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Wanting You to be Okay
Dad, while I was sleeping, I heard you quietly Say that you worry about me, and That you want me to be okay. Rather than try
F Cade SwansonPublished 10 months ago in PoetsLovely
Held. I wiped tears from your eyes; we played your favourite song sung by Etta James. "At Last", your frail frame unfolded into my strong heart beat, not missing a step we made it almost to the end, before collapsing. Anguish pushed through a slight glimmer in your grey eyes, once again fever swept over you; I wiped your brow with a cool cloth, then like white chocolate in the afternoon sun, you melted away. Our love was a last dance, a promenade of bashful memories, tender as the fledgling free from it's warmth, flightless, featherless, starving, then fed. I longed for one dance more, yet time stole us in a heated breath; at last, you will be, forever lovely.
The Core
There are winged thoughts in me, And I want to set them free. A spirit crushed does not die But lives on in infinite forms.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Naked Truth
My thoughts are bare I can’t help but stare at their beauty Their perfect golden hue Leaves nothing to the imagination
Jennifer DavidPublished about a month ago in PoetsGhosts
I'm a ghost to you; you're a ghost to me Nothing's as it was; nothing comes for free You pay with your tears; I pay with my dreams
The Eye of the Beholder
Hate is inevitable So don’t tell me that I am the same as you Because your skin and mine are different You hate me for not being you
Christy MunsonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSeven Nuts
Almonds are like eyes They can taste like life itself when it’s fine Skinless they are healthy like the Sun ----- Brazil nuts are like livers
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThis is the new age
Leave the cart there Somebody else will get it Stand in the middle of the aisle I got nowhere else to be Pitch that trash out your car window
Heather HublerPublished 2 months ago in Poets"PEACE PLEASE"
I wrote this poem after watching the news across the globe. I needed to express my thoughts through words and a song. I look at the news.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSandcastle dream
The graves of my heart, are dug deep, into the soil of my soul On a shore far away, from my dark places, where I send postcards
The Invisible WriterPublished 2 months ago in Poets10 seconds to live
Once before you die you get one last chance when you can relive your life, your last few minutes when you close your eyes. Your soul calms down, and your heart slows down, your mind is falling asleep. It's a final countdown, or rather a cooldown, before a completely new starting? This game is confusing...
Sand Castles and Siren Songs
This little heartfelt piece of poetry was inspired by Poppy's Prompts for February, which is linked at the end so you can join. Poppy gave several words to choose from, with the option of using one or all. Right away, "siren" and "sand castle" called out to me, and this poem was born.
Holly PheniPublished 2 months ago in Poets