I don't want to die. Not just yet. The mirror reminds me of my destiny. It is preparing me with sag and lag And line and crease.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
I want to believe that the world is fair, I really, really do I want to believe that people care I want to believe that, too.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
White noise is all I hear When you utter your hurtful thoughts White lights in every tear When I think of what you've taken from me.
Yes, my eyes roll and I dare not sit next to my best friend lest we both get into trouble by our silent sneers or expressions.
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
When it started You were the voice I was the silence You held the power I was just a child Who obediently cowered I was so young
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
I turned off the news. I had a conversation with Sweetie Bird. This is what we wrote, created, & produced. Honestly, my bird is a connoisseur of music.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I could adore You for a lifetime and beyond wrap Your arms around me so I feel Your warmth on my cool, jaded skin breathe embers into
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
First, she saw her shadow, She was dirty, Impure, Unworthy, Useless, And Unloved, She glared at her shadow, She was disgusted with herself,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Tired with the carga of vida, if you’re feeling triste, needing ayuda, Take a healing pausa, In maravillosa naturaleza. Sit under the shade of árbol,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
These precious pearls Hang around my neck Like a thoughtful gift One that would blind My pure fragile eyes With a radiant white shine
I fear the storm To stare at the horizon And see the looming wall of rain Beneath gray foreboding clouds I fear the storm
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Mirrors hang on every wall Tacked on ceilings Lining halls I wonder long what dark Atrocities On their faces loomed? My garish grimace
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
