I am a broken vase, stitched by a gloomy base, pressed around the creeks to lace, I stand in pain, crying over my soul's work,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
I fall down, Allowed to be overwhelmed- Slowly, slowly I get up. What does Help look like to you? I walk One hope at a time
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
In the hush before dawn, when the world forgets to speak, I sit with an empty page, listening to the breath between my thoughts.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
You feel a trembling to your core Forcing you on to do your all Suddenly feeling there must be more That you must strive to be brand new
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
You will find me here where sunrises are biblical and God writes my story. + + + Only He knows it. and when I run up ahead
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Waking up looking around Lost in the thought of the world you were in Slipping away, fading fast The time we lost we thought we had
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
“Damn, brother, I don’t know how you’re still carrying that pack.” “Yeah, I packed a little heavy. Good thing I got years of practice carrying-”
By Penning Penumbraabout a year ago in Poets
How do you hide it so well? Hide what? Your scars. Because I do not know how to show them. ~ Is it even possible to find relief?
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Surprise attacks The fox's claws are halfway lodged through my throat Unclenching the muscles won't help now Nor will removing the palms pressed to where my Adam's Apple would be
I found your name in the quiet rain, A soft reminder, sharp with pain, The ink had blurred, yet still it stayed, Like truths too heavy to be displayed.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
The night was heavy, the air was still, A shadow clung to the windowsill, The stars looked on but dared not speak, While the moon grew faint, and pale, and weak.
There’s a house at the edge of the fading lane, Its windows pressed with dust and rain, The paint is cracked, the roof leans low,
