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Poison Thorns of the Black rose
Poison Thorns of the Black rose It grew in silence, under heavy skies, a black rose shining where nothing else survived.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Everywhere I have done it in my life
Everywhere I have done it in my life I do it in the bedroom, do it in the hall, I’ve even done it leanin’ on a wall. I tried it in the grass, even on the beach,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Space You Left.
The night you died didn’t feel real. To this day, when I think back on it, all the moments swirl together in one big blur. I couldn’t really miss you that night because, to me, you were still here — just sleeping as we all left the hospital.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
A Mother's Way
If a mother does something for her child... That mother can do that thing and go beyond... That is why never criticize a mother...
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave
In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave In your eyes, I am a woman, A slave to a man. In mine, no man owns me, I do what I need to, when I can.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Road to Emmaus
''We are the people of Easter, and 'Alleluia' is our song'' Confused, Mentally depressed, hopeless, discouraged, Faint with fear, etc., we will each go to Emmaus in our own way and at our own pace.
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets
A Decade of Love: Celebrating Ten Meaningful Years Together
In a world where time often seems to rush past us, where relationships are tested by the ever-changing tides of life, reaching a milestone of ten years together is not just a celebration — it’s a testament to love’s enduring power. It’s the whispered conversations at midnight, the spontaneous laughter that fills a quiet room, the silent promises exchanged through a simple glance.
By Sohail Abbas10 months ago in Poets
A Legacy Of Love.
Grief is the ache in your chest that never truly subsides, a constant reminder of the emptiness left behind. It's in the silent moments when I yearn for a voice that will never speak again, and in the empty chair that will never be filled.
By April Kirby.10 months ago in Poets
An Endless Ascent
Born a barren mother to myself Abandoned into a chasm of despondency Drowning in a sea of overwhelming inequity Weighed down by ages of grief
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
Save Us A Seat.
When I picture you, I see you on a porch, sitting in a rocking chair. You have a book in your hand, but you're looking out at the nature in front of you. You're whistling with the birds, your foot moving to the rhythm. Your blue eyes match the color of the bright sky. Some of your dogs are lying by your side while others are running in the yard, enjoying the sun. You are happy, and your mind is clear. There's a skip in your step, and your strength is almost overwhelming.
By April Kirby.10 months ago in Poets
The Highest Happiness
''Poor people''… also suffer like poor people Not knowing what to eat all day ''Rich people''… also suffer like rich people
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets
The Gentle Shift
The older I become, The more I find myself intrigued by simplicity. What was once a pursuit of achievement and status
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets