Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Flashes come to the forefront, glimpses of a past that has had a fog all showing the pain I chose to forget. The cracking of the fire
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Meals left uneaten, bites of chicken or handfuls of rice in the trashcan Under the darkness of night, they run their hands over their body
By Muchtar Suryawan2 years ago in Poets
Surrendering is a scary bridge to cross, weighty worries in waters are hard to toss. But you’ll become so uninhibited, when you let go of that stressful situation.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I am a timeless creature Advancing through parallels Inter dimensional travels Eluding Time’s grasp Reaching for stars Bouncing amongst planets
By Moni Staxx2 years ago in Poets
Before me stands the silent witness, a quiet frame, cold and clear. It stares back with steady stillness, revealing all that I hold near.
By Lucia2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, they creep, shadows whisper where silence should sleep. Soft voices rise, a ceaseless tide, thoughts that twist and turn inside.
A really beautiful piano piece to go with this poem. ** Waking up with absence of pain, a quiet tangerine sunrise winking through trees,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
There has to be more to life than this A vision with no strength to execute it I became an expert of conviction I taught myself not to really care
By NMN 2 years ago in Poets
Rhythms of fragility that crumble the safety Resemble in a queue, sliding over the broken heart Slid the life Skin to Bone, hydroactive memories
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Not all companionship is called "love." They may also be lonely. Not all people who leave are malicious. Because they also have the happiness they want and can strive for it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Breathe in, where the glow lingers, a quiet warmth beneath the sky, steady, soft— a rhythm you have always known. Pause here,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
