ago in Poets
A Perfect Picture of Beauty The evening sky was painted bright, A masterpiece of fading light. Each cloud was brushed with fiery gold, A timeless wonder to behold.
