I saw you behind the tree sneaking a peek my way we spend a lot of time together, you and I truth be told you know all my secrets
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Beginnings at a business training event we were both a part of Many years ago, I couldn't let thoughts of you go I tweaked your nose and you pulled a funny face
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Poets
Outside of a little town Inside a teeny-tiny cottage With flowers all around Lives a woman of unfixed age Toothless Penniless
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Don't take there Where the memories are so bare Please don't take me there Where I'm scared Where there's so much despair
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
I was born with a soul splintered between the above and below as if the blueprint lacked cohesion, never marrying the whole.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Place me in a room And I'll disappear Into the background I'll become the fly On the wall With ears Listening With eyes
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Lovely Lake Crescent, Easily one of the most beautiful, natural water reservoirs, I have ever seen— located in Olympic National Park,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
It's all closing in it's all falling down the pain, the anger, the hate, the dark side, it creeps around smothering, tightening the squeeze.
By Lucas Patrickabout a year ago in Poets
Who should be responsible for her murder? The question engraved on her tomb below her names The question every visitor ask themselves before saying something,
By Isaac Ramaphalaabout a year ago in Poets
The moon is in Scorpio Karma’s a bitch I bet that you wish You hadn’t messed with a witch Pluto went retro Do you know what that means?
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
There is a hush the river holds - not silence, but a song too old to name. It hums beneath the rush of water, woven through birdsong,
By Zakari Rungeabout a year ago in Poets
How many times have I projected those words? How many times has the reality of me been erased from history? Where does the truth go,
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
