Acrostic

When Love Walks Away
We began like dawn, two souls rising with warmth, hands woven in promise, eyes carrying forever. But time is a thief—
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
Nurse
nursing is a skill of nurturing others and maintaining balance. ****** nurturing understanding relationships formed
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
Sadness is. . . .
Sights and sounds that one announces that directs one's feelings at times in a nondescript to a descript way and manner that
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
Autumn
Autumn leaves are blowing off the trees not knowing where there be. ****** A season of change and color understanding the wonder of a season
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
Hummingbird
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Poets
My life is gold and old we study old I saw gold with a fresh colour golden I put on my hand and my hand shine. I feel that I am a gold a gold shine me and I feel like a gold.
By Queen shah4 months ago in Poets
VOCAL is The Police.
~ V o i c e s ~ ~ ~ O v e r notebooks ~ ~ C r e a t i v e criminals ~ ~ A n g e l s bite ~ ~ L a u g h echoes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ VOCAL- they whisper... Creative criminals in plain sight Trauma counted like evidence You paint worlds; they paint targets Clipboard in hand, you’re gone beneath your name Mirror behind words knows more than any badge ever will.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.4 months ago in Poets
Guardians of the Heart
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Ego
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Letter to a Young Brother
Some days pangs of guilt and shame sting me in such a way that it stops me. I lose my breath and my eyes swell. Even moments of complete joy lead me back to these dark places because the guilt returns with merciless vengeance.
By Hayat Hyatt4 months ago in Poets
Public Domain
What is public domain? Publications from the past undulating in dust on the shelves because no one wants to read any longer
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets