You wear the coolest clothes, And you know how to shake it in style, You sing the best songs, You always make me smile,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Sweetly I fall into you, softly you hold me Isolated in your arms, wrapped in your warmth Love, that is what this is, making the all the voices stop
By Tina Rose2 years ago in Poets
Silence is simply mind-blowing In my own little world Leaving me to meditate Entering my freedom zone New again Counting on hope
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Tell us your truth Write what you know they will say over and over again Then it's: Stay in your lane That wasn't your truth
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The house is still. The once vibrant walls now hold the whispers of memories that linger in every corner, every creak of the floor, and every echo of a lost voice. I walk through the empty rooms, my footsteps soft, as if I might disturb the silence that now envelops this place.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
That is why some pains are best swallowed, some remorse can only be spat on and some sorrow can only be eased by one’s own solace.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
I can't stand that you walked away scot-free, I know you don't give a damn. I hate that I’ve turned the other way, Because the old me would’ve bombarded you with messages,
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
to my feelings, you were never a friend‐ you've only lied to me, led me wrong and took me astray no longer do i claim you
By JM2 years ago in Poets
as i lie awake from the night, listening to the wind's roaring moments i can't stand, fill every morning days lose their color, as the overcast continues pouring
They thought that she was fire, that she'd burn along with them, if the kept feeding her embers, stoking her every time hey noticed she'd get lonely,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
In the center of life's vain struggle - I Awoke - as if from a dream, the joy and Essence of youth wholly lost and gone. .
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
