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Hard Soft Man
Hard soft man, I do what I can Hard soft man, I do what I can But you don't make it easy, No, you don't make it easy to love you
By Violet P. Davies8 years ago in Poets
SOS
I wish to be the writer at Starbucks. Laptop opened. Latte in hand. and life so put together. Instead I am here. and my life has never been a perfectly crocheted blanket.
By Chelsea Winona8 years ago in Poets
You
You have a smile that leaves me breathless similar to the first time I caught a glimpse of a sunset, because even though it signifies the end I still thought it was beautiful and when it finally fades it leaves me feeling empty just like the endless monochrome blue sky.
By Julia Cordes8 years ago in Poets
Remembering My Friend...
Remembering A Friend... 'Follow your heart, dear Stevie boy'... 'Where there's a will there's a way'... 'Never ever say can't'...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
You
losing you took a toll on me I don't know what to do you made my heart fuller now I'm all empty why did we turn this way
By Tiaunna N.8 years ago in Poets
But... Why?
Have you ever sang a song and felt it in your soul? Have you ever done something with such passion it altered your perception of life?
By Marissa shook8 years ago in Poets
S.L Gray: and the Things That Couldn't Be Written About
S.L Gray is a poet and author. Her book is on Amazon at Skin, Bones, and Too Much Love. Her honesty in her answers is something to be admired in an artist and in a human being. I asked her to let me interview her after reading her poetry and following her for a few weeks. I had to know more about her words, where they came from, what her spark was, and what makes her wheels go round and what breaks her.
By Belle Denka8 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet Relief
There are so many things that I would like to say, To so many different people, But through concern for their feelings, And not wanting to upset them,
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Poets
Summer Feelings
Nights lost among bright stars and empty bottles of alcohol. The feeling in my soul is that of a lost pup blinded by a snowstorm.
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Post Apocalypse
How can it all be over? How can this be done? People keep telling me it will never be over And that you'll live on in my heart and mind.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Poets
North Vs South Weather
Where I live the snow is still active and dressing warm is required in the Spring The people are busy trying to stay warm, yet some find the time to speak
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
Regarding the Cactus
You show me that I must be a cactus, springing from my roots in a guarded, spikey stalk from my beginning. I will never be as the other flowers, no.
By Rachael Howard8 years ago in Poets