I am birth, I am breath, I am life.. I am death, I am darkness, without me there is no light. I am purpose, I am meaning, i am greatness!
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Creations by the Sky, To give life to the sleeping earth, Woven with the name 'water drops', And sent as letters, The whispers sky didn't unfold to the earth,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
I swear I remember this that and the other thing that flew past my vision blurring past the system, confused and on a mission in crowds unlocking wisdom
By Mo Darasi2 years ago in Poets
Alabaster skin conceals the darkness hid within Nestled snugly Neath her rosy cheeks and face of porcelain Icy is the stare that holds the fear from seeping in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Today I gave life to a creature that lives With no preconditions it already gives Genetically perfect it’s perfectly fine
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
No!!!!!! I wanna leave but I can't. I'm not really sure it's can't or don't. it tears me down every minute I exist. I sometimes get tired of everything.
By Jiki_Fave2 years ago in Poets
my dark was filled with white noise my head was filled with light my thoughts were mushy useless things as i glowed into the night
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
The forest came to talk to us today… It was cloudy (It is cloudy) We were listening, you were telling me: . “In cloudy days like this,
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Poets
She always liked the boys in school, who never loved her but looked so cool, but that's old news... or is it? She always talked and drank too much
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Nature isn’t nature at all But a beauty born by Someone higher. Like a man grown tall by nature’s call And then taking credit to his desire.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
The scars of pain run deep, etched into my soul like cuts from a blade, each mark a reminder of past mistakes, a constant shadow cast over my days.
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought "I'd love to grip the top of my forehead, where my hairline begins,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
