Steal me if you dare, rip my heart from my being. Mold my mind with the bloody spare, Try to convince me of what I'm seeing.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Today I sat head of the table lunching on some conversation par for the porridge I was goldilocksing my motivation to make mistakes
By Cali Loria2 years ago in Poets
We are whispers floating with the wind, A light that dances in the darkness of shadows: Tied to the earth, yet made of sky and flames
By davide avenia2 years ago in Poets
Gleaming lanterns illuminate my path, sculpted into the obscure; a bridge, a trail, across the gentle meadows, it drifts.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Gently slumber***lovely child***surrender to the night*** rest your weary mind and relinquish thine body to dream's solace. 🌙
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
In the shadowed depths of love’s embrace, Where heartbeats echo, a solemn trace, “If you die, I die,” our vow remains, In passion’s fire, in pleasure’s chains.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
In pages bound and ink-stained dreams, There live the men of grander schemes. With hearts of gold and eyes that gleam, They’re woven into every girl’s dream.
Somewhere between the strong sense of serenity the studious find in a good book and the maddening melancholy of the poverty line huggers.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Through pages worn, with ink-stained soul, 📖 I journey far, I make myself whole. 🌍 In fiction’s arms, I feel each beat,
as writers, we're meant to make the first line really banging but what if we make the first line short and dull and make the second line shine?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
Quiet and early, In the morning. I go for a walk, with a picnic basket. The end of the street, where the meadow lies. Is where I decide to have a picnic, with nature therapy.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
You mystify me…by using mist to guide me…to your kiss - align me - - tell me you miss the high me - for my sobriety is slimy…
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
