I should’ve said “ I love you” On the day that we first met Instead of “how do you do”. What was I supposed to do When my future wasn’t set
By Cat the Autist10 months ago in Poets
I long for the old days Filled with strength and independence What age has now taken away Oh how I long for the good old days
By J.W. Baird10 months ago in Poets
Purposely looking for the right man to be my base Where I am relaxed from all plights A strong man that can keep me in pace
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Poets
words are not useful anymore i release them, they never come back i wallow in this pit, rotting at the core . honest excuses i planned to implore,
By Lamar Wiggins10 months ago in Poets
I watched the night swallow the day Forced to let the outcome be And thought of things I didn't say My whispered ruminating led me astray
By Aaron Morrison10 months ago in Poets
My children are loving. My heart does soar. They wait for me to come home. I am late. They greet me with their hugs right at the door.
By Elliott Robertson10 months ago in Poets
She didn’t die. But she did not wake. Born sleeping, she did not cry. I wracked my brain, continuously asking, “why?!” Why, oh why, do I feel this ache?
By H C Banks10 months ago in Poets
Green and grey—the colors of your beautiful eyes; a softness I remember, though now our vows have died. I kept my ring; you tossed yours in the river dividing sides.
By Mannix Dunn10 months ago in Poets
I keep reaching for the girl she was before the world broke her open again. The past returns in splinters, small enough to pierce but not to name.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)10 months ago in Poets
It's not my fault I was born so old, or yours for being guileless, easy to adore- but jealousy's a torch that burns my heart cold.
By Raistlin Allen10 months ago in Poets
The joy of life--this God asks me to sense. I've always cursed my life for being bleak. I've denied world of my soul's effulgence.
My pen hovers o’er paper as white as the snow, But my mind is a captive, my heart has been bound. Worlds slip through my fingers that I’ll never know.
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
