They called me names, and abused me emotionally, And, They wonder why I harden my feelings; They hurt me physically and harmed my children,
By Carol Ann Townend3 months ago in Poets
You think I don’t know What you’ve contemplated What you’ve done? That I’m not capable Of slicing your hate To hair-fine ribbons? Of crushing your lies to Powder-fine dust?
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
The new is hard Full of errors and mistakes Full of the unknown and questionable things Where incompetence isn’t frowned upon on
By L.I.E3 months ago in Poets
I hate this color…this shade more than anything else. A void of this hue hurts to perceive, and that’s the problem. Highway stellar and some white lines, drifted off into the astral belt—the welts are part of it, relax.
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
Unconditional, With Boundaries Loose Lips, Flying Monkeys, and Me me & Sweetie Once upon a time I held him on my lap. Once upon a time life was grand.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
I DESPISE YOUR LIES I listened to your stories, And wanted them to be true, But every time I trusted, You found another lie.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Peace Is what we need around Need a smile forget the frown Life Is short the death Is rising…. Need to bring It all back down
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
The Candle Spell I lit the candle, wished for love, And trusted what I felt above, I never knew what lay behind, Or what this spell would leave to find.
The Woman Who Loved Too Much She gave him her heart and asked for no more, She loved him like she had never loved before,
The Boy Who Was Never There I saw him one evening beneath the streetlight, He stood there alone in the middle of night, He looked like a boy who was lost and afraid, So I walked up slowly and asked if he was okay.
I don’t know that girl; with her future planned all out; A degree, a husband; kids, and success She had no other route. I don’t know that girl;
By Alaine Hay3 months ago in Poets
A good thing after a bad thing, I squint my eyes, I replay the past, Suspicious. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. No such thing as a bad thing, only lessons
By Madison Jade3 months ago in Poets
