A beautiful day for everyone who looks like me. What do I see? Countless shades of Black walking around free. For Black people in this country life started as a death sentence.
By Joe Patterson4 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version! She walked the world with searching eyes, Her heart adrift beneath wide skies.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
I need to honor her! Me, a wandering young soul and the careful and the ever-worried heart of a woman born a few years before 1900 and who carried the emblem of her family and love for God until the late 80s! I believe she passed away in 1994 or 1995!
He moved from one shed roof to another. He was stealthy, like a thief, but his intentions were strictly benevolent. He acted like a frightened dog.
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
You've been there In my darkest moments Forever Or at least It seems that way to me But your presence Is almost like An absence
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my first attempt at an endecha, I think, though I may be wrong I just saw this beauty on The Enchanted Booklet page on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
An ode to you, my neon green My static spark, my waking dream Pulled from the tab, a hiss of might To chase the shadows from the night
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Poets
The tea stews the sky into a river marine with steeped pink puffs, Stripped and brushed like bushy splotches or shaggy overgrowth,
By Conor Matthews4 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my fifteenth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. It is inspired by Justine's painting with elements of the legend of Rhiannon.
In Raleigh, the storm broke fierce and true, A hurricane of red swept through the night. The Cup was raised where Southern ice once grew.
By Clyde E. Dawkins4 months ago in Poets
Oh to be the president Of the land of the free Who’s congress CAN stand up to him And stand up for you and thee Oh to be a president
By Dawn Henderson4 months ago in Poets
If I were a musician or a DJ I imagine the beat four four Hihat to follow lightning crash Then the bassline pulsates - Your taste
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
