Hey, it's me again. You thought you locked all the doors, but I got in You don't belong here; I'm finally safe here. I been making lots of changes since I've been here
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In the pantry, I stand. Happily raiding for Ingredients. Eggs, vanilla & milk we're trading. Sugar, cream & fruits we're picking.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Strange fruit hangin' In the Georgia breeze From the Poplar trees They tell us Avert our eyes We’re too young To see the bruises
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In this universe of tumult and difficulty Words hold a power areas of strength for so They can repair a wrecked heart Or on the other hand destroy a spirit
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
In the tremendous territory of human hearts, None are liberated from issue, For we are imperfect creatures, Limited by our blemishes.
My eyes float around the pharmacy indiscriminately There is motion both real and perceived I wonder if I should have been driving
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
I wonder, Will the heavens ever stop crying? It feels like rain, So heavy, that these teardrops look like pain, Painful tears from you, dear Dad;
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
adore me, of course but just respect me more, please plant my words, as seeds * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another in my "scratches in my mind" series. The links to the others can be found below.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I am a kid, I am writing, About a weird squid, Who is looking at me, smiling. This squid laughs, and sometimes cries. Unusually loves drawing graphs,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
In a flash, when the bird song was silenced, when the wind ceased and watched, when all horses paused neighing, when all flowers failed to recall waving,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
You say hi, I reply with the same energy. You don't see the need to text me— Me too. I text first, You seem dull. I ask, "You okay?"
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
