As I stand, stand, stand on the brink of somewhere between full throttle breakneck disaster and bust-erecting full potential breaching success
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
THIS POEM IS SIMPLE BECAUSE LIFE USUALLY IS WE JUST TEND TO COMPLICATE IT LIKE POETRY...
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
I feel like poets make it sound so easy, But when it comes to writing, my brain becomes mushy. I always struggle to find words that rhyme,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
I wonder what to write, I do nothing all day and night. But what lays in front of me, Is a white blank sheet. I try the computer for options,
Looking back, I see life unfolds I know I can never go back to when I only think of playing and running around under the rain.
By Paula R2 years ago in Poets
What I've noticed about poems or at least by myself is that they are much more likely to be read than essays or fiction stories.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
This is where life dies out. This is where we fall. This is where we set our hearts on a silent journey somewhere outside of us.
From the cold, stale coffee With a grating sound Black smoke rises Smelling of fish The upside down brain Squints through swollen eyes
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Synchronized hierophant I've been misplaced Waste no time with those with no taste Deep within that womb held plenty shadow
By Amourè Deezyy2 years ago in Poets
Part 1: The Doorway I step through the curve, An entryway to no place, My body stays behind, A remnant of skin and bone.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Friends are a second family, And you may find many rapidly, They never let you down. Unless you always frown. Never do they ever complain about you,
