The moon is high, the sky is dark, The stars are twinkling in the sky so bright, It's time to bid the day goodnight. Lay your head on the soft pillow,
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
With her unique talent, she bestowed upon words their own distinct shape and texture. Venturing into a new chapter of her life
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The sounding off of a perfect chiming is clear. As they say, it’s the most wonderful time of the year. The cold front just moved in and the kids started making a snow man.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Down where the bends and the moss still weeps, I stand, a woman caught 'tween what I was and what I’ll be. The years in me, they stitch and tear,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
In the furnace heat of summer’s haze, I bent beneath the sun's cruel gaze, A child with heavy hands that toil, To win the praise, to earn the spoil.
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
I'm counting my stressings and all of my blessings but the math isn't mathing I'm responding, they're reacting You say you're a grown up
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
oil paint peeling slowly over time thoughts of a distant artist work sublime one piece of art amongst many loss, a crime
By C.Z.2 years ago in Poets
The hands, worn and weathered by the weight of countless days, grip the earth—familiar and foreign in the same breath. A year passes, like dust upon the wind,
