The world is loud, but hearts stay small, Yet even small hearts carry all. A single breath, a single choice, Can soften stone and lift a voice.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.6 months ago in Poets
You drink the water from my glass that’s half full Then ask me for more If art imitates life, then don’t paint this picture
By Mikayla Rose6 months ago in Poets
In the depths of silence, I gently fall, Where no loud voices dare to call. A quiet world begins to rise, Hidden behind my weary eyes.
By Ibrahim 6 months ago in Poets
I walk alone where silence gently grows, A place where only quiet wisdom flows. The sky above whispers secrets untold, Of dreams that shine brighter than gold.
In the quiet corners of my mind, I wander slow, Where thoughts like gentle rivers softly flow. The world outside fades into distant light,
We all are made of stardust... At least that’s what they say. The trillions of miles, The billions of years, Couldn’t keep me away.
By Mama Magdalene6 months ago in Poets
I saw you. I said nothing. I did not know what to say. I saw you and I loved you As I did in a bygone day. I saw you. I shattered
By C. Rommial Butler6 months ago in Poets
I was born into a life, I wouldn’t have chosen for myself. Criticized, and judged; they were just somethings I always felt.
By Alaine Hay6 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my ninety-ninth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. It is a quatrain-based Chanso
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
the sleeplessness prevailed like it did for so many older adults but added to it was my multitude of health problems sleep visited but yet it was fleeting
By Susan Payton6 months ago in Poets
Was Junior religious? A black kid that finally got the big German shepherd they always never wanted. Learning responsibility while they relied on me for the morning loaf and fish.
By Willem Indigo6 months ago in Poets
The river whispers secrets to the night, Carrying wishes on its silver waves. Stars gaze softly, like guardians of hope, While shadows curl around forgotten paths.
