Writing is more than fun More than hard More than yielding. More than essential. ~ Writing is breath and muttered oaths
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Poets
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
"That's a brilliant idea!" I told myself. I told myself this Just before I fell asleep, When I was in the shower, As I drove across the country
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
She is my temptress My Partner In Mischief's Prison When I grab her I'm at it like a bad habit And i feel like I'm flying with high impossibilities
By Bridge Theory3 years ago in Poets
I love you, A complex emotion. I can't be without you I can't bear to watch you leave. When you're with me, my heart swells and my heart pounds.
By Anjolene Bozeman 3 years ago in Poets
What is my yearning? What is my desire? What do I long for? Nothing. Isn’t that a little bizarre? To be somewhere I need to know of the place
By Honey3 years ago in Poets
A poem should read with flow and ease, like a river’s liquid embrace. Harmoniously A poem should whisper secrets of longing and dreams like church bell bongs that ring out, singing to all the souls so ceremoniously.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
I’ve never been too good at writing in my own voice, In fact, if I had a choice, I don’t even know what I’d sound like. I spent a long time chasing this identity,
How is it like? How is it like watching the twilight of an age, the war of a life already waged? How is it like falling like a star, pains of a past gone together with its scar?
By R. Bernardo3 years ago in Poets
