Silence is golden, I was told. Learned it the hard way for myself, even though I still need an occasional refresher
By Randy Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
Scantily dressed from head to toe, the only thing I feel is numbness... Innocence Stolen, Identity Stolen, Illegally snatched from my home
By ImperfectlyPerfectabout a year ago in Poets
“Shhh,” she whispered. Intently, she watched him. Lying there, grinding out each breath. Enough is enough, she thought. Neatly, she tucked in his sheets.
By kateresaabout a year ago in Poets
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Songs from yesterday blare from a bored inmate’s tinny radio Isolated Love and Lust boil beneath the flesh of a cautious tremolo
By Aaron Richmondabout a year ago in Poets
s tanding alone, waiting for the clock to turn i n me is a deep fear, a dark emptiness l eeching into my veins, my very blood
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Shifting sounds of silence Inside my mind is numb Let this be a lesson to every mothers son Enveloped in its vastness Nothing can get through
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting by the window, In the morning light glow, with Lilting spring day's gentle show, Exists a tranquil moment,
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Poets
Silence is a word that speaks so much louder than anything else in the English dictionary I never imagined the day where you would leave when you said that we were ready
By Ash Royabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere, I think there's someone still waiting. Wishing for me to be there. Each day I'm gone is a burden until Even your eyes aren't recognisable. It pains me,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Responsibility** Responsibility, a weighty load, A burden borne, a path untrod. Yet, in its depths, a strength is found, A maturity that's truly profound.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
the Skippable** Some people, like ads that play on screen, A fleeting moment, a passing scene. They interrupt our lives, they break our stride, And leave us wishing they would hide.
