I love you for this, but I am aggravated over that. Quiet house prays silently over them as they’re out of town. I’m tired of performing.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
So it’s over just like that Ignore me and fall of the map Leave me on read or block me instead Ending years over a fight, we stayed apart due pride and smite
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
The bully of my family Is gone from my life. I look around to see you, But you are nowhere in sight. You left me bruised and in pain,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Serving last looks to those whose words left them years prior was love. A stroke, a condition, a cancer, it didn't matter; the end was the same.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
On this ordinary morning, the barista trades me a cup of energy for seven dollars and a smile. We’ve never been acquainted, for I’m certain I’d remember an exuberance like hers.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
I want to be the poetess That leaves marks On your black silk heart And velvet words Tattooed on your mind But you keep
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
It comes through the window. A hole not punched but punctured, a clean wound, bleeding no shards. There is, remarkably, no shimmer of glass upon the rug.
By Test2 years ago in Poets
**S**oftly, the world slows down, Allowing thoughts to **i**ntertwine in the quiet spaces. **L**onely, yet full, the mind begins to wander,
By Rubel Matubbar2 years ago in Poets
You wear the coolest clothes, And you know how to shake it in style, You sing the best songs, You always make me smile,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Sanctioned idioscope testing foregone conclusions. The eye we must borrow to see our own futures. Intrinsic format for shattered quiet over bitter taste
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Silence is simply mind-blowing In my own little world Leaving me to meditate Entering my freedom zone New again Counting on hope
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
In the kitchen, words hang heavy, A father's comment, sharp and ready. Daughter's anger flares, a sudden flame, But memory whispers a different name.
By Winry2 years ago in Poets
