Just like you, I walk alone through the desert For 3 or 7 or 40 (or some other holy number) Days and nights and years Whether I am doomed to wander or destined to journey
By C. Carlsonabout a year ago in Poets
This is weird. I can’t see anything down here. I throw my hands out, trying to feel something. Nothing. Super weird. Okay.
By CJ Rainesabout a year ago in Poets
This poem explores the restless mind and the journey of finding calm amidst the noise especially for those living with ADHD or racing thoughts. It’s a reminder to be gentle with yourself and appreciate each moment.
By Jay Riversabout a year ago in Poets
When the Devil’s Daughter Met the Devil’s Son No storm announced the night they met no blood moon rose, no planets set just silence thick enough to choke
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
the hill where I stood and waited for reason to come in its season ~ looking upon the world with a warring sense of unease and hope
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Unpin yourself from the cork board Remove the string. They only tracked you ‘cause they were scared of where you’d go without them.
By Laura about a year ago in Poets
Boiled and brewed, ready to drink My lips press the rim, sipping slowly Burning my tongue and throat instantly Honey and ginger, sweet and spicy
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
i saw you in my dreams last night, after months of praying for a sign that you were at peace on the other side. you didn’t say much —
By Maj Forbesabout a year ago in Poets
Wearing a cracking facade Twisted smile and head nod Internally questioning how God Had to make my mind so 'odd' I've forgotten your question
By Diana Frankhauserabout a year ago in Poets
I want to scream that I am drowning in unfolded towels and unmet expectations. I want to tell you that some days I fantasize about running away to a dusty motel with no Wi-Fi and no sticky fingerprints on the fridge.
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Poets
It's so hard to live. No one's honest, no one is truthful. I'm at the bottom of the totem pole. I should have ended it this summer.
By Amelia Ruth Thompsonabout a year ago in Poets
I used to fly Used to soar Like Mercury with liquid wings On my heels, carrying me Up into the sky ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Now I lay On the ground and cry
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
