It’s deep. It’s raw. It’s profound. *** It’s been there for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, it’s like a phone in my pocket.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
Halloween just came and went. Guised as a pirate, I flitted about a haunted house, high on Curaleaf sundries. The catering was world class, and free to paid guests. One perk of donning demeaning costumes for work is how easily I pass for a paid guest when standing in buffet lines.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
The itsy bitsy spider hangs above my bed Nine little legs dancing on a silky strand Collection of atoms more rare than gold and gems
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
“Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
It hurts when world imposes her way It hurts when you drown in pain It hurts when they ask for remedy Still don't have guts to stop for a pity
By Debosmita Sharmmah2 years ago in Poets
I became kindred with the sea when I was young. I loved the way she waved back at me, like I was the only one. She understood my every tear
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
You are going to die, and your hair is going to grow through the dirt with the roots. But here you are, worried about whether or not your cheeks are rouged,
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
Midnight passed by the ticking clock, stepping outside and climbing down the stairs to get to the front yard being met solemn silence beginning to get lost in a train of
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets
Taking a drive through majestic beauty * Winding up a salted blacktopped road ** Enjoying the view of a wonderland ***
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Singing their dreams Hope for a chance to be heard Appreciated
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Have you ever felt true joy Dose that type of joy really exist in this world Is it even possible on earth Joy with a life full of trial and tribulations
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Jean felt her hand traveling with trepidation toward his knee. “We gotta make him so jealous that he leaves me alone for good.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
