The fence line of my life Stands strong Separating right from wrong Keeping me from Wandering and Getting lost. Lined with
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The most beautiful self portraits I have ever made are the ones painted in the softest of pink skin that freckles in the sunlight
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Do what you feel like. Do you feel like being a creator today? Nope, not today. So, no writing today? No, not at all. What about creating a pair of earrings?
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Skip breakfast, no questions asked, a routine I am accustomed to know and mask. I barely notice or see the time pass, early morning school, back to back all these years
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I am 19. Black. African. Whole, not part, Not mixed race, not “incomplete,” I’ve got a healthy, functioning body. But still, somehow, I feel… unfinished.
Come over here and have a look Don’t worry, it’s not a spook The surprise is very nice It’ll make you say, Ah, twice 🧚
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Today the energy feels so strong and it's great It's One of those days when You can use this energy to heal and better yourself
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Sifting through dirt. Transforming emptiness into fullness. Art must exist at the crossroads surrounding the city, where red brick plays a crucial role.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
In every gesture and face, there is a reference to the past, interconnections with the lost space. I wonder where existence lies
By day, and by night my sweat runs cold, while my chest, burns hot, friction burns scar my heart‐ To no limit, my thoughts write chaos as my fortune‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
spin me a tale of blood and more me the crazy old hermit, as so often I am both metaphorical—literal As I sit and wonder what may have been
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I WISH we'd meet in heavens bright, Where stars don't fade and days don't fight. We'll dance through skies, hand in hand,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
