Wretched I am Sophisticated I am not A stellar example Of anything For I am I am Decrepitude Be they by thy hands I always believed
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Dear moon, Way up in the sky.. So close but so far I could touch you Reach for you If I miss you I'll hit the stars But if I do I'll wonder why
By Connor Mudie12 months ago in Poets
I wanted claws and strength And ruggedness And freedom I sure as hell did NOT want to be human I could have practiced my howl
By Sam Spinelli12 months ago in Poets
✨ Look up and see my silent signal sigh to be your constellation. ✨ “He alone spreads out the heavens, And treads on the waves of the sea; He made the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the South". Job 9:8-9 NKJV
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Mr. Moon, I look at you, And see you looking back at me, I know you must have seen a thing or two, But will you keep our secret?
By Calvin London12 months ago in Poets
Help! I can’t sleep…. I think someone gave me Caffeine! It’s way past midnight I should be tired But I’m buzzing From the days events
By KA Stefana 12 months ago in Poets
Today I was in deep thought! LOSING ALL OF OUR RIGHTS & FREEDOMS IN AMERICA IS A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE! META AI “They told us we were the problem.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
Unfold Me, Carefully I have been paper— creased into swans and ships, a pocket map to places I never meant to go. ¤ Edges remember instructions
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Wolves at the Teacup They come politely at first— breath like winter on the saucer’s lip, ears pricked to the rattle of a spoon.
It’s all become a game of chance The loser falls, the winners dance Hiding from the hunters gaze Running through an endless maze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
From fresh steps of a birthed giraffe to glides of faith as the messengers in the sky ... Spinning and cycling around on the planet of Saturn
By Azrie'l Johnson12 months ago in Poets
Hands joined in prayer A mighty storm named Melissa meanders As the wrath of nature descends Breaths held - watching - anticipating
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Poets
