Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The businessperson who strives for greatness Does so by demanding of him or her– Self the ways of virtues and to make this
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Dear New me, can you tell me will I be Enlightened? Out of darkness will I see? A new world with, all the change I wanna see?
By Gabriel Garcia7 years ago in Poets
These crazy times are taking my mind and Whittling away my sanity too I don’t know what's mine I can’t keep in line but what owns me is the time spent with you
By Steve Wb7 years ago in Poets
I didn’t break their hearts I didn’t cheat I didn’t lie I didn’t deceive I didn’t break promises I didn’t leave I didn’t do any of those things to you
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Invested in the mission, the future I envision. Irreplaceable memories and many life lessons. Isn’t that why we’re here?
By Candice Rose7 years ago in Poets
The kindling from the breath of the flames shake. Dust settles like children sitting down, now. Consciousness simply holds on and it makes
I don't care if you got a check mark Everybody can buy a real mark I care if you end up being my last mark Why you watching my moves
By Widj-Gaëlle Norvil7 years ago in Poets
White Coat That day, you placed your hand on my back, I knew. My pain left me, and I knew. I didn't want to admit it then, but that was the moment
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
Bumper to bumper in every lane, A shortcut - you say - around the inane. Past the fancy restaurants and the Strolls in the park, past parties, drinking
By J Kruger7 years ago in Poets
You want to say you have control over me? There must be something wrong inside your circuitry We didn’t get to write our own history
By Harley Harris7 years ago in Poets
These acorns know no place, nor do these crinkled leaves. For they Have been released, birthed away by the trees. The night, dark and dismal, extends far past its due.
By Katie Matthews7 years ago in Poets
The memory of us sets me aflame. A burning moves throughout my veins, As I long for the day I can be free of these chains.
