A rustle of leaves, the slightest transition, changing colors, greens to yellows, crisper winds rolling in. Start-of-summer is closing, every plant and animal on a mission:
By Madison "Maddy" Newton7 months ago in Poets
You say you're proud but of what? the things you say and do, suggest you're not; and only want to change every choice I make.
By Logan Stanislaw7 months ago in Poets
Love is working 14 hours a day Then coming home for family time Having snacks together Assembling jigsaw puzzles Bleary-eyed at midnight
By Gene Lass7 months ago in Poets
The Room Still Breathes You Your cup is still where you left it last, untouched, yet heavy with days gone past I keep it there — I don’t know why,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Things She Didn’t Forget She didn’t forget the crack in the floor where rain slipped through in winter storms or how her mother’s hands would shake
I cry, I cry in the shadows of light, I cry in the pouring rain at night, I don't feel alright, I don't like to cry, Yet I want to cry out loud,
By Parvathi J7 months ago in Poets
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child He was dressed in neat things, shoes that shone, jumpers pressed, fed at the right time,
My stomach grows I feel him kick Just for a moment He does it quick The dirty porch It’s rickety chair It’s thick and hot
By Amy7 months ago in Poets
Slap a smile on your face And say you're just great Don't let anybody know ... I'm not fine I'm lying I'm crying I'm dying on the inside
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)7 months ago in Poets
No one really noticed when the sky began to fade. It happened gradually—like grief. First, the clouds stopped moving. Then the blue, once endless and open, dulled into a quiet gray, like the world had forgotten how to breathe.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Poets
Amid a busy day, I was struck by beauty! With a strong gust came forth an angelic aura, a luminous glow. A feather, like a swinging pendulum,
By Kristina7 months ago in Poets
I'm the one you want when there's no one else around The kind that you call friend until someone else you know, is found
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
