A stranger arrives in a new environment. He decides to steal and succeeds. Nothing is hidden under the sun. The stranger settles into a new community.
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Sir, life is the name of changing moments. Sometimes there is sadness and sometimes happiness and who knows what other moments happen in it. Just like that there are two lines on life.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Slicing through the canvas Dancing on the stars Catching the breeze before us So grace glides to where we are Meeting in the middle
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
few full bellies gorge most beg at their feet to then share the dirty crumbs
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Poets
The power goes out at 9:30 AM and I am woken by the absence of sound. No rumbling of the compressor from the air conditioner,
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
Old fashion feelings Playing tricks on the mind A box full of darkness And heart of sunshine True methods of madness Balancing cruel and kind
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Turning weird waves into WATTS, igniting hopes of a nation, making a dusty valley, into a soothing greenfield. It's Engineers who saw the breakthrough,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Freedom. A word we all cherish. Freedom. A word we all desire. Freedom. A thing that only comes at a price. / We are all a slave to something.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
We were alive at one time We lived and breathed We loved and wondered And yes we dreamed We felt our hearts beat to the rhythm of the wind
By JBaz2 years ago in Poets
