Unleashed and untamed a serpent in the garden Another soul claimed another heart hardened The chord has been broken left to waiver and fall
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Never have I admitted I hold onto one skeleton that remains in my closet. The memory of my past is planted its seed so deep into my core that the roots keep its anchored grasp on me; suffocating me.
By K F2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep where silence reigns, A presence stirs, unseen, untamed. Its whispers chill the midnight air, Echoes of despair and ancient lair.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
the villain in someone's story, but okay with it - proud even. once what was right, doubt was no benefit. did diligently give more than appropriate
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
can you hear me now? do you understand what power is? does it matter? what is the correct answer? who and why are you asking?
What do you write about When there's nothing to write? Today seems so empty, wasted Without purpose or even point A nothing day
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Thus, I embrace the lifeless womb Which incubates a wicked evil Cradling it’s mind into the comfort of madness. Despite the freedom within those dreams
By Sincerely Rob2 years ago in Poets
I love how vast the world is. I love how inexperienced we are. I love how single-minded we are. I love how we use limited views to argue and disagree.
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
THIS IS A LIGHT VERSION OF MY THOUGHTS TODAY! I KNOW THE SCOPE OF IMMUNITY FOR PRESIDENTS FOR OFFICIAL DUTIES AND UNOFFICIAL DUTIES. OUR FOUNDING FATHERS ARE TURNING OVER IN THEIR GRAVES. ‘JUST SAYIN’
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Everywhere I turn, it’s uncomfortable. I hear such strange rumbles, and then I start to tumble in my sleep. Is this all?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Some of my dreams Should never see the light of day But this one’s burned in It just won’t go away ——— To vent means to air it out
By Sarah Wilcox2 years ago in Poets
**Author's Note/Content Warning: This was influenced by the recent and sudden passing of a colleague. - Just a buoy, anchored and tethered, but at the mercy of the waves.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
