(The Poem) I. Seed Not flesh, nor bone, nor pulsing vein alone Defines the space where this strange self is known. Deep in the loam where consciousness takes hold,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
“Our days are happier when we give people a piece of our heart instead of a piece of our mind” Let’s face it, this is not always easy.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always” This is such a good reminder to be kind to everyone we meet,
I found a poem I wrote last year. I divided it into three parts. This is part one. I wrote this and I have movie dreams every night.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
This is the gospel of stillness: that something gentle can also be certain. That light, unfiltered, still finds you. Light does not rush,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
How can I explain?... a brain, that is constantly seeking stimulation paired with a heart completely void of all interest‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
I didn't grow up playing Pulitzer pretend, in necklaces dripping with silver spoons, and mirrors that always demanded "just so",
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Distance yourself from people and events Ignore your interests; it’s what makes sense Speak up less; what you say doesn’t matter
By Kaiz about a year ago in Poets
Going back and forth making sure that the lines straight for neatness counts plenty. ________ mowing in a forward and sometimes in a backward fashion
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
So, as requested here is what Fridays are to mean to me. Fantastic timing for we realize that our individual tendencies are about to
She climbed many Rocky hills, She walked down many dangerous roads, She hid her face in danger, Silencing her pain and anger;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t you see? Everything evolves— except the classroom. That old room where your soul gets locked in. The future flies,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
