It’s always the same damn story… They bring the kids in the dark of night. They say they’re saving souls for the Lord… So why do said souls always take flight?
By CT Idlehouse5 months ago in Poets
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.5 months ago in Poets
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member 5 months ago in Poets
There comes a point in life when simple words are not enough. You try to explain what you feel, but everything sounds incomplete. That’s when I started understanding the real value of romantic love poetry.
By Abbasi Publisher5 months ago in Poets
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging around i found a sense of peace, out here, in limbo i caught a beat, but never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
[Verse 1] My lord, word has come: the traitor is dead. He confessed his treason and mourned his disgrace. His precious life was taken as the spirits fled.
By Steve Lance5 months ago in Poets
"What about the male loneliness epidemic?" "What about the high male suicide rate?" "What about the false rape accusations?"
By CT Idlehouse6 months ago in Poets
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Time is a mother with silent hands, rocking the hours we cannot hold, she hums in shadows, soft and deep, turning our memories into gold.
By Zain writes6 months ago in Poets
Copper in the low light Poison on a slow night Moment like a match head Praying I will strike it just right I gave you all of my good side while you showed me yours
By SUEDE the poet6 months ago in Poets
I. The quiet of the day as the sky grows shades of gray. That’s the loudest noise where once the Children would play. II.
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
Let’s talk of death Let’s talk of taxes Let’s talk with meth Let’s talk with axes We are the ones Who make the lists Let’s talk with guns
By Vadim Kagan6 months ago in Poets
