The best of the best. You know my secrets, seen me cry, and you’re still here. 😊🌺😁 I know your secrets, I’ve seen you cry, and I will
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I hate that about myself. I can’t be content with being 2 HB Ticonderoga Why must it always be Fire or Ice Heaven or Hell
By Shams Says2 years ago in Poets
I feel like the Villian Always devoting time to another Showering them with praises Loving as much as I can give Then it slowly begins to rot
I'm so confused Scars mar my heart Unsure of which path Would be right to chose I'm tired of being used I gave you my options
In eleventh grade, I learned the word grotesque. It seemed to me that it was tied to human nature. All the lines we try to hide growing
Today, I put a full stop at the end of an on-going poem, the sad part was that I thought it will bleed beyond it, but all it asked for
Middle Age Quagmire Out of shape and out of style / A shotgun shack for a domicile. Overworked and overdrawn / Still, I keep on keeping on.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
If I could lead me to death's bed, Where life's burdens are gently shed, I'd find solace in final breath, Amidst the stillness, embracing death.
There’s a breezy wind Down bridal path Morning birds Tweeting Having a laugh. Mr fox ambled by With distain let Out a sigh
Let's just say I opened my heart I would smell the anxiety Fear Love Pain But I wonder If anyone else would But I think not
Standing at the edge staring off into space Wishing that life wasn’t such a vacuum Forcing me to take stock of the nothingness before me
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s fancy dish out only on holidays filled with candies that melt in your mouth; pastel pink, green. yellow and white,
